MyPaper, YourPaper, OurPaper---ToiletPaper

"I use MyPaper every morning, what do you use?" -flush sound-

So the sentiments in the opposite camp about a recent T event seem to be running high. Now of course we are not as gifted as certain someones in coming up with ToiletPaper, but we shall give our 2 cents worth, since well, us poor losers need to be heard as well.

Talking about losers, hats off to NUT University (No Use Trying) for being the sorest losers in the history of mankind. Let alone being glad for having finally taken the T event after decades, all they seem to be able to talk about is how "undeserving" a win their opponents got, effectively making NUS the winners. So thank you, we appreciate your support. Having won the "hearts and accolades" of their own university people (Bravo!), from next year they should just back out from all other categories and "lust" only for dance since that is where their "greed" lies.

Whereas NUS people have the courtesy to appreciate talent and effort when they see it even in their opponents, NUTs obviously are incapable of looking beyond the thick foliage they live in. Using Assbook as their publisher, they have done all they can to insult others, thereby belittling their own performer's efforts. A job well done.

While Mayawati ji seems to find the whole of Europe insufficient to keep her occupied and off Assbook, MMS services appear to be unable to sever themselves from free campus service providers. They are likely to continue unabated for many years to come unless something drastic is done to make them stop dancing-off.

The NUT Indian Ensemble, on the other hand, needed a Chatur Naar’s "melodic" claps to keep them from going off beat and the audience from losing interest. Needless to say, the plan didn’t work out as well, with the only saving grace being the use of popular songs decipherable mainly through the use of familiar posters flashed on screens. Yet they continue to orgasm over their imagined prowess.

While the NUT Desi Band seemed to take on ladies based solely on how badly they could possibly sing, the redeeming factor of the Firangi band was that the legendary lady in distasteful lingerie from last year thankfully did not make an appearance this time round.

All in all, the NUTs with the missing nuts have successfully transformed their win into the great "global NUT depression" and have lashed out at unsuspecting fellow NUTters, we will butt out now and wish them a speedy recovery.