citrus

We broke the bed.

The official reason:
He sat on it. It broke.
Yes,just like that.

The real reason:
He was talking to this girl on the phone, trying to impress her and telling her that he was born and brought up in Bangalore when I loudly yell that he's lying and that he was born and bred in Kerela and that he had to go to a special speech school to fix his speech.
So he says. 'One minute' to the girl and then..believe it or not, he tackles me!
And that's how the bed really broke.

These boys these days!