Eid Mobarak to all Youthias, Insafians, Insafesstas, Insafestresses, Insafestoons and Insafiosos. They all say I’m the best Prime Minister Pakistan has ever had. Even Donald Trump called and confirmed this (he has a lot of time on his hands). “Oh hello, Mr President!” I said. “A very good mornin’ ta yew Pram Minister!” he replied graciously. “May God be with you, Mr President”, I said.
“May God be with you Pram Minister”, he replied. “How goes it, Mr President?” I asked. “Oh fan, just fan Pram Minister, you know how they stole the election from me. You should know. Since you stole the Pak-stan elections from Nawaz Sharif”. “Oh yes”, I said, “I remember that. What a steal that was! Ha ha. But I thought you lost fair and square, Mr President”. “W-w-whaaat, fair ’n square? The Democrats did all sortsa nyasty things like registering millions a voters an appealin’ ta the black vote”. “You mean blacks have the vote in America?” I asked incredulously.
“Years they do Pram Minister, they sure as hell do”, replied Donald.
“Never you mind, Mr President, I wish you success in your future ventures and four more glorious years in the White House – four jumbo, corn fed, fantabulous, sun kissed years with jojoba extract, lemon fragrance and Nutella topping”. “Gee thyanks Pram Minister”, said Donald, “an who you gonna call next?” “Well, since we haven’t got a penny from MBS, and the IMF is being horrible as usual, and we’ve stopped doing CPEC with the Chinese, I think I’ll call the Japanese and do JPEC with them”. “Good idea. You go right ahead!”
So I called Hirishito Toto and said, “Is this Hirishito Toto? Or is it Hiritoto Shito? Or is it Toto Shititoto or indeed Shititoto Hirishito?” No answer. I wonder why. Oh forget about JPEC; let’s draw up a list of generous donors, since we’re going to be bankrupt soon. I’ll start with Bill Gates because he’s recently joined the DC (Divorcees’ Club), and is bound to be depressed and therefore in a generous mood, followed by that old heiress from London, Lady Lucy Morrulls.
Im the Dim
“May God be with you Pram Minister”, he replied. “How goes it, Mr President?” I asked. “Oh fan, just fan Pram Minister, you know how they stole the election from me. You should know. Since you stole the Pak-stan elections from Nawaz Sharif”. “Oh yes”, I said, “I remember that. What a steal that was! Ha ha. But I thought you lost fair and square, Mr President”. “W-w-whaaat, fair ’n square? The Democrats did all sortsa nyasty things like registering millions a voters an appealin’ ta the black vote”. “You mean blacks have the vote in America?” I asked incredulously.
“Years they do Pram Minister, they sure as hell do”, replied Donald.
“Never you mind, Mr President, I wish you success in your future ventures and four more glorious years in the White House – four jumbo, corn fed, fantabulous, sun kissed years with jojoba extract, lemon fragrance and Nutella topping”. “Gee thyanks Pram Minister”, said Donald, “an who you gonna call next?” “Well, since we haven’t got a penny from MBS, and the IMF is being horrible as usual, and we’ve stopped doing CPEC with the Chinese, I think I’ll call the Japanese and do JPEC with them”. “Good idea. You go right ahead!”
So I called Hirishito Toto and said, “Is this Hirishito Toto? Or is it Hiritoto Shito? Or is it Toto Shititoto or indeed Shititoto Hirishito?” No answer. I wonder why. Oh forget about JPEC; let’s draw up a list of generous donors, since we’re going to be bankrupt soon. I’ll start with Bill Gates because he’s recently joined the DC (Divorcees’ Club), and is bound to be depressed and therefore in a generous mood, followed by that old heiress from London, Lady Lucy Morrulls.
Im the Dim