So…. it’s sunday evening. Arno and me are driving back home after car-o-bar. The two of us are slighly buzzed. There’s a calf on the road ahead:
Arno: Saamne kutta hain ki gaay hain?
Me: Gaay… ka bachcha
(after a couple of seconds)
Kutta ka baap
(Both laugh crazy inebriated man giggle)