Once upon a time, there was a girl who had a problem controlling her farts. She was nicknamed "Khanoom Goozoo" (the farty lady). Her mother was really scared that with this condition, no one would ever want to marry her daughter; but Khanoom goozoo's mother was a smart lady and was not ready to accept defeat and live with the shame of having a "torshideh" (pickled!!)daughter. She came up with an idea to solve her daughter's problem. She made this thing called a "tooppi" and gave it to khanoom goozoo to put in her ass. Somehow, this thing took care of the sound..(don't ask about the smell, none of knows what happened to that). With the help of the "tooppy", Khanoom goozoo managed to survive the "khastegari", and finally got married to a man who worked at the railroad station. At nights, when they went to bed, Khanoom goozoo inserted the tooppiin her bottom and took care of the problem. One night, when it was dark, khanoom goozoo reached to get her tooppi, but accidentally took her busband's whistle and inserted it in her ass!! in the middle of the night, as she farted as usual, certain of the amazing powers of the toopi, the whistle started going off. Her husband thought he was hearing the train and ran to the station to find it empty and quiet..He returned home and fell asleep, only to wake up to another sound of whistle blowing!! This was repeated a number of times until khanoom goozoo suddenly realized what had happened..she quickly removed the whistle and put it back where it really belonged, on her husband's bedside table! The husband came back and said: I don't know what's happening, I keep hearing this noise, but there is nothing in the station..Oh, and what is this?? (pointing at the tooppi). Kahnoom goozoo quickly said, oh I don't know how this got there. It's nothing, just trash...and took it away. She calmed her husband, inserted the tooppi where it belonged, and they both slept well. After that day, she was extra careful not to make any mistakes and they lived happily ever after.
Now, you tell me, wouldn't you just love to have had Maman Gorgani as a grandma?
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I want my own Maman Gorgani!
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