Aunty at the Cafeteria: Are you married?
Margarette (the other fellow): No
Aunty: Are you engaged?
Margarette: No
Aunty: Doesn't anybody love you?
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4 comments:
I've been driven crazy here by somehow ending up with a roommate when I wasnt supposed to have one. So let's meet in the middle... say Iraq?
heyo....hey india aint so bad! you'll hav fun when ur here wid us....but yea, indians can't hold there liquor...AND I CAN'T BELIEVE you tried PUBBING in kolkata!!!only really really desperate and miserable ppl wud do that...
ayooo Andyy, were u listening on my aunties by any chance:) heheeh, kidding kidding! I must say I love reading your posts, and it sounds like the experience is a real mixed bag so far..(except of the i hate this hell hole bit.:)
Here's the rest of the conversation:
Cafeteria Aunty: Doesn't anybody love you?
Margarette: I am fine by myself - thank you.
Cafeteria Aunty: Then you must be a slut - stay away from my husband and sons.
Margarette: Excuse me?
Cafeteria Aunty: If you're not married, engaged or in love, and you're not a slut, then you almost don't exist. Go jump into a well.
Margarette: No, thank you.
Cafeteria Aunty: Here - eat some fried food then. No one will marry you if you stay so skinny. Look - you don't even have a belly to hang your sari on.
Margarette: I don't wear saris.
Cafeteria Aunty faints and collapses into a giant tub of "roshgollas".
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