uncle cundie dundie

MY UNCLE LOUDEST...

yo..this post is dedicated to my beshhht friend uncle cundie dundie...
buses were first started during the time of hitler,some army dude i guess(one of ma janitor fans hu came sumwhere close to the goal;))...ahem...buses are still used n the conditions inside are still the same...u sit in one ud think u r goin for a war...

ya so i happen to be this handsome, one of a kind, genius kid(yes u can stop laughing now) who was comin bak from his first day at practice school...in a bus...no seat was available so i had to stand...now after some time dear uncle cundie dundie showed up n started yellin at me in marathi, a language that i m highly proficient at...this isnt very uncommon wid ppl in pune , a city where every1 njois a loud scream...but i m this guy who simply cannot take ne1 screamin at him(n am also jinxed to have a fight every time i move to a new place)...ya so the guy was screamin at me n shaking his hand sorta directin me to move forward...so i complied...but the more i went ahead the louder the cundie got...after abt 2-3 mins i gave up n stopped lukin at him but that didnt stop him...now this guy standin nxt to me told me that he was sarcastically tellin me to move fwd n block the way completely...oooooooh the cundie sarcasm, i shud hv known...as soon as i turned bak the guy started duin wat hes best at...but this time i recalled the best line made in marathi...MALA MARATHI NAHI YETE...means i dont understand wtf u r sayin n dont give a shit too...well that wrked with my witty friend...

so uncle cundie hus got a dundy...u can guess where hes got that...was just tryin to make the journey easier for the ppl travellin in it...n while at it he was just xcercisin his vocal chords!!

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