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The other day this friend's mom mentioned how she would get all excited when the postman would show up at her door in Pakistan. It meant the possibility of some magazine or some letter for her. I told her I couldn’t relate to her excitement since I never got any letters. "Never? You mean you never got a letter from a friend in Pakistan?!" I thought about it and then i remembered the incident that occurred during the summer of my 16th year on this planet:
I had developed a huge crush (surprise surprise!) on this girl who lived a few streets away. I did not know how to contact her, but I did know her home address. And so I started sending small letters to her. Everyday I would impatiently wait for the postman, hoping for him to deliver her response. Then one day, to my astonishment, I saw her standing at our gate and ringing the door bell. But more importantly, to my utter horror, she was clutching the whole pile of my letters that I had written to her and which she purportedly intended to hand to an elder in the house. Fortunately I saw her before she saw an elder. Needless to say, I've never in my life begged a girl as much as I begged that day.
And that, in a nutshell, had been my experience with the postal system in Pakistan.
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It connected.
There were sparks.
hahahahaaaaa...cool.
sorry, I mistakenly refreshed the page...and the comment got submitted twice. I'm not implying that you are a raging homo nymphomaniac...simply suggesting that there is something rotten in amsterdam :)
for an old man, the mention of boys sure gets your viagra going? hmmmm.....
for an old man, the mention of boys sure gets your viagra going? hmmmm.....
Of course you are, atif 2! And now, thanks to California, you can even marry them! (T)
There were sparks.]
hahahaha! it did connect, but not in the way your cousin had intended
It connected.
There were sparks.
The girl immediately limped to his house and complained.
The chitrol my cousin got that day from his older brother...was nuclear :)
This was funny. The good thing is that she didn't send her brother or father....then the begging would have included a chitrol :)
Why didn't you just tie your letter to a rock and toss it at her (when she showed up on the terrace), like every regular mujnoo?
...the "lady" protesteth too much!
i am sure you as a normal heterosexual man can relate to this
but then again, you somehow copied this comment from somewhere and are just itching to paste it as your own
once a plagiarist...
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