Dying Parsi

An old Parsi is dying and calls his grandson to his bed.

Dad- “Dikraa, aai ley, for u, my chrome-plated 0.38 revolver.”

Son- “But bawaji,I don’t like guns. How about u leave me tamaaru gold rolex watch instead?”

Dad- “Chutia, shut up and listen. One day u have to run maaru business. Someday you gonna come home and may be find ur fataakri biwi in bed with some other bhonsrino bhadvo. Chutmarino, what will you do then? Point your rolex watch at him and say, ‘Time’s up?!’”

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