What I am about to share with all of u is highly classifed, so take the necessary care, be sure that this information in the wrong hands
my cause great damage to our beloved or loathed PM jee (depending upon your political/apolitical association.
Diary of Nawaz Sharif...
"I am Confucius. As many mouths, that many talkies. Jitnay moonh utni
baatein. Some people are saying, "Tear Bum, Tear Bum", others are
saying, "Tear Bum and see what happens". What will happen, Hain Ji?
"Bestis to say I am ag-ree with everyone. Atleast people won't say, I
am wearing bangles. But problem is Amercan President Clint Eastwood.
Louse is not crawling on his ear.
I ope, merey aziz humwatno, you are knowing Amercan President Clint
Eastwood h/o Lady Hillaria f/o Chelsia, lover of nation. He is calling
me every day, hundred hundred times.
No wonder some people call him Bill. Must be bacause of big phoon
bill. He is saying give me promise by God that you will not tear bum.
I told him I am sitting tightly on bum, don't worry. But he has no
patients.
He is calling me again. This time I am pretending I am not at home.
"Is that Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif?" he asked.
"No then is it your father speaking?" I asked sarcitastically Stuppid.
Calling on PM house hotline and asking who is speaking? Hmmmph, leave
Amercans ji.
"Sorry" said President Clint.
"You should be", I said, "calling at my lunch time".
"Is that right?" he said. "Yes,that is right,"I said and slammed
phoon.
But Amercans they are without shame. President Clint Eastwood called
again, "You wanna F-16?"he asked.
"F-16 for your mother!"I said, "I only want corner plot,and in F-6/3,
not 16 thank you very much, Mr Mugger Muccchh".
Then he is saying, "I can also waive the Pressler".
"You can wave to the Queen", I said slamming down the phoon again.
"Bad tameez, lathey di kameez, loye da pajama, bandur tera mama, teri
saas karey drama", I said in my heart.
I was still thinking that I will not do anything when President Clint
called again. "WHAT YOU ARE WANTING NOW?" I shouted.
"I just wanted some concrete assurances and guarantees... " He
started again.
"Oye, we have never given grunty to banks, how can I give it to you?
Talk something else. How is Bhabi Hillaria and my neice Chelsia? "I
asked him, "Gone to McDonald, Hainji? Eating buggers?"
"About the bomb", he continued.
"Oye bore oye, put earth. Bum,bum,bum.Is it your bum or mine? If you
don't want to talk about old Bhabi Hillaria, how is new Bhabi
Moneeka, hainji? Heh, heh, heh?
On hearing name Moneeka, President Cint slammed phoon. I told
Surcharge Saab, I have found magic word for when I don't want to talk
to President Bill Cintwood. MONEEKA!
As Helen sang in Shummi Kapoor fillum: Moneeka, Oh My Darrrling!
my cause great damage to our beloved or loathed PM jee (depending upon your political/apolitical association.
Diary of Nawaz Sharif...
"I am Confucius. As many mouths, that many talkies. Jitnay moonh utni
baatein. Some people are saying, "Tear Bum, Tear Bum", others are
saying, "Tear Bum and see what happens". What will happen, Hain Ji?
"Bestis to say I am ag-ree with everyone. Atleast people won't say, I
am wearing bangles. But problem is Amercan President Clint Eastwood.
Louse is not crawling on his ear.
I ope, merey aziz humwatno, you are knowing Amercan President Clint
Eastwood h/o Lady Hillaria f/o Chelsia, lover of nation. He is calling
me every day, hundred hundred times.
No wonder some people call him Bill. Must be bacause of big phoon
bill. He is saying give me promise by God that you will not tear bum.
I told him I am sitting tightly on bum, don't worry. But he has no
patients.
He is calling me again. This time I am pretending I am not at home.
"Is that Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif?" he asked.
"No then is it your father speaking?" I asked sarcitastically Stuppid.
Calling on PM house hotline and asking who is speaking? Hmmmph, leave
Amercans ji.
"Sorry" said President Clint.
"You should be", I said, "calling at my lunch time".
"Is that right?" he said. "Yes,that is right,"I said and slammed
phoon.
But Amercans they are without shame. President Clint Eastwood called
again, "You wanna F-16?"he asked.
"F-16 for your mother!"I said, "I only want corner plot,and in F-6/3,
not 16 thank you very much, Mr Mugger Muccchh".
Then he is saying, "I can also waive the Pressler".
"You can wave to the Queen", I said slamming down the phoon again.
"Bad tameez, lathey di kameez, loye da pajama, bandur tera mama, teri
saas karey drama", I said in my heart.
I was still thinking that I will not do anything when President Clint
called again. "WHAT YOU ARE WANTING NOW?" I shouted.
"I just wanted some concrete assurances and guarantees... " He
started again.
"Oye, we have never given grunty to banks, how can I give it to you?
Talk something else. How is Bhabi Hillaria and my neice Chelsia? "I
asked him, "Gone to McDonald, Hainji? Eating buggers?"
"About the bomb", he continued.
"Oye bore oye, put earth. Bum,bum,bum.Is it your bum or mine? If you
don't want to talk about old Bhabi Hillaria, how is new Bhabi
Moneeka, hainji? Heh, heh, heh?
On hearing name Moneeka, President Cint slammed phoon. I told
Surcharge Saab, I have found magic word for when I don't want to talk
to President Bill Cintwood. MONEEKA!
As Helen sang in Shummi Kapoor fillum: Moneeka, Oh My Darrrling!
j/k dunn get offended please.
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