Skip to main content

The Explorer Returns

I’ve got some bad news and good news.
Good news: - Your favorite, daring and attractive explorer is back.
Bad news: - He’s dying.
Unfortunately it isn’t an honorable one like that of Steve Irwin, doing what he loves the most, it’s a tragic and heart melting one, the one caused due to excessive dehydration and thirst.

Now before you start bombarding social media with your ‘concern’ and ‘sympathy’, allow me to explain this ‘thirst’ of his. It isn’t any ordinary thirst that our protagonist’s close friend, Bear Grylls can cure by pouring his piss down his throat, oh no, this thirst is the thirst of attention. It’s an unquenchable need for popularity and recognition that bothers not only our favorite hero here, but millions of bums called teenagers around the world. It’s sad and our friend here is just another victim of it.

  
It all started when our amazing hero realized that the attention he wanted after his adventures in the Gorilla’s Habitat never came. To solve this dilemma, our brave friend decided to undertake a new expedition. It was the expedition in search of fame. It would have kicked Magellan or Columbus’s butt if they would have been alive. It was called The Expedition to be Cool.


The first thing the explorer did was to open an account in every social media platform out there in the cruel harsh world.  But obviously this wasn’t enough.  After making Instagram the base of his operations, the first thing our protagonist did was to upload a sexy semi nude photo of him on it.



                                                         
This done your new cool boi decided to make full use of the pointless no one-give-a-flying-damn stories on the new technology he discovered.  So this started a series of ‘stories’ where your savage boi explorer posted whenever he was in the toilet or [redated] to DC and Marvel movies in theaters or pretending to drink booze at pubs or when he met a pretty lady.

      Not to mention his unconditional love towards his mother



As all this didn’t work out, your protagonist decided to open a YouTube channel to see people make a fool out of him.

   
  

But alas…none of this works out for our sad hero. His thirst for fame has increased but he is out of ideas.
Everything he tried has failed.
But there was hope
A last chance to be accepted by the society,
A final opportunity to make the ladies take him home.
Our hero decides to open a BLOG.


With an amazing title and changing the description on his Instagram to ‘Blogger’, our protagonist writes  amazing articles on the abstract act of swearing and his favorite YouTube stars.




For some reason it magnificently fails.



The sheer disappointment and shame has forced the explorer into hiding. Some say he currently makes memes undercover for a ‘dank’ meme page. But I firmly believe he is deep in the jungles of Zimbabwe, with the Gorillas, where he truly belongs, happy, wise and free and not giving a flying damn to the world.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Killing

I witnessed a murder today. It was brutal, a slow torturous death. Happened in front of my own very eyes. The evening was going well. Miley, Lovely and I were having a walk around the park when suddenly, Miley came to a dead halt. Her ears perked up, watching, waiting. And then suddenly, she shot off like a bullet towards the swing. Lovely, being a tube light reincarnation of a dog, followed her 10 seconds later. I didn't think much their sudden surge in excitement until I heard a blood-curdling scream fill the summer evening sky. I froze. After my legs found me, I raced towards the source of distress as fast as I could. It was a cat. For some reason, it had chosen one of the most open areas to have a siesta. Maybe it was the stupid summer heat. The scream was from her after she had been rudely woken up to find Miley’s filthy fangs on her neck. The cat wriggled and squirmed. Miley held on tight. Suddenly, the puss gave a quick, sharp right hook with her sharp claws that

Hopin, Prayin

I'm in a pretty bad state right now. Only a few days remain before I am officially without a job. The few interviews that I do manage to land always end up in a cringy mess that's too painful to even think about. My American dreams, which had already been brought crashing down and left to burn last month, are still smouldering in the back of my head. I continue to wait for a visa which I am now coming to terms with that might come only when my teeth fall out. The Queen passed away yesterday, not that I care much about her, but that meant all premier league matches over this weekend and potentially the next, had to be cancelled. The last news was crushing. For the past few weeks, ever since this disaster started, the only reason I have been able to keep a smile on my face and a skip in my walk was because there is always football to cheer me up. No matter how bad the day went, watching Maguire's comedy show at Old Trafford always used to cheer me up. The last few weeks have

A Gorilla’s Habitat

Today I will take you on an interesting journey. It might bore the male species but might capture the attention of the opposite sex. Welcome to the grand tour of a TOILET. And not just any toilet, it’s the behind the scenes safari through the boys toilet at OUR SCHOOL! Let’s start with the entrance. To enter the toilet , you have to cross the swamp. This man(read-unruly gorilla) made swap was developed mainly through the water from the sink and the mud the gorillas brought back from the school ground . These gorillas also have the tendency to bathe each other with a mini water war which is a characteristic of a gorilla’s behavior. Also found among the dirt particles is leftover food which either comes from the barf of the gorillas or the hands which is the gorilla’s usual tendency to mistake the floor as a sink. If you have survived the first level, congratulations. But your journey has only just begun. As soon as the innocent wildlife explorer steps into the interiors of the ‘l