Hey pass some badam and suntala over, lets sit in the sun and eat badam suntala and talk about politics. :D

mR. hyDe,

that IS an ugly fantasy, please spare us :D haha.

Maybe "Frail Old Girija" is responsible for the scarcity of Yarchagumba up in the mountians. ;)

I can imagine him chewing off a coupla caterpillar heads while some unfortunate women weep hysterically in the background, clutching onto plane tickets to Bollywood.

Anyhooo, my hot blooded brothers and sisters, who shall we punch today?

/rolls wheel of fortune.

And the winner is:



(drumroll)



Mother Teresa !


I don't think so.

/rolls again

Commrade Prachande!!!

LETS GET HIM!


you: Why?

me: I dunno, he just seems like he's a very bad guy whos put our country in deep shit! Plus I really have this craving to punch someone. Maybe his nose is itching for a beating.

you:  (laughs) The country ALREADY was in deep shit before he came.

me: Still, lets get him, I wanna punch someone.

you: Punch yourself silly man.

(passes badam suntala).

me: So you arent a true Nepali? ! :(

you: (stops eating badam) What did you say?

me: I said, if you dont participate in bashing prachande, FOG (Frail Old Girija) will come with a mouthful of caterpillars and rape your household and your neighborhood, and you will not only lose your assvirginity, but also your citizenship. You won't be a true nepali.

you: .... but i am...i try to be...i try shoo hard!

me: its not working. you loser... you arent nepali..go join india!!

you: so if I help bash prachande, I will regain my Nepali-pan?

me: thats how it works. i think.

you: (rips shirt like Hulk Hogan) PRACHANDE M*J* RAN** ** ****O KATA CHAS! AIJA BAHIRA MUSA! TALAI KAAT DINCHU! BUJHIS M*J*??

me: (battle cry) PRAACHAAANDDEEEEE!!!!!!!!

[curtains close with two running like madmen through fields of grazing sheep]


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