One lakh readers as a birthday present meant that the cakes and booze overflowed. The prettiest woman on the floor said she would only throw a party if we were just as ill-mannered always. So here's some of the ill-mannerisms. The western naval commander kept saying his newly-bought bike was too small while the JNE, blatantly stealing drinks from everyone, held on to his bag like it was full of treasure and refused to let go even when his umar ki naujawani asked him to. The umar ki naujawani also passed on some messages verbatim tonim to the DJ from the prettiest woman: What a twit. That leaves the birthday boy--neither he nor his brilliant new watch found any takers, but we did manage to bugger it.
PS: The western naval commander lost his way home and has threatened that he has a few bones to pick.