Outta_Breathe1020
20th September 2010, 11:46 AM
this letter was written
by an employee of the bank
NIOC(National Iranian
Oil Company) back in
the 1960's to his
American boss,
Mr. Hamilton
Drea Mr. Hamilton
I, the undersigned,
have worked in the
NIOC in
Masjed-Soleyman for
three years, but since
Mr. Ahmadi transferred
here everything has
changed.
I don't know "what a
wet wood i have sold
him" that from the very
first day he has been
"pulling the belt to my
lift" with all kinds of
"cat dancing" he has
tried ro become the
"eye and the light" of
Mr. Wilson.
He made so much
"mouse running" that
finally Mr.Wilson
"became donkey" , and
appointed Mr. Ahmadi
as his right hand man,
and told me to work
"under his hand"
Mr. Wilson promised
me that next year he
would make me his
right hand man, but
"my eye didn't drink
water", and i knew that
all these were "hat
play", and he was
trying to put a "hat on
my head" i "put the
seal of silence to my
lips" and did not say
anything. since that he
was just "putting
watermelon under my
arms" knowing that
this transfer was only
"good for his anut", I
started begging him to
forget that i ever came
to see him and forget
my visit altogether. I
said "you saw camel,
you did not see
camel"... but he was
not "getting of the
devils donkey".... "what
headache shall i give
you" i am not forced
to work in the mail
house with bunch of
"blind, bald, height and
half hight" people.
"imagine how much my
ass burns."
Now Mr. Hamilton, "I
turn around your head"
you are my only hope
and my "back and
shelter".... "i swear you
to the 14 innocents"
please "do some work
for me".... "in the
resurrection day I'll
grasp your skirt"..... "I
have six head bread
eaters" " I kiss your
hand and legs"
Your servant
[sootzadan][nishkhand][cheshmak]
by an employee of the bank
NIOC(National Iranian
Oil Company) back in
the 1960's to his
American boss,
Mr. Hamilton
Drea Mr. Hamilton
I, the undersigned,
have worked in the
NIOC in
Masjed-Soleyman for
three years, but since
Mr. Ahmadi transferred
here everything has
changed.
I don't know "what a
wet wood i have sold
him" that from the very
first day he has been
"pulling the belt to my
lift" with all kinds of
"cat dancing" he has
tried ro become the
"eye and the light" of
Mr. Wilson.
He made so much
"mouse running" that
finally Mr.Wilson
"became donkey" , and
appointed Mr. Ahmadi
as his right hand man,
and told me to work
"under his hand"
Mr. Wilson promised
me that next year he
would make me his
right hand man, but
"my eye didn't drink
water", and i knew that
all these were "hat
play", and he was
trying to put a "hat on
my head" i "put the
seal of silence to my
lips" and did not say
anything. since that he
was just "putting
watermelon under my
arms" knowing that
this transfer was only
"good for his anut", I
started begging him to
forget that i ever came
to see him and forget
my visit altogether. I
said "you saw camel,
you did not see
camel"... but he was
not "getting of the
devils donkey".... "what
headache shall i give
you" i am not forced
to work in the mail
house with bunch of
"blind, bald, height and
half hight" people.
"imagine how much my
ass burns."
Now Mr. Hamilton, "I
turn around your head"
you are my only hope
and my "back and
shelter".... "i swear you
to the 14 innocents"
please "do some work
for me".... "in the
resurrection day I'll
grasp your skirt"..... "I
have six head bread
eaters" " I kiss your
hand and legs"
Your servant
[sootzadan][nishkhand][cheshmak]