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[Open RP] The Glorious Returnings of US of A's Biggest Fan-ny
It was a glorious day for Khazakstan. Having not been excuted because his movie had not done badly at the American 'office of boxing', Borat Sagdiyev had quickly decided which fine country to return to next. The proud land of Scott Land. Though Borat still wasn't sure who this Scott was, and why he got a whole country named after him, his last visit had proved that there were many nice woman here - although none could ever match up to Pamela, of course.
Also, the person he'd tried to buy the ticket off had no idea where "Aryan Land" was, so "Scott Land" it had to be. So much for visiting Ireland.
Proudly clad in nothing but his eye-blindingly yellow man-bikini and white sneakers, Borat strode into the hallway, coming face to face with a moving painting. He took this strange phenomena completely in stride. "Ah, hello, I am Borat!" He greeted, grinning enthusiastically, his heavy accent twisting his words. "I come from Khazakstan. I have seen the photo-pictures of women like you. You are very nice! How much?"
The woman in the painting abruptly ran away.
Far from disheartened, Borat moved to the suit of armor a few feet away. "My name is Borat!" He greeted the suit of armor by kissing it on both cheeks of the helmet. "Do you know where I can find womens? Perhaps you are a woman inside, yes? That is what I always tell my brother - he has the retard-ation, and cannot get any vah-jin! Haha!"
Anybody passing by would be treated to the sight of Borat trying to somehow look inside the suit of armor just to see if it was secretly a woman.
"How can I make with the sexy times if you will not remove this full-body metal con-dom?" Borat complained loudly for anybody to hear. Would nobody help him in his quest for sexy times?
Also, the person he'd tried to buy the ticket off had no idea where "Aryan Land" was, so "Scott Land" it had to be. So much for visiting Ireland.
Proudly clad in nothing but his eye-blindingly yellow man-bikini and white sneakers, Borat strode into the hallway, coming face to face with a moving painting. He took this strange phenomena completely in stride. "Ah, hello, I am Borat!" He greeted, grinning enthusiastically, his heavy accent twisting his words. "I come from Khazakstan. I have seen the photo-pictures of women like you. You are very nice! How much?"
The woman in the painting abruptly ran away.
Far from disheartened, Borat moved to the suit of armor a few feet away. "My name is Borat!" He greeted the suit of armor by kissing it on both cheeks of the helmet. "Do you know where I can find womens? Perhaps you are a woman inside, yes? That is what I always tell my brother - he has the retard-ation, and cannot get any vah-jin! Haha!"
Anybody passing by would be treated to the sight of Borat trying to somehow look inside the suit of armor just to see if it was secretly a woman.
"How can I make with the sexy times if you will not remove this full-body metal con-dom?" Borat complained loudly for anybody to hear. Would nobody help him in his quest for sexy times?