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I remember another ( albeit vulgar) joke that was narrated to me by a friend almost 3 years ago. A young boy and a girl are making love in an auto rickshaw in one of town centers in Kashmir. As their despairing fate would've it, the auto skids off the road
I remember another ( albeit vulgar) joke that was narrated to me by a friend almost 3 years ago. A young boy and a girl are making love in an auto rickshaw in one of town centers in Kashmir. As their despairing fate would've it, the auto skids off the road
primarily because the driver, himself a young man, keeps peering into his mirror to take stock of the situation unfolding right behind him ( re : voyeurism ?! )
He loses control over the handle and the rickshaw
turns upside down. The people come for help. Running. Moud ha hooo. Only to see, taking them by shock and surprise, that a boy (stark naked) is crawling out. They extend a hand to him and pull him out.
turns upside down. The people come for help. Running. Moud ha hooo. Only to see, taking them by shock and surprise, that a boy (stark naked) is crawling out. They extend a hand to him and pull him out.
No sooner do they hear the girl growling in pain ( who's not been rescued yet ) they look at the boy ( in anger meaning to ask, hehra ye kya? ) and he shouts mercy : be hez zaavus emis wuen. I was born to her only a while ago. And runs for his life as fast as he can.
