It’s been so difficult time with brother Al-King demanding all sorts of help from us in Yemeni civil war. Al-King wants our faujis to go and fight there; he wants our air force to go and bomb there; he wants our navy to go and swim there. Haw I can say yes? And haw I can say no? Sartaj Saab says it’s terrible Dial Emma. Who Emma is, hain ji?
In meeting with Al-King, God was kind. I was saved by mouse. I know from past that Al-King hates mouse; in fect, he even hates the word “mouse”. When Al-King began to ask me for faujis, I saw mouse scampering across thick pile carpet. “Er, Your Majesty, Dear Brother”, I began. “Don’t worry about the expenses, brother”, Al-King said, “we will pay for everything. You want iPhone, iPad, iPod? Take it, iPaid!” I tried again, “it’s not that, Dear Brother. It’s just that there is something here …” Al-King interrupted me again, “you are tired after your journey? What was your PIA flight like?” I sighed, “It was warm and motherly, brother. Warm because the ACs didn’t work and motherly because all the airhostesses were above 50.”
“Allah be praised”, Al-King said, “and now for the number of cohorts we need …” “Consorts, Your Majesty? Only four are allowed, but I would advise you to have only one, because with four come four mothers-in-law”. Al-King was perplexed. “I am not talking about wives, brother! Don’t you understand English?” “Of course I do, dear brother. Which reminds me, there’s big difference between our wives and English wives. English wives get stoned before they commit adultery.”
By now, thanks God, Al-King was in total confuyion. He didn’t know how to get back to subject of asking me for military help in Yemeni civil war. Then he started again, “as I was saying, we need …” “Just a minute, Your Supreme Majesty, I hate to tell you this, but have you seen ‘Tom & Jerry’?” “Well, yes, I have … what’s the problem, brother?” “Your Majesty, Jerry is under your chair.”
In meeting with Al-King, God was kind. I was saved by mouse. I know from past that Al-King hates mouse; in fect, he even hates the word “mouse”. When Al-King began to ask me for faujis, I saw mouse scampering across thick pile carpet. “Er, Your Majesty, Dear Brother”, I began. “Don’t worry about the expenses, brother”, Al-King said, “we will pay for everything. You want iPhone, iPad, iPod? Take it, iPaid!” I tried again, “it’s not that, Dear Brother. It’s just that there is something here …” Al-King interrupted me again, “you are tired after your journey? What was your PIA flight like?” I sighed, “It was warm and motherly, brother. Warm because the ACs didn’t work and motherly because all the airhostesses were above 50.”
“Allah be praised”, Al-King said, “and now for the number of cohorts we need …” “Consorts, Your Majesty? Only four are allowed, but I would advise you to have only one, because with four come four mothers-in-law”. Al-King was perplexed. “I am not talking about wives, brother! Don’t you understand English?” “Of course I do, dear brother. Which reminds me, there’s big difference between our wives and English wives. English wives get stoned before they commit adultery.”
By now, thanks God, Al-King was in total confuyion. He didn’t know how to get back to subject of asking me for military help in Yemeni civil war. Then he started again, “as I was saying, we need …” “Just a minute, Your Supreme Majesty, I hate to tell you this, but have you seen ‘Tom & Jerry’?” “Well, yes, I have … what’s the problem, brother?” “Your Majesty, Jerry is under your chair.”
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