What if!
What the fuck man! Why do I've to get up and go the fucking bathroom every single morning? Chalo chodo yaar… Jo karna hai, so toh karna hai… - I spoke to myself and forced myself out of the bed. I managed to walk to the bathroom like a freakin' zombie, while digging stuff out of my eye. I reached the bathroom door, stood there by the wall and kisi tarah apne aap ko sambhal ke khada hua… After all, raat bhar peeney ke baad hangover toh rahega hi… Sar dard ke saath dolte dolte darwaaze ka knob khola and I entered the loo. Inside the loo, I switched on the light, stood in front of the mirror and looked at my ugly face. I took out my toothbrush and applied some paste on it… Brush karte-karte, I wanted to pee, so I walked towards the WC. Just as I was peeing, my toothbrush fell in to it. "Fuck man!" ,I screamed to myself… When things have to go wrong, they go wrong (Murphy's law!) I was so fuckin' inebriated, that just put my hand in to the loo to retri