Originally posted by: .Dr3viL.
TACO
1. does the song 'i like to move it - madagascar' play in your mind when you say the word heebie jeebies? No. Do you picture me doing a tribal lemur dance when I say someone gives me the heebie-jeebies? 😆
2. if i ran one finger down your spine, would that give you the heebie jeebies? Since it's you Doc, yes. 😆
3. i really really want to kiss you, can you walk me through the process of your body/mind shuddering with heebie jeebies? The only walking I'll do in this scenario is away from you. 😆
4. you have to live happily ever after with either be.a.rebel or billa? What part of 'happily' ever after do you not understand? 😆
5. *Thakela Taklya Sulemaani Keeda* demands home cooked desi food everyday, obviously, whats on the menu? monday, tuesday, wednesday? Demands, you say? Well in that case:
Monday- Starters: Chicken entrail samosas fried in stale, putrid vanaspati.
Main course: Clumped and two-day old rice with Bhut Jolokia (those notorious North-East Indian chillies) and vinegar-overloaded pork vindaloo. With undercooked baingan ka barta on the side. That one's swimming in peanut oil.
Dessert: Adulterated khoya barfi and mawa rolls.
Tuesday- Starters: Mumbai misal pav. Since I cannot enter the kitchen as a doormat housewife because I'm on the rag that day, this one has been rustled up by our temp. cook Khargatya Gandicha Potdukhe.
Main course: Kashmiri Wazwan- a larger than life multi-course meat spread. So that his stomach lining can get ruptured with my gigantic platter of love.
Dessert: Agre ke pethe and Mysore Pak. Served after an army of dung flies sampled them after visiting our cow shed at the back.
Wednesday- Gomutra or cow urine to detox his system after that two day roller coaster ride. Additional demands will be welcomed with not just desi, but global tasty treats.
6. *Thakela Taklya Sulemaani Keeda* has a headache, your village doesn't have a pharamacy so cure him please? Some crystal arsenic will do him good since it looks like sugar and is also a supposed aphrodisiac. My randy husband just won't be able to say no to that one. So as my right hand man, Potdukhe dutifully cycles his way to the nearest shady pharmacy and picks up some for me.
7. *Thakela Taklya Sulemaani Keeda* has bought you home a gift for being such a good subservient wife, a bright yellow sari! cajole him into 'allowing' you to wear atleast your mustard coloured sari. No problem. I take the bright yellow sari he's gifted me, dunk myself in mustard oil, and assault all his five senses.
8. *Thakela Taklya Sulemaani Keeda* thinks that you winked at another guy at the bazaar but it was just dust in your eye, calm him down already! If he wouldn't cut it already, I'd tell him Lance Armstrong is probably one of the few lucky ones who gets plenty with one functional nut.
9. *Thakela Taklya Sulemaani Keeda* won't come to bed today, he is still mad at you for winking, seduce him please! which song will you sing n dance for him to join you? Remember that mustard saree? I channel Raveena Tandon from Mohra since it's monsoon here, gyrating to Tip tip barsa paani as he convulses and spasms thanks to the arsenic. I abruptly end at '...teri yaad aayi to jal utha mera bheega badan, ab tum hi batao sajan main kya karoo.'
There. Seduced him to death.
10. Can you write me 2 questions to ask RTH? thanks
- Which forum member/s afflicted her with Herpes?
- Ask her to write a 300 word essay titled 'Why Obama Sucks'.
71