It was on that fateful Sunday when our eyes chanced upon the
hefty bosoms for a moment and the hairy hands around it the
next. And we knew life had fucked us hard.
Then: When you’re happy and you know it clap your hands, When you’re happy and you know it clap your hands, When you’re happy and you know it And you really want to show it, When …...
.. Fuck You! Fuck You, you pathetic pretentious lover. Everyone knows you hoodwinked that ass-faced, gourd-shaped whore from next door so that you could get a couple’s discount to the ‘great Tantr...
We at Tantheta don’t like December very much. This month reminds us of our inability to party like pseudo-high ‘bangla’ band rockstars. It reaffirms to us our lame, non-kewl, firg…...
P.S: At the very outset, allow me to present this post the “Dummies Guide to Understanding Blogposts” award for the sheer straightforwardness of its title. Yes breasts. Oh breasts! Go b…...
It’s fast becoming an inescapable aspect of our social media existence. Lame status updates on Facebook. Dunno about the others but I hate to see the chastity (or whatever’s left of it) of my inbo...
How many of us have actually seen the Commonwealth games on TV in the past? Watching the opening/closing/interval ceremony doesn’t count. And no, if you just chanced by the broadcast while surfing ...