Please suck more sugarcane. Hor choopo. I have turned the other chick but it does not mean that I will forgive or forgat. It is good to be home, no doubt, but with sword hanging over me, how I can recuperate? Anyway, I don’t like this word “recuperate” – sounds like another coup in the making.
After the stolen election, opposition rolled over and played dead. We came, we saw, we concurred. But enough is enough. It is your soch, how bad things actually are. We know everything. My lovers are everywhere. The other day my spy sneaked into PM House. He went unseen through bacteria (back of PM House cafeteria). He heard Mraan shotting at Asad Umar, “make a good budget. Make it quickly!” Asad Umar mumbled, “How I can make budget without money?” Mraan shotted again, “BUT WHERE HAS ALL THE BUFFALO AND LIMOUSINE MONEY GONE?!” Asad Umar muttered, “Pallay na ik dhaila, tay karay mela mela – in pocket not a penny and making merry merry.”
“What did you say? What DID you say??” again Mraan shotted. Then JT came in and calmed him down, as always. “Do you know what’s the difference between Big Foot and an intelligent cabinet minister?” JT asked. “What?” said Mraan. “Big Foot has been spotted a few times”. “I’m not in the mood for one-liners, JT”, Mraan said, “anyway, what’s the point of your one-liners?” “So that Asad Umar can understand them”, he said.
My spy says that then Mraan lost it. He stamped his foot and said, “I want an explanation! Why are all my cabinet ministers LOSERS?! anticreative Why is my government failing?!” Then Asad muttered under his breath again, “You’ve always said the fish rots from the head down …” WHAAAT? TAKE IT BACK, TAKE IT BACK!
Poor Asad had to say, “Okay, okay. You’ve never said that the fish rots from the head down. Bus? Happy?”
Then JT distracted Mraan by saying, “let’s check your fan mail”. “You know I can’t operate a computer”, he muttered. “Okay, let me just open Google. Why don’t you type in any question you want in the bar?” Mraan typed, “Is QJB in a good mood today?”
Hor choopo
NS
After the stolen election, opposition rolled over and played dead. We came, we saw, we concurred. But enough is enough. It is your soch, how bad things actually are. We know everything. My lovers are everywhere. The other day my spy sneaked into PM House. He went unseen through bacteria (back of PM House cafeteria). He heard Mraan shotting at Asad Umar, “make a good budget. Make it quickly!” Asad Umar mumbled, “How I can make budget without money?” Mraan shotted again, “BUT WHERE HAS ALL THE BUFFALO AND LIMOUSINE MONEY GONE?!” Asad Umar muttered, “Pallay na ik dhaila, tay karay mela mela – in pocket not a penny and making merry merry.”
“What did you say? What DID you say??” again Mraan shotted. Then JT came in and calmed him down, as always. “Do you know what’s the difference between Big Foot and an intelligent cabinet minister?” JT asked. “What?” said Mraan. “Big Foot has been spotted a few times”. “I’m not in the mood for one-liners, JT”, Mraan said, “anyway, what’s the point of your one-liners?” “So that Asad Umar can understand them”, he said.
My spy says that then Mraan lost it. He stamped his foot and said, “I want an explanation! Why are all my cabinet ministers LOSERS?! anticreative Why is my government failing?!” Then Asad muttered under his breath again, “You’ve always said the fish rots from the head down …” WHAAAT? TAKE IT BACK, TAKE IT BACK!
Poor Asad had to say, “Okay, okay. You’ve never said that the fish rots from the head down. Bus? Happy?”
Then JT distracted Mraan by saying, “let’s check your fan mail”. “You know I can’t operate a computer”, he muttered. “Okay, let me just open Google. Why don’t you type in any question you want in the bar?” Mraan typed, “Is QJB in a good mood today?”
Hor choopo
NS