Of Pink dogs and Scotch

Time and again, I believe, you have to do mad things, just to ensure you are alive and maybe even still young, so a few nights back, a bunch of us got drunk and decided to go out and grab a bite.

A beautiful cool night, some metallica playing on the radio, we were waltzing through the streets of Delhi, when the four of us spotted a dog ( read pig), it was the first pink dog we had ever seen, and it was extremely fat, so being psychos, we decided to chase it. The music got louder, the engine was revved and there we were chasing the pink dog, and soon enough there was a loud bang.
We had conquered the pink Dog, we got out of the cars only to find the pink dog looking rather angry and chasing us instead, we escaped unhurt and so did the pink dog.

It was only this morning when I sent my car to the garage and the mechanic called back with the bil,l that I decided never to chase a pink dog ( PIG) after a bottle of scotch.