About time the forsaken had a Sunny AT thread. Thanks, RTH, for giving us this opportunity. More so when the forum has become a treasure chest. Though I know it won't last long, because she's obviously going to get kicked out tonight.
Here's a farewell letter to Sunny. Or rather, an ode. Sorry for the length. Sometimes I don't know when to stop.
From: A Once Sloppy Wopsle
Date: Dec 30, 2011
To: Chastity Stopcock. Nee Sunny Leone
Subject: I see the light now
Dear Chastity/Sunny,
There was a time not too long ago when you came, they saw, and you conquered. But as things stand today, you have signed on to become the brand ambassador for Hal Higginbottom inspired chastity belts. Which is marvellous, considering the uncouth apes in Bigg Boss are fighting tooth and nail to lay their filthy peasant hands on your lovely porcelain self.
Access Denied, and rightfully so. So what if you've jiggied with innumerable maidens and a fair number of Darcys? I say you have all the right to teleport yourself back to the Victorian era and realise what it's like to be a fair bonny milkmaid-with-a-pail. One who must not flash her ankles and wrists- least of all be touched by someone of the opposite sex.
At first I was stumped by your move to turn prude overnight. Was it an odd thunderbolt that had struck you when you reached Karjat? Was Bigg Boss an all imposing reverend in disguise? Were you mistakenly (now, that is up for debate) given a bottle of Gangajal instead of Bisleri on your way to the Indian Playboy mansion? Ah, the third one may be it, since your loyalty used to lie with Bob Guccione. But really, what was it that made you rediscover your faith in a virginal way of life?
As I spent my valuable moments pondering your U-turn, it slowly dawned on me that none of that mattered. For in the end, you have opened your eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. A world where men and women don't hold hands, hug one another, gaze at each other- and yes, a world where men certainly DO NOT carry wet women in their tharki, waiting arms.
I convince you Chastity, the pun in the last line was not intended.
Satan's minion Ron Jeremy once said 'we don't want any sad stories in po*n'. Yours, Chastity, is indeed a happy tale of truth and wisdom. The impossible is now possible. A po*nstar can now win over billions of hearts by shirking her independence and self-confidence by becoming a tame lamb. After all, when it comes to having sex- aren't women prudes if they don't, and wh**es if they do? Gone are the days when sinners would have told you 'Roses are red, violets are blue, and so are my balls, from watching you'.
I'll end this sorry mail with a small couplet. God speed.
Sunny, the bread deliverer, she had a curvy figure
All the local baker boys pursued her with ardent vigour
Come and feel our bread boards, they said,
They're firm and hard and stiff,
But Sunny, she tossed her head, and said, 'Oh yeah? As if!'
Edited by Omnipotent_Taco - 13 years ago