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Dec 5, 2011

I Beg Your Pardon?

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

I wonder if George Orwell overheard this conversation in Urdu with my mom right before he said those words. 

Mom and I, out for a drive
A: Dekho, kuttay kay bachay (look, sons of bitches)
Mom: Zabaan ko lagaam do. Humesha mun say phool jhartay hain. Kabhi galian diay baghair din nahi guzar sakta?
(Conrtol your tongue. Every time you speak, it is as if roses are falling{sarcasm}. Can't you go one day without cursing?)
A: No, mom. Look. Kuttay kay bachay (puppies) {Pointing to an actual litter of pups}


  1. Still hate your skinny ass


  2. Hahahah I can so picture your mom saying that and I can even picture the look on her's the look she often has when you do something stupid..which is almost always :P

  3. Don't be such a hater okay :P
    My mommy lubs me (I think)

  4. @M: what does hating her skinny ass have to do with anything?

    @A: Even if you HAD been cursing your mum would've forgotten all about it 5 minutes later! Bless her short anger retention capacity!