"Are you coming to Bauua's b'day party tonight? It would be so much fun with out you, really ." said Sarang. "Why bother telling me then [arsehole]. Who's Bauua, that fat arse. Fuck who wants to come anyways" replied Rohit. "Hehe he told me that he'd be getting vodka and some Signature along with Antiquity, to go with some fruit juices and all" "Oh you mean Bauua who lives on the 4th lane , nice fella, surely I'd come, I guess you guys are bringing the cake and shit, I've not got my money order so i can't contribute for cake."-Rohit . " Hehe [bastard] I knew. don't worry somebody would surely bring the cake, party begins from 7 PM, be there if you want to spoil it, bye" said Sarang "Bye [fucker]." replied Rohit.
Bauua is a psychopath. He's fat and has a stinky bad breath. The short pant he wears can easily be passed. Most of the time he stares at old woman[landlord's wife] or sarita bhabi [daughter in law of landlord]. One day he'll rape some one.
Anyways, Bauua cuts the cake. All cakes in "quality food corner" suck ass. People here don't know a fuck about how to bake a cake. They [some boys] pray for his fucked up life, it's so gay but they do it anyway because they don't want to piss off Bauua before he brings the booze.
Bauua-"That's a vodka and this one's a Signature, but there's condition"
Rohit-[oh no, I sang a fucking b'day song for this dick and now he says he's got terms and conditions, die motherfucker]
Bauua- "Everybody will drink shots no one will be allowed to keep the glass down before finishing it. Agreed?"
Rohit- "Hehehe, [chutiya sala]"
Chorus[Sarang, Manmeet, Kandi, Tuta, Babu...etc ]- "Yay!!
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