Indian raitas pen a lot of naan-fiction. They unfold at a curried paste. I like to sit down in Mahal and read them. I got so engrossed the last time when my mom was leaving the house I didn’t even wish her ‘Mum, bai.’ Lucky she left me a deli sandwich. I Vishnu could read them all, but in India, of these books, they ban galore.

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Don’t go to Sweden! You’d be Svendled. Ikea you not! It happened to me, and now I’m a Volvocano, filled with rage.

Wow, the Gents are a global amateur-team naming consortium! See our latest pun requests—if you need a team name, you know who to ask (just no more bowling requests, please!). xoxox

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