Mobarak, meray aziz humwanto, on successful PSL! If Imran Khan’s bus had walked (agar uss ka bus chalta) PSL would have been destroyed by a tarrrist attack. Imran Khan is the only man I know who immatures with age.
Then I had to go to Qatar, and belief it, my trip had nothing to do with the latter they wrote in my defence. It was pure state visit. They had a lovely guard of horror lined up to salute me when I arrived. “Ahlan wa sahlan, brother”, Al-King said upon kissing me repeatedly as Arabs do. We are good friends; we have same interests – nice cars, good food, big, big houses. After welcome functions, Al-King took me to palace. “Brother”, he said, “if we want to feel good, we have to finish what we start. So let’s finish this triple cheeseburger meal and a 2 pounder chocolate fudge cake, and we’ll feel great.”
After such a big meal, as you can imagine, I slapt really well. Deeeep sleep. Nice dream, moon of 14th, me and Indian heroine dancing around a marble bench …
Then the dream became a nightmare. Al-King appeared and we went to nearest supermarket where he forced me to buy Imran Khan dressed up like a clown. Then we both became cannibals and started eating the clown. Al-King asked me, “doesn’t he taste funny to you?” In dream, I began to tremble. I saw a thin woman with black hair, long nails and crooked feet (shriek. Classic daen) “W-w-who you are, lady?” I asked. She cackled and said, “I am a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”
Then she began to ask me questions. Where’s my country, my city, my home etc. Then she asked, “where’s the capital of Pakistan?” I replied, “In Swiss banks”. Shriiiieeeeeeek! What I am saying?! Then I woke up in cold sweat.
I asked Al-King that what is happening to me, brother? Why I am so disturb? He said, brother, it is Din of Democracy. And that’s why I don’t allow things like Supreme Court in my country.
Shriiieeekk!
Then I had to go to Qatar, and belief it, my trip had nothing to do with the latter they wrote in my defence. It was pure state visit. They had a lovely guard of horror lined up to salute me when I arrived. “Ahlan wa sahlan, brother”, Al-King said upon kissing me repeatedly as Arabs do. We are good friends; we have same interests – nice cars, good food, big, big houses. After welcome functions, Al-King took me to palace. “Brother”, he said, “if we want to feel good, we have to finish what we start. So let’s finish this triple cheeseburger meal and a 2 pounder chocolate fudge cake, and we’ll feel great.”
After such a big meal, as you can imagine, I slapt really well. Deeeep sleep. Nice dream, moon of 14th, me and Indian heroine dancing around a marble bench …
Then the dream became a nightmare. Al-King appeared and we went to nearest supermarket where he forced me to buy Imran Khan dressed up like a clown. Then we both became cannibals and started eating the clown. Al-King asked me, “doesn’t he taste funny to you?” In dream, I began to tremble. I saw a thin woman with black hair, long nails and crooked feet (shriek. Classic daen) “W-w-who you are, lady?” I asked. She cackled and said, “I am a shiver looking for a spine to run up.”
Then she began to ask me questions. Where’s my country, my city, my home etc. Then she asked, “where’s the capital of Pakistan?” I replied, “In Swiss banks”. Shriiiieeeeeeek! What I am saying?! Then I woke up in cold sweat.
I asked Al-King that what is happening to me, brother? Why I am so disturb? He said, brother, it is Din of Democracy. And that’s why I don’t allow things like Supreme Court in my country.
Shriiieeekk!
NS