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“Yaar woh 202 wali bhabhi hai toh badaa mast maal”
“Are yar aisaa mat bol, bahut achee bhabhiji hai re woh”
“Abe isse ache yaa bure kaa kyaa matlab. min toh uski gaand ki baad karaa hun”
“Mat bol yaar, ye galat hai”
“Galat kyaa be sale, tu kya naa mard hai, tujhe ni pataa ye sale high class randiyan, hain apne, pati ke naa hone pe, kis kis ke saath gul khilaatee hai”
“Bhai yar jo bhi bol, Simran ji aisee nahi hai”
“Abe ye bataa, woh Shalni, woh Rachan bhabhi bhi otho hai, bantee kitnee shareef lekin ye toh hum dono ko pataa hai, ke woh kyaa chinaal hain”
“Haan bhi lekin Simran bhabhi ji aisee nahi hai, woh dekho kitnee achee hai, humare ghar ke liye bhi kitnaa samaan detee hai, gaon jaatey waqt”
“Yaar, firoz, tu maan naa maan, woh sali bhi hai toh randi hi, bas humne kabhi use dekhaa ni kuch kartey hue, ek din toh saamne aa hi jayegee”
“Bhai, tu ye sab mat bol mujh achaa nahi lagtaa”
“kyu be sale teri biwi hai kyaa, jo itnaa, machal rahaa hai”
“nahi yaar, but ye sab simran bhabhi, ke baar me nahi”
“Abe mein toh biolunga, Sali k gaand itnee mast hai, maa kasam pure building me uski jaise gaand nahi dekhi, jab chaltee hai apne chutaad hilaatee uaa, oho ho ho, man kartaa hai, masal dun wah i pakad ke”
