Paris and Nicole trade in their designer dresses for traditional saris when they take over the responsibilities of a traditional Pakistani mom. With the patient help of their “husband” and Americanized fifteen-year-old “son,” the girls manage to dress, speak and dance like conservative Pakistani housewives… the mind, it boggles.

Author: sepoy

what is the vertiginous chapati saying to me?

8 thoughts on “Paristan”

  1. I concur w/ Sin: Oye Kuttiya! would be my translation of Hey Bitch. Churail is an interesting choice, I dig. But not accurate.

    Also, sorry about the math, Sin. Trying to keep them spambots in check. Anyways, as a Barrister, you will be counting money plenty :)

  2. OK, first off my math skills suck, so your verification thing required the opening of Calculator in Windows.

    Secondly, I’d have gone with “Abhay oye, kutti!” (or kutiya, depending on how proper I felt).

    Thirdly, the FUCK? I want my mother to watch this.

Comments are closed.