{"id":4736,"date":"2008-06-08T23:45:00","date_gmt":"2008-06-08T18:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.indiauncut.com\/?p=2788"},"modified":"2008-06-08T23:45:00","modified_gmt":"2008-06-08T18:15:00","slug":"savita-bhabhi-and-the-moral-police","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/indiauncut.com\/savita-bhabhi-and-the-moral-police\/","title":{"rendered":"Savita Bhabhi and the Moral Police"},"content":{"rendered":"
I’d like to humbly suggest a brief storyline to the fine creators of Savita Bhabhi<\/a>:<\/p>\n It is a hot summer day. Savita Bhabhi is relaxing at home in a skimpy choli and petticoat, and no underwear. The doorbell rings. She opens the door and finds three stern-looking policemen.<\/p>\n “Yes, gentlemen,” she says. “How can I help you?”<\/p>\n “Er, we are from the moral police,” the chief inspector says. “We have come to warn you about your behaviour.”<\/p>\n “What behaviour?” says Savita Bhabhi.<\/p>\n “Your lewd and lascivious conduct,” says one policeman.<\/p>\n “You are corrupting the youth of our country,” says another.<\/p>\n “Sex is not in our culture,” says their chief. “We grow babies on lotus flowers.”<\/p>\n “Oh really,” says Savita Bhabhi. “Then I promise to behave. But why don’t you gentlemen come in and have some nimbu sharbat<\/i>? It is a hot day, and all of you are sweating.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Well, you know what happens next—it ends in, ahem, free expression. And here<\/a>, via email from MadMan<\/a>, is what inspired me to think of this storyline. <\/p>\n Also, Sanjeev<\/a> points me to the line of the day, from the Savita Bhabhi website<\/a>:<\/p>\n All the positions in the Savita Bhabhi team are voluntary and honarary.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Heh.<\/p>\n Earlier…<\/a><\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’d like to humbly suggest a brief storyline to the fine creators of Savita Bhabhi<\/a>:<\/p>\n It is a hot summer day. Savita Bhabhi is relaxing at home in a skimpy choli and petticoat, and no underwear. The doorbell rings. She opens the door and finds three stern-looking policemen.<\/p>\n “Yes, gentlemen,” she says. “How can I help you?”<\/p>\n “Er, we are from the moral police,” the chief inspector says. “We have come to warn you about your behaviour.”<\/p>\n “What behaviour?” says Savita Bhabhi.<\/p>\n “Your lewd and lascivious conduct,” says one policeman.<\/p>\n “You are corrupting the youth of our country,” says another.<\/p>\n “Sex is not in our culture,” says their chief. “We grow babies on lotus flowers.”<\/p>\n “Oh really,” says Savita Bhabhi. “Then I promise to behave. But why don’t you gentlemen come in and have some nimbu sharbat<\/i>? It is a hot day, and all of you are sweating.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Well, you know what happens next—it ends in, ahem, free expression. And here<\/a>, via email from MadMan<\/a>, is what inspired me to think of this storyline. <\/p>\n Also, Sanjeev<\/a> points me to the line of the day, from the Savita Bhabhi website<\/a>:<\/p>\n All the positions in the Savita Bhabhi team are voluntary and honarary.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n Heh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,33,9,3,15],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n
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