I'm cutting cello tape for the girls while they're packing boxes
Me: " kitna lambaa duun"
Me: " kitna lambaa duun"
(And suddenly burst out laughing)
M: "jitna bhi lambaa de do"
(Laughter)
M: "jitna bhi lambaa de do"
(Laughter)
A while later she asked for more tape, so instead of asking her size again I started laughing
M: "chota bhi chalay ga"
J: " meri tau situation aisi hai kuch bhi chalay ga"
Me: (start singing) "mein tau ainvien ainvien ainvien ainvien lutt gayaa"
We all burst out laughing
M: "chota bhi chalay ga"
J: " meri tau situation aisi hai kuch bhi chalay ga"
Me: (start singing) "mein tau ainvien ainvien ainvien ainvien lutt gayaa"
We all burst out laughing
J's closure
"Its not the size baby, its how you use it"
"Its not the size baby, its how you use it"
The only reason I like weddings perhaps. Cello tape jokes and the like. Or R's funny noises from behind her hijab as she sings. Been eating like a pig, I think my stomach is funny now. Monday has hit me. And I feel like slapping it back. Like really slapping it.
Good morning my ass
Good morning my ass
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