Chronicles of K2s

Scene 1
KK1: Wait i am talking to a girl
KK2: Shit you have run into such bad days man
KK1: What do you mean, i am Jobless
KK2: You also resign
KK1: Where do i resign from ?
KK2: Resign from Job of Jobless ....
KK1: Then what will i do ?
KK2: You will be jobless no more.
KK1: Then
KK2: You start fasting, fast until death .
KK1: Add some reason ?
kk2: Go sit in front of the parliament on fast until death citing, corruption, lack of governance, problem in Pakistan, China's problem, Putin obsession with young girls and , and and......
KK1: then
KK2: Then some one will offer you lacs to give up ... repeat the same thing every six months dude you have a job.

Scene 2
KK1: I have been sleeping since long.
KK2: Oh reminds me of a person who also use to sleep like you in his youth. Once he slept so long that when he woke up he was old with white hairs and white beards :P

Scene 3
KK1: What would be the antonym of "congratulations"
KK2: humm i think it should be "please congratulate me"

Scene 4
KK2: Mother is necessary for all invention i don't know why invention is given more significance.

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