Let's get to the point, let's roll another joint.

You don't know how it feels. If you want to know, and wouldn't mind reading the praise of a musician by a musician, read Suzie's Stoned by the stones - after which you might ask, "What's a telecaster?". The answer is no, it is NOT Mandira Bedi.

Speaking of Mandira Bedi, the Sikh community is enraged that she calls her dogs (beat this) "Sardar Ruginder Singh Bedi" and "Buster Upadhyay Kaushal". We are no longer interested in names such as "Tommy" and "Tiger" for our dogs. "Sardar Ruginder Singh Bedi, Fetch", we will say, making sure that "Buster" Upadhyay Kaushal, BUK in short, is tethered to Raghuvir Singh Khamba which is our light pole, using Rassinder Singh Jham which is our handsome restraining chain. And our fish, of course is called Jullunder Singh Gill. The gutter in front of the house is Saade Naala, and...(editor: we stopped him before he went to the mothers and sisters houses)

They say the "Police is yet to register the case". Largely because the policemen are rolling on the floor laughing so hard that tears are streaming from their eyes, so they can't see the sardars looking like life's a bitch. Doggone it. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, especially one with a turban reading the khalsa (or whatever it is that they read).

I now know why the Sardars are the butt of so many jokes.