whn a girl falls dow

whn a girl falls dow



Whn A Girl Falls Down
She Is Helpe By So
Many People
But
Whn A Boy Falls Down
Everybody Laughs


Whn A Girl Licks
Her Lips
She Is Thirsty
Whn Boy Licks
His Lips
He Is Tharki

Whn A Girl Smiles
She Is Considerd Cute
Whn A Boy Smiles
He Is Flirt ...


Still People Say
This Is Men''s World ... ;->
  

May, 06 2010     330 chars (3 sms)     3281 views       Funny

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A Man Can Be Happy Wid Any Woman . . .


As Long As





He Does Not Love Her . . . ;->
Teacher: Tm Class Me Ghada Kyn Le Aaye?

Studnt: Sir, Ap Ne Hi To Bola Tha

K Ap Ghade Ko B Insan Bana Dete Ho

So Mai Isi Lye Is K Le Aaya Hun. :-D
GOLDEN WORDS.....!







Chor yaar tu kanjar admi hai koun sa Amal karega
Once There Was A Crow,
Nashe wich betha se oh,
Usne peg laye c do,
Oh tally gaya c ho,
Ik chidi rahi c ro,
Crow ne ched diti c oh,
Chidi de piyo ne fir kutteya crow,
Crow sharminda gaya c ho,
Hu chidi nu behan kehnda hai oh...

Moral:- Peg La Ke Kisi De Dhi Behan Nu Naa Chedo...!
SANTA : Yaar Banta Meri 1 Problem He !
Oye Yaar Meri Beti Jawan Ho Gau He!


BANTA : Yar Usme Kya He Teri Beti Ko Border Par Bhej De!
Funniest Fact ...

When You Re-arrange
Word

"ELECTION RESULTS"



It Would Become


"LIES - LET''S RECOUNT"
Khamosh Palko''n Se Jb Aansu Bikhr Jate Hyn

Aap Kya Jano Aap Ktne Yaad Aate Hyn

Abhi Bhi Usi Mor Pe Kharey Hyn

Jahan Aap Ne Kaha Tehro

Hum Samosey Le Kr Aate Hyn .. ;->
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It means
ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE.
Tomorrow I will teach u 144.
BIWI k kharche se tang aakar PATI bola.."1 kg. LipStick ek m0nth me kha jati ho.."

BIWI boli.."jhoot q boltay ho,500 garms to tum hi chaat jaty ho. Haha
''1 sardar resturent m soop pi rha tha.

boy:
sardar ji soop vich makhi ae..

sardar:
dil wada ker yar..
makhi nay ki pena ay..''


Teacher: Dunia Me Kitne Bar-E-Azam Han?
Studnt: Gi 3
1. Quaid-E-Azam
2. Sikandar-E-Azam
Aur
3. Mere Uncle Haji Azam.
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.