I think that the people are too harsh to the Grease Balls. Maybe I am saying this because I have good experience with The Grease Balls. I was often there, ie India, the masters give names to the dogs when they aquire them, so did the Brits. We must call it Bharat.
Anyway back to the topic
I have a good experience from my travels to India, sorry Bharat. I usually wear a white linen suit and my Cartier watch. Anywhere I go people love me . I give them a pretty penny and they clean , usually Loeb brown shoes. I always have a bunch of them around me, some bring cooled mango milkshake, some iron the shirts , well I have to admit some provide even pussy. Hell, even some like to touch my hair and call me an Ariyan. I like how they make me feel, I am so comfy that sometimes I think that I am Pichy Callahan. Once Minjita had a shit next to the Caffè I was sitting in , and the owner without me asking burned a piece of oud to lessen the stink.
Everyone should have such experience, even if you come to the hotel room and have imprecise shit due to the extra glass of whisky, by the morning Minjita will clean that spotless.
Not all is perfect, sometimes they ask me Sahib Mehmed why are you a Muslim, you could be a Swedish, you look like them. It is hard to explain to those nice and simple people that in order to be a proper Swede, you need to be a swinger and nudist. I know that they like the Kykes only on the net because while there I saw a few Israelis. Cheap suits , a bit distant with toothpicks, not so light , usually Panjeets are disappointed with that.
So please try to have a deeper insight in regards of The Grease Balls, pay them a penny and they will **** even their own sisters
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