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My Dad - Founding a New Comedy in the Hangover with Dash Ali
The above title is the name of a collection of satires that were written daily by a person named Payam at the end of the previous life of Avizon. It had a large audience at the time, and I have rarely seen anyone laugh at reading these stories. I think it will still be interesting for you. The point I have to make is that in some parts of the story you are asked to comment, which is the opinion of the author, not me
My dad is very upset. He knows about all my offenses, including the one on the site. I am also very sensitive because I am an only child.
It has stuck with me ten times so far and cut off the internet at home. But I did not become a human being and I hang myself by any means possible.
This week, I turned my head and saw that the stump was standing behind me and was following me. He saw the picture of the pendant. I went to the first floor.
Stumbling, I got up from the cup and shook myself, and I was just coming to my senses when my father reached the first floor at the speed of his light, and a pair of legs came to kick me.
In short, sir, this site has hung us.
The same night after spinning in the hanger, I had hit the bathroom in the house with a stick that my dad had beaten and was looking out of the bathroom window. You beat me in the head.
I came out of the bathroom with the same naked body, and with a quick reaction, he reached the back of the bathroom door. Toilet.
That same afternoon, my brother-in-law came to our house (in public).
I left the room open so that he would not doubt. I was very careful that there would be no stealing at one time. I was safely browsing the site when Yahoo did Saddam.
I turned my head to answer. I saw that the pillow was coming towards my face quickly. See how stubborn the master was. My face.
Sir, he shed so much wool from us that you can not say. Very sharp, young mother.
Now, the interesting thing is that he himself goes home left and right. I took his wrist ten times, but my mother still hasn't noticed.
Of course, provided you comment.
Be sure to read the following stories, which are much more interesting
Sincerely, Dash Ali.
Please do not ask
I just found out that there is a person in the whole place who has left me alone.
This dad of ours has a business in our place. Four alleys up.
A couple of months ago, I met a girl in Messenger.
I brought the girl home while my dad was in the shop and the so-called headlight was on and he had a lot of customers.
At that time, when my father left, he would not come home, but I had thought of leaving my friend Shahin everywhere in the alley, so that if my father came, he would call one by one.
Sir, tell me, we have a moment more than this moment, which I will say now.
Exactly the moment when the girl, the sister, had given all the food to Ga in order and was just satisfied, she knocked on the clothes in Shahin (my friend). I realized that Kharksheh was coming.
The spy had sold us.
In short, I rejected the girl for nothing. Two minutes later, our stupid father came.
I also sat down very normally.
He heard this and I saw one of them. He came back and with the same laugh, Kerry was staring at me. My head and the board were crushed.
Then Kerry came with the same laugh and put on his shoes and left.
An hour later I went to the shop and told him, "Daddy, why are you bothering me so much? Please do not bother me so much. I'm asking you."
What answer did he give me?
He returned and said, "Please, do not ask. This time, if you ask, I will ask you to go and ask Aqam Kunt's dog to leave."
The next day, the first morning, I shot the arrow of the commune and secretly went up behind the canvas and ambushed it so that, for example, if he wanted to go out, I would shoot him as far as he could shoot.
I had ambushed an account when I saw Yahoo standing behind me. I had seen a poor house hunter, he had worked for the police station)
A sister is fifty or sixty years old. (Aunt) had come to our house some time ago. When she entered the door, I got up and hugged her. You lost your dad's son's mouth (meaning my dad).
Even though I was saying this to my aunt, but she did not notice (old woman), but until now, I said that she hit me so hard on the neck that I went to my aunt's face.
Now, it is interesting that in the past, Grandpa was rebellious against our grandfather
My own father explains that when he was ten or twelve years old, their blood became a guest. In the evening, the grandmother throws a mat in the yard and the guests sit in the yard.
Grandmother also goes to bring them in the evening. She says that the guests were very upset. In order to be able to see Ina, he had gone through the second floor window and poured it on Ina's head.
Because he is always paying attention to me and he is monitoring everything I do, he is always holding my hand.
Now my dad understood that work was a royal job. He was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate. He passed and passed until Muharram last year.
Yahoo, I saw my father holding a big drum in his hand and a footstool. The footstool is approaching the falcon from behind.
He came and went like this until he started beating Shahin three times.
He was miserable for himself. Now I will explain to you later what Shahin had done to my father.
To be continued.
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Some time ago, Khalem's daughter came to our house from the city. She was pregnant and had come to Tehran for a cesarean section. I have wanted to see a pregnant woman for a long time.
I waited for the opportunity.
That he went to the bathroom. Immediately I jumped behind the canvas so that when he came out of the bathroom to undress and put on his clothes, I would look at the light from the light, the glass of which was broken to the size of a man's head. The bathroom is finished.
During these half an hour, every few seconds, I looked behind my head to see if my father was behind me. Once, I went downstairs to see what he was doing. I saw him pull the blanket over his head and fall asleep.
I safely went back to the canvas and a few minutes later my empty daughter finished her bath and came to the locker room. Eating a kick in our ass is the same. As my whole head went into the hole of light.
I brought my head out. As soon as I came back, a pitcher of ice water emptied in my face. Electricity jumped out of my door.
Then he tapped me and I went down the stairs at a speed of ten steps per second and went into the alley.
Ngo Kundeh was watching me from the beginning of the story, and the dream, the blanket, and Ina were his films.
Last year, my father went to Eid-e-Baba with my mother to visit my mother's family's house for Eid. I did not go with them to insist on them. من بمونه.
Let me say in parentheses that when I was a child, I had seen the sex of my grandmother and grandfather two or three times.
In short, sir, there was a wedding in our house. I used to say to myself, "Dad, this is an old woman on the dock. Our house has three floors, and like most Punk villas, my grandmother and I always sit in the balcony and have tea and smoke on the balcony." .
As soon as I left, I picked up the phone and called Ziad. Our chances are either to travel or not to go out (because of the holidays)
I went to Shahin's time and said, "Let me go to my empty house. What is in your hand?"
In short, it was decided to bring Shahin Khanoum in the evening of the first day.
In the evening, I saw that in that slump, Mrs. Shahin, her old girlfriend (whom the children of Janatabad neighborhood had arranged a group of hands a couple of years ago, and now she was almost alive), started walking on her own and was coming.
Sir, you call us like lightning, we jumped into the house and took Grandma's statistics to the balcony (our house is in the south), then I opened the door, took the girl, and Shahin left to come in another hour.
I took the girl to the room and undressed her and made her two or three ways. (God was a good sex)
When my work was finished, I told Sahar to sit down and I would go to the bathroom to get my grandmother's statistics and then you would go to the bathroom.
I went and saw my grandmother on the balcony, then I went to the bathroom. I washed my hair and came out to send Sahar, for example, to the bathroom.
When I saw this scene, I no longer thought it would work. I immediately went behind the canvas and waited for dawn.
After you fell asleep, I went out and returned at night to hit my grandmother's face. One night until morning, I tried not to hit her in front of my father. But you also stop doing these things. I said mom's eyes.
But on the day that my father Ina returned from the city, the first thing he said to my father was: This is another young man. The young people are also lustful.
My dad's grief has tripled since that day.
In short, it has served us with the latest methods of the day.
continues………
Chirping chickens
Short but worth it
A series of one of my dad's friends had died.
The ceremony was in a Hosseiniyah.
I was at the table and my father was sitting ten meters away from the table.
We were in the middle of dinner when my friend called me on my cell phone and started talking to us.
I was talking warmly when Yahoo told my friend that I could not talk much now because it was time for dinner and everyone was slaughtering the chicken.
Sir, this is what I said, all around me, everyone is nailing me.
It was not possible for Saddam to reach him from the distance my father had from me.
One of my armpits hit me with my elbow and said that Ali Babat has a card.
Kundeh had arranged like a pillow in such a way that the onion reached my face when I turned my head.
In the closing ceremony, my friend had not neglected us.
Dash Ali Poll -
Controversy in the pool
I went to the pool with this's sister's dad. Well, you know, in the pool, the buttocks look good. It was smaller. The pool was completely secluded.
I threw it a little and went to the brain. I talked to the boy and became friends with him.
Then I took him to the water and said, "Let me teach you how to swim."
Sir, on this pretext, I rubbed the white and hairless buttocks of this boy, and my back was straightened.
My dad used to swim in the first half hour and the sauna would go to the jacuzzi and the rest of the sun would go to the massage chair and he would not return to the pool. From there he would put on his clothes. He would lift himself up so that the egg would fall out.
When I hit the boy's face, my father had introduced him and he was on a massage chair.
I went for a quarter of an hour with the boy and the only thing I did not do with him was teach him to swim.
My head was so hot that I saw someone like a shadow pass in front of us quickly and jumped two meters up and took his feet and his hand fell into the water right in front of me.
All the water went into my mouth and nose. The boy, who was lying on his back on the water with my hand under his, let go and went under the water.
I put a hand on my face and forcibly opened my eyes to see my father.
I do not know where he smelled, but he knew what I was doing.
I quickly reached the edge of the pool and went to the sauna.
My sauna lasted for twenty minutes and my father thought I was gone. I opened the sauna and came out and saw that my father was teaching the boy to swim.
I went and ambushed him in a corner and watched his movements.
The boy, who was tired, came out and went to the sauna. He came out of the water with a smile and went behind the boy in the sauna.
At that moment, I said to myself, now is the time to go and serve him.
I went to the theater and opened it. In your opinion, what scene did I see well and what did I hear?
I saw a boy sitting on his back massaging him and singing "O Iran" to him. He was shocked to see me and quickly smiled and said, "Come on donkey." Let me massage you too.
God, judge for yourself.
Everyone has a father, we also have a father, he has not done anything wrong, but we have three turns.
Did you give water to the cow?
In short, sir, I did not say much about my dad's game
Kundeh had gone to the front in 65 and had overtaken two Iranians in a car, one of whom had died. He had been detained for two or three months in Gilan-e-Gharb prison.
He had given me several other whistles, which I will explain to you later.
One day my father and mother went with the public and the public wife to propose to the public son. I also went with them. I am very joking with the public son (Jacob), even though he is seven years older than me.
Sir, we went to propose and my father had already strongly instructed me not to disgrace him for a while.
After a few minutes, the girl brought tea. I, who was sitting in the middle of my father and Yaqub, saw the girl and leaned towards Ya'qub and told her in my ear that the other boy did not need to spend money on your shirt.
I saw this sentence when I said Yahoo, I feel cool in the area of Kir and Khayeh.
I jumped out of the cup so that I wouldn't get wet anymore, for example, when my father, without interrupting him, put his hand on the back of my shirt collar with the same smile and pulled me to the sofa. My pants were white, it was as if I was pissed.
By the end of the assembly, my hand was in front of Kir Khaim and I could not hit Jake.
I said under my breath, "Give me a kiss, it's not imaginary."
I could not do anything in that heavy space.
While saying goodbye, the girl's brother shook my hand and I said in a vague voice that he did not understand what I meant:
"Thank you very much. How are you? Did you give water to the cow?" ”
My dad understood what I was saying and just gave me a left look.
We got in the car and I was sitting in the front.
Farnaz secret:
Some time ago, a week before my grandmother died (my mother's mother), my mother had gone to the city to take care of her sick mother.
My father was in the shop. As usual, I was up behind the canvas. I was looking at people's houses with a binoculars. .
They came home and half an hour later, when the sound of their laughter stopped, while my camera was in my hand, I slowly came down the stairs. Close. A can of vodka has not been opened yet.
I brought a chair, put it under my feet, went upstairs and saw the glass above the room. Sir, your eyes do not see the bad day.
I also took the camera in front of my eyes every few seconds to see the closed image. I was nailed in the closed image of the girl's breasts, one of which I felt her breasts no longer move. I saw my father wearing a plain shirt.
He kicked under my chair and I fell to one side of the chair and to the other side of the camera.
I got up and ran towards my dad while he threw the chair and fell in front of me as I was getting closer. I stepped on him and went headlong into the door frame. Then he reached the front while I could not escape.
He closed his eyes and left me behind. I was so distracted that I did not reach him. When I arrived, he was in the bedroom and at that moment he had a girl coming out of the room naked.
My father, who was running after me at a distance of one meter, could not control himself and sprayed himself on me with his head in our bowl of cucumber and cucumber.
The girl laughed unknowingly at this scene when Yahoo yelled at my dad. The camera hit the girl on the knee and lowered it and hit the wall and broke.
I took the opportunity and got up quickly to go out into the alley. .
In short, I ran away in the alley and this is because he was wearing a shirt and he could not follow me anymore.
A day or two later, I went to the shop. The girl did not understand at all what happened.
What do you think he answered me?
"Don't tell anyone, baby. Find this Santouri CD in the evening, I want to watch it at night. Then, when he got up, he jumped to the edge of the table. The table shook and he was about to fall.
Now I am waiting for a program to be repeated and I will take a photo of it so that it can be ironed and left hanging.
Controversy in the shop
A few years before I left school, I went straight to my dad's shop. We were sitting in the shop when Mr. Nasser, whose blood was on top of Baba's shop and weighed about 100 kilos, came to the shop.
They were closing in on each other and I was listening. The conversation got to the point where Yaro started telling his son that my son is a polite child. He has not bothered me yet. He has become the first person in the area. And Ole's student and a poet from this person.
Then it was my dad's turn.
See what a cool example he gave to Yaro in describing his son. Nasser Jan said that he was happy with your son.
But what happened to me? If it rains from the sky, one of them will not fall on our head, but if two stones fall from the sky, one of them will go to our mouth and the other will go to our mouth.
God has given us two children, the size of a burning army. Then he began to tell me about my sweet work and describe what I went through.
I said in my heart, you idiot, tell the truth. Then Yaro called me and started advising me not to bother this unfortunate father of yours so much. Why are you bothering him so much?
I said, "My father is right, he's unlucky to have a boy like me, but I'm more unlucky than him. But let's go." He insisted. We do not die, but if two things come to my mind, the couple will go to us.
Saying this, Yaro lowered his head and turned red and white. My father looked at me and I realized that something would happen in the shop in a few minutes.
In short, I fell in love with the sea and began to describe the disasters that my father had brought upon me.
It had been half an hour since I had gone to the pulpit and there was talk that my father would not let me go on the Internet.
I was talking when you reached sensitive places. My father saw that little by little his secrets were being revealed to his friend. He joked in the middle of my words and said another boy. What can I do for you? I have to bear it, now get up, go and get an Indian movie, tonight is Friday night.
Nasser said, "Let the child talk to him." I quickly took the opportunity and praised his playful body a few more times. Unfortunately, Nasser's phone rang and then he got up and said, "Let me go up for a minute (that is, his blood) and I will come back now."
Yaro Pashoo left the shop and I got up to get ready to run away with my dad's first reaction.
My dad got up first and went behind one of the wheelchairs of the shop and stood one meter away from it. I felt that this was a plan but I could not guess. The door of the shop had fallen right in the middle of me. Do not eat.
I was holding my school bag in my hand and I was completely ready to run away. When I heard the sound of the spray, I thought he was going to get up towards me. I was one meter away from reaching the exit, when my father kicked the chair around the shop.
He had arranged so that when I got to the door, the chair would be there.
There was such a collision between me and a chair that I thought I had an accident with 18 wheels. In your face.
Seeing this scene, he unknowingly reacted and quickly pulled himself back and I fell into the street. He jumped into my school bag and fell to the ground and slammed into me. I fell into Job and Mr. Nasser also fell into the river and I completely sank in the mud
All the ups and downs I described happened in four or five seconds.
In short, Nasser had become the color of cucumber until he remembered himself and lifted his XNUMX kg body.
With a thousand misfortunes, I pulled myself out of you. Nasser went to my father to see what had happened. My father replied, "No, father." Again, he saw a young herd (girls' school service) passing in front of the shop.
The gentleman was in a hurry when someone licked the chair and it happened.
I am waiting for you friends
Sheep battle:
I remember on the same day that my mother was in the city, my father had bought a sheep, and if my grandmother got well and came to Tehran with my mother, she was going to sacrifice it.
My dad was in the shop and I had a hawk and I was pointing up at the back of the canvas with the arrow of a fly and the girls who were passing by in the alley.
Ali said, "I learned something from my father. Let's run this sheep." I said, "Look what he said."
First he went and hit the sheep on the head with the palm of his hand, and then he went a few steps back and in front of the sheep, Vysadkuf took his hand towards the sheep and hit the ground once or twice. And he hit the palm of his hand with his head. Every time Shahin took the palm of his hand, the sheep attacked and hit him with his head in this hand.
I also went and tried it a few times and saw that it was very good. A thought came to my mind. I went to the wall and did the same thing. He got confused in the wall and his head and stumbled and fell.
Sir, this made us very happy, and Shahin did it several times. Does not.
I went to the bathroom, opened the yard, and stood in front of the door, grabbed my hand, and struck the ground once or twice, and the sheep attacked.
He came to hit me on the head with my hand and I pulled my hand aside and at that moment I closed my hand in the bathroom with that one.
The sheep got up and ran like crazy to the house and ran around in a circular path. Shahin was also running behind the sheep to catch it.
At our noise, I saw my dad pale and naked out of the room.
The sheep, which had completed its second round, arrived at the same moment in front of the room with its sleeping head on the head of my father and father. Then the sheep accelerated and ran ahead of the falcon that was running behind it.
When my father fell, the secretary jumped out with his naked body and buttocks and tried to lift my father. At that moment, the sheep had hit the third round and had reached the hawk. He came to sleep with his head in Shahin's butt, which Shahin left empty-handed and nodded to the girl who had been split in two to lift my father.
In short, the milk was in the milk, do not say and do not ask. Seeing these scenes, I went into the pit and stood in the path of the sheep. .
My father, who had complained a lot, shouted and said, "If I let this sheep go, I will not be from Aqam."
Continues but if friends wish!
Actually, I sent this story and the story of "Behnaz's airing" at the same time, and you know what my previous post was ?! "My new relationship with my wife"
Sacrifice all.
Bye.
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