Russell Peters on Indian Dad Speaking Jamaican
I felt bad for my dad cause he tried fitting in with my Jamaican friends when I was growing up. You don’t want a man from India trying to speak like a Jamaican at any point during his life. My friends would be in the living room and my dad would walk in “OK come on Marlin, move your bomba clot and go home”. My dad though punani was a tropical fruit. It is if you think about it, y’know. For the older white folks who look confused right now. Punani is the Jamaican word for a woman’s… Know what I’m sayin’? For her boom boom. Dad thought it was a tropical fruit. One time when I was a kid and I was sick I was messin’ around with my dad he came in and he goes “Ohh my god son you’re sick what can I get you?” I go… dad, I love punani. My dad went to the Jamaican store. “Hey lady, where’s your punani? My son is at home sick he needs punani now! Give me two. Is it ripe let me squeeze it. No no no no seeds”.