This is my son, Borat, errr Gav. They could wear their Halloween costume to school today. Don’t worry. He hasn’t seen the movie…only ad clips on t.v. And, he’s heard some sound bites from a Borat cd we burned (because no backyard bbq is complete without a little homebrewed Kazakhstan diddy).
I’m waiting for a call from the principal any second now. I’m doubting the Borat shtik will go over well with Gav’s ultra-conservative school. With the lame job I worked on his hair, he might have been better suited as Einstein. Maybe next year.
And, he has been warned to not mention anything about any vagine being like sleeve of wizard nor to collect any tears from gypsies today.
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That is insanely CUTE!!
Ah, thanks, Kelly. After checking how to spell Kazakhstan, I was reminded of more bits from the movie which might piss a plenty off…I hope little Borat makes it through the day unscathed.
can you hear me? i am peeing myself laughing
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