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A LETTER TO MR BEAN

TO,
MR .BEAN
YOU MUST HAVE READ ABOUT THAT BOT WHO WAS HIT BY THE SPEEDING CAR?IN THE T2?
WELL TO CLARIFY AND BECAUSE I AM ALIVE TO DO SO IT WAS ME..............A BLACK DOG WAS WORTH MORE TO THIS MORON OF A DRIVER THAN ME AND HENCE THE CONSEQUENCE!
I HAVE BEEN GIFTED WITH A BROKEN LEG A DISLOCATED SHOULDER AND A FEW CUTS ! BUT SOMEHOW MY FAMILY MEMBERS ARE MORE KEEN TO FIND OUT WHY I DRIVE THE CYCLE ON ROADS RATHER THAN HOW I AM GETTING ABOUT WITH THE RECOVERY..............GUESS WAT I HAVE TOLD THEM DRIVING A FOUR CYLINDER SANTRO XING DOESN'T MAKE ONE A SCHUMACHER....NOT EVEN NARAYAN ......JERK!
THE BED HAS BEEN COMPELLED TO BECOME MY BEST FRIEND OVER THE NEXT ONE WEEK......ME AND MY BED AND NO ONE ELSE THE CONSEQUENCES ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A CHANGED BEDSHEET.....DUN ELABORATE MUSH.......SO KEPP YOUR BEANS TOGETHER....DUN FUMBLE ...I HAVE RECENTLY BOUGHT A BEAN BAG WHICH IS CURRENTLY OUT OF MY BOUNDS.YOU SEE A PLASTERED SHOULDER ,A SLINGED ARM.....ARE MY ATTIRES........................................................DAMN THE DRIVER WHO HIT ME AND MAY THE CUR GET MAD FOR WHICH THIS HAPPENED....I WISH MY BEST WISHES FOR YOU AND PRAY THAT MAY THERE NEVER BE BORN A BLACK CUR EVER ANYWHERE.........
THANKING YOU
YOURS TRULY
ABHISHEK

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