Oh too bad. :

I can't be with you if you're boring

I can't be with you if you're ghetto. I'm sorry, but no. Don't even try to be ghetto. :

:laugh: It's okay pawan.


I can't be with you if you don't like kids

I can't be with you if you don't get double meaning gallan :pagel:

I expected this from you, ganda insaan.

I can't be with you if your favorite color is orange or yellow.

Strawberries, watermelon, pineapple, papaya, mangoes, kiwi

I can't be with you if you can't hold a sensible conversation.

Lmfaoo Larry da bhi payday hunda.

Dead :D:

The weather's cooling down mid 70s.
Hello fall :)

I'm liking it. It's a bit muggy, but tolerable

:D: wah wah

I don't know if that was besti or a compliment  :dnk:

It's quite alright I've got a few I'll share..

Amazing how most of my stories start with, So at my massi's house..
Reckless times...
Anywho,
I was about 2 years old and I was sleeping over my massi's house with a cousin of mine. We got into a heated arguemnt according to my massi over god knows what, and my cousin apparenly slapped me and I started to cry.
My massi came in all adult like and tried to stop the brawl and she hit or yelled at or did something to upset my cousin and my cousin started to cry.
I then proceeded to yell at my massi, my exact words according to my massi
“Pare ho ja eh meri ladayi ah tu kyo mareya.” In some broken kid language.

What I learned from this?
Don't send your kids over to their massi's house but if you are, have her video tape everything :

I did get revenge though. My cousin at the time was a year younger, so one at the time, and she wobbled when she walked, clumsy little thing she was. The ice cream man had come outside so I ran out the door and she was in one of those walker things and she attempted to follow me, leading to her falling down the stairs while I happily ate my ice cream.
Karma dude, karma. :hehe: