Yes, Rakhee Aunty looks like she could well have been a man in this lifetime before she underwent a sex-change operation that didn't enable the most subtle transitioning. Yes, her biceps would make Arnold pee his pants; and if those lips pouted any more, goldfish would keel over. The tattoo is prisonlike, and the ghoonghat makes her look more like a eunuch than ever.
Nonetheless, duuuude, hosting a swayamwar for yourself on national television, man, I SO want to be in her shoes! (Not her bra though. I think the shoes should cover it. Pun intended if you get it, sod you if you don't.) Getting back to the point I'm sure you thought I'd abandoned back there, that is EXACTLY the kind of exhibitionism that would satisfy my incredibly yadda-ya soul! Plus, the clothes, and the jewelry, and the, the, the, yay. Man, she totally stole my marriage's thunder.
Plus, I am so pure like Sita. Can I help it if I think Rama was quite a prick with the whole agni pariksha bit? I think it was Sita's problem really for testing the totally wrong things. I'd have looked for bank balance, car, house, mother and father (both dead preferably), and fertility, minus AIDS. And also, I think, sexual orientation, because the Perfect Man being straight? Hah. Dream on.
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