Wednesday Afternoon: Have a tummy tuck

The whole of India is worried about getting rid of the stomach, but the stomach is not the 2nd part of any round, if you take it off the stomach, it will come off! 'Chand chupe nahi badal chayo', em jhabbha or any Punjabi sivadavo, phand (ie, 'tummy') is not an illegitimate child, it can be hidden in shame! It is a manor earned without our hard work. Thus, the joy of gently caressing a chubby tummy is ethereal, but we only get that joy. To someone else, 'Give me a hand!' Not called. If Tommy is our own, joy comes to us alone! It is different that no one wants such fun. Harkoi burns lives despite the trap made by his masculinity. If there is any beauty coming from the front, how long should you hold the breath in and out? I was full once. So, there is no flamboyant tummy, but there was a 'Haki: Part-Bijjo' coming from the front, if we pull that me'koo…pet inside, the impression on it will be good. We will get this or that, then we will breathe out, but she is standing in front of me from such an angle that I can see her whole. The talk was with coke but the target was on my tummy. ('Buri Nazarwali, Tera Munh Kaala') How long should I hold my stomach? I remember, when I exhaled, I could hear the exhaled air going 'Fooss…'! We think that if the stomach looks symmetrical, the impression will be good. Now, however, there is no such need, because the belly of the one coming from the front is bloated without marriage…just like us! Tommy is actually our asset. Collected inheritance without hard work and without! Now we have to use it till we live. She is like a fairy tale princess. We just…when we fall in love with a husband, we keep our hands on him, that's all! Love it or hate it…it is our property. There is no doubt about his loyalty! A Sadaiv…I mean, not to leave us till death. I myself have a nice little trap of my own. Of course, there is no such thing as ridiculous. I didn't have to work hard for it, but because of not working hard, it has blossomed. (According to the grammar, the word phuli comes as 'fali', but grandfather does not often say to the little granddaughter, 'Bahu fati hai hai….!') The thing is different, my trap is definitely full, but fati is not Hargis. A viewer from hundreds of miles away might think, 'Uncle looks like a dinosaur has been swallowed!' Once upon a time I had a pit in my stomach, fit for a peeled coconut! The onlookers kept asking, 'Gher ma jamadati not?' At that time he felt sorry and prayed to the Lord, 'O Nath…give me as many traps as possible to save me from traps!' Thus, our Lord did not give everything else that was required, but if we asked for a trap, the application was disposed of within six to eight months. In the beginning, God raised a hill like a small bump on the road so that the name of the bride-to-be could be seen under the cover of a veil like a new bride-to-be. Father would say, 'Now stop here.' But let the work of traps be like the native kingdoms…. More and more victories are obtained, under such blessings, new and new sizes of stomachs keep coming out! There was always growth in nine dimensions… drought never occurred. If the idol that the girl went to see is tami, the girl passes it on the 'terms and conditions'. 'This barrel should be removed before the marriage…otherwise the marriage-cancel!' Such a sly girl's father gives. But the girl is very confident that, 'once he eats the food from my hand, then where is Govindo going to go? If I do not make a letter instead of a stomach, my name will not be Radha!' In the hospitals, there are dharmatmas with kidney-donation, eye-donation or organ-donation, but not a single case of 'tummy-donation' has been reported. Science has provided many tools for those with weak eyes or ears, but no muscular bricks have ever been invented to replace the tummy. At least, why is there no trap that can be set aside or pressed when desired? Ear machines have been invented for the deaf, so why not machines have been invented to make the dumb speak clearly?….Damn such science! why are you sleeping If anything….my case is getting weak! The ones who laugh at our bums or 'haaa…sh, our stomachs aren't that ripped.' One warning to those who take such satisfactions, 'Don't be too wise….Today I have so much stomach… If you don't pay attention, tomorrow you won't have stomach either, 'Pataro' will come!' Sixers – Do you love bowling? – Yes. I make paper boats for the boys.

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