This is my country of Kazakhstan. It locate between Tajikistan, and Kyrgyzstan, and assholes Uzbekistan.
Yagshemash! Democracy is very different in US and A from Kazakhstan. In America, woman CAN vote, but horse — CANNOT!
I had no car, no money, and no Azamat. The only thing keeping me going was my dream of one day holding Pamela in my arms and then making romantic explosion on her stomach.
It is three in the morning, and I am in the nest of Jews. They have cleverly shifted their shapes; one of them has taken the form of a little old woman. You can barely see her horns! She has tried to poison me already. These rats are very clever.
I arrived in America's airport with clothings, US dollars, and a jar of gypsy tears to protect me from AIDS.
Uhm, at the start, she was a cook good, her vazhïn work well, and she strong on plow. But after three years, when she was 15, then she become weak. Her voice become a deep. «Borat, Borat!» She a receive hair on her chest and her vazhïn hang like sleeve of wizard.
I, uh, like a very much Korki Buchek. You know Korki Buchek? Bing-bang-bing-bang-bing-dl-dl-ding-ding *click* *click* *click-click* bing-bang-bing-bang-bing-dl-dl-ding-ding *click* *click*
Wawaweewaa! Ooh lala! Oh well, king in the castle, king in the castle, I have a chair! Go do this, go do this, king in the castle.
I sorry to interrupt the politic. Uh, please, is possible make a shit, your house, immediately, very urgent, I have a problem, please?