What sort of a multi millionaire are you? At least you could give us fevicol, iss se toh bacchon ke crafts bhi nahi chupakte." he grizzled waving the tissue.
Seriously Ria?π
Arnav felt like crying, What sort of a multi millionaire was he anyway? And a fashion tycoon at that with two suits, six shirts and one pair of formal shoes. He understood that the previous production house were having some budget crisis but what about this lunatic author, she could at least afford him a helicopter of his own?
My goodness Ria I am rolling on the floor...π€£
And then your own conversation with Arnav!! Ahaan! Awesome π
He wondered whether simply hiding 'Deccan' would be enough, he could as well give the hirelings sketch pens to write 'Amezing' over the tissue papers.
Oh my stomach hurts...
"What makes you think I wanted it to be Amazing? Such an ordinary word, sheesh!"
"mahal." the author goofily adds not knowing how else to counter that.
Oh! it hurts really π€£
Oh then the helicopter drama π
I mean I wanted to quote the whole part but that would have been too much π³
But really Ria... Phat- phat- phat- phat, one man army, pulling helicopter by rope... too much and I am laughing again, like insane.
and bichara ASR stuck with his loony wife in sands before another lunatic the moonchiya and I really felt pity for him, maybe this is the first timeπ
Khushi could not stop herself, she lurched towards the cockpit, "Je baat." she cried in her native tongue, clapped her hands in ecstasy at her savior and whistled relentlessly like a street goon. Arnav stared on listless, the pilot patted his arm in sympathy. π€£
Somewhere in Chennai...
Rajnikanth sat in his studio analyzing the Moonchiya's swift moves with the rope and his Phatphatiya towing the giant helicopter. "Enna Rascala, Mind it, Mai bhi karega, agla filam me." he exclaimed pressing the record button.
Any Mallik and Priyatam
"We can 'get inspired' from the originals, no?" they both cried at the same time.
"Make it fast Sukhi, we cannot let the Moonchiya wait for longer, he's already grunting and reaching out for his gun." cried Priyatam.
As Rudra began towing the dead whirlybird, skies parted and Sukhwinder Singh's voice resounded ...
Ooo Phatiya..hun... Phatiya...hun
Phatphatiya...
Arnav Bhaiya = -10. Moonchiya = 0.
"Son, why should Rudra not get a positive 1 up?" asked Lord Shiva disappointed with his son's marking scheme.
"I apologize father, but marking any of these imps in positive would be an insult to my wisdom. I can at best let them maintain their standard which is zero anyway." explained Lord Ganesh.
"That was one hell of an aim." exclaimed Lord Shiva.
"What? You are impressed with that deceitful man!" cried Devi Maiyya angrily, "Lord Ganesha now what should your score board say?" she asked with bated breath.
It now said -
Moonchiya = -5 (for cheating) Arnav Bhaiya = -5 (for being a coward)
and so many reasons to laugh out loud and I am doing just that...
ππ
And oh the description of the orchestra and women to welcome ASR and my God Paro and Khsuhi's attraction towards each other's husband.. and then those film titles of double roles...
God Ria how can you think like this... I mean how in hell can you come up with such.. such LOL, LMAO kind of moments and description and names and what nots?? ππ
I am dead laughing π€’
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