Pardon my French

Terrorizing McDonald's... A few minutes before the infamous rampage across Brigade Road...

Looking down at my exam paper, I gleefully observed how I wouldn't need to care about conjugating blasted French verbs. After nearly two months of French class involving rather imaginative french swear words and drunk Columbian pigs I now bid Au revoir to the open courtyard of Alliance Francaise.
To commemorate this solemn event I rejoiced by playing pool (horrendously), visiting mediocre Tibetan restaurants, ending up in McDonalds and having dessert at corner house whilst listening to the ribald songs from South Park. After deciding to end our escapades in style, we grabbed the Mcdonalds paper made caps (meant exclusively for those capable of monosyllabic speech) and marched purposefully down M.G road trying to sing twinkle twinkle little star in a Kannada accent.
Needless to say, we were given a wide berth and not-too-friendly looks. Not that we cared. The mildly intoxicating chilli sauce, sunshine and caffeine induced a maddened stupor in all of us. This boisterous bunch stomped across the streets terrorizing unsuspecting pedestrians and traumatizing a defenseless six year old. Such good times...*sniff*... I shall miss these spontaneous bursts of recklessness.
Oh well, must get back to Atonement...I really need a hobby.
May the sacred curtain gods bless you.