Secret Agent Needle Bawa 006.5
I normally can’t be arsed blogging about the idiots I come across daily in the SL blogosphere. But in this case, I think I’ll make an exception, mostly because it’s a sort of public service.
I noticed quite a few bloggers seem to be worried at the Bond-like abilities of Nibras Bawa. He doesn’t seem to have any of Bond’s charms, and only half the wit, but his all-seeing gaze, via the London Met, seems to have scared the crap out of a lot of you.
Well, fear not, Bawa’s just got his bawa in a knot. You see, ol’ RD, being the gentleman that he is, actually mailed Nibbsy from his business mail. And Nibbsy, brainiac that he is googled RD’s office — voila, Bondish, eh? All RD’s info is on his business website. So Nibbsy doesn’t have x-ray vision, or a direct line to Gordon Brown, it seems. Pretty much clear now why he got poor ol’ DeeCee mixed up in this (though she’s not old actually).
Now, NB, pay attention. It’s time you behave. You see, as you yourself pointed out, no one’s really smart enough. And it’s pretty easy to get your phone numbers, fax, home addresses, your mum’s mobile number, your business partners’ and clients’ email addresses, etc. We wouldn’t want Shehla hearing about all this, would we? Also, it’ll be embarrassing if those grovelling ‘brotherly’ mails you sent to RD were to appear all over kottu.
So back the fuck off and we’ll forget about you soon enough. Remember the Maharaja of Sad — no? Neither do we. If not, you just might remember me for all the wrong reasons.
Oh, and btw, do you realize you’re cross-eyed?