We hate apnay more than we hate anyone else. But I love ‘em.

There is Asian style and then there is apnay style.

The question ‘How many apnay were there?’ is usually followed by an intense discussion about how ‘apnay’, came, saw and wrecked the joint.

Sorry but we apnay are a dirty filthy bunch and we will litter the hell of out of place.

Worst apnay are the wedding apnay who are in a league of their own. You go to a really posh wedding and apnay will wreck it big time.

Shopping apnay will be first in the queue and have no respect for any other customers in the store.

Apnay drivers are the rudest mothers on the planet. They park anywhere and then look at you as if it was your fault all along.

Apnay gangster will be praying alongside you one minute and smashing your motor up the next.

Apnay businessman will be like…’Hey brother we are all apnay’…and then give you the worst service possible. In fact by the end he thinks he did you a favour even though you paid him.

Restaurant apnay want to make the owner’s life hell. If their kids haven’t broken three plates the women are making a scene because the salad wasn’t cut right.

Apnay Facebook user will be liking almost any post and then leave apnay style comments underneath that have no relevance to what was posted in the first place.

Apnay visitors will come to your house and just behave as if they own the place. Before they go apnay will have flooded the bathroom, left a mark on your carpet and stunk the place out.

Some apnay religious folk are pure class. On the one hand they will spout about the forbidden stuff but will then pretend to be single parents to claim more from the government. Apnay know every trick in the book!

Apnay also moan about ray-sha-lists and themselves are proper ray-sha-lists. Apnay don’t like drinking from a ‘gora cup’ and moaning about how ‘goray manager from work done me over’ but then call the next person who walks through the door ‘kala’.

The biggest and best trait about apnays is how they will be really good to your face and then stab you in the neck as soon as your back is turned.

Apnay…you gotta love ‘em.