Who is Ur Favorite

Who is Ur Favorite
Teacher : Who is Ur Favorite Writer?

Sardar : Ur Daughter.

Every Week She Give Me a Nice Love Letter
  

Jun, 09 2010     107 chars (1 sms)     2631 views       Sardar

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Santa Was In Shopping Store.

Salesman: Sir Would U Like To Use A Pocket Calculator?
Santa:- No Thanx. I Know How Many Pockets I Have :
Sardar To Another Sardar:
My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. . .
She's Eighty Now,
And
we don't know where the hell she is.
Boy:Maine Suna hai is Ghar Mein Jin Bhot aur Rohain Rehti Hy

Sardar: pta Nai
Mje to Khud Mare Hue 8 Sal Hogye

Moral: sardaro ko marne k bad B akal nae ati ;->
A Sardar Was Drying Some Fruits In The Sunlight And Then Eating Them

Some1 Asked What R U Doing?

Sardar: I Am Weak. The Doc Has Advised Me To Eat Dry Fruits!
SaNtA BaNtA Se: JuB MaI ApP Ki TaSvEr DeKhTa HoN ToU BhOaT HaIrAn HoTa Hoo

BaNtA:KhUsH Ho Kr K MaI Ye KiS TaRaH TaYaR KaRtA HoO"

SaNtA:NaHe BaLkE ApP ApNa KiMtI WaQt KyOn ZaYa KaRtE
HaI . . . :-P;->
Sardar exam me ak larki sy nakal kr rha tha

Exminer ne sardar ko utha kr door bitha dia

usne jawab k end me likha

Jawab ka baqia hissa shazia k paper me hai.
Santa Xerox Karne K Bad Kya Kar Raha Hai

Kya Kar Raha Hai..


Simple Check Kar Raha Hai Ki Kahi

Koi Speling Mistake To Nahi Hogaya Hai
Sardar Dharakt pe charha to upar bandar ne pocha : Oper kyo aya?

Sardar: Apple Khanay

bandar: Yeh to aam ka darakht hai

Sardar: Pata hai, ais liye Apple sath laya hun
Santa Kone Me Chup Ke
Mobile Pe
Aahista Se Baat Kar Raha Tha

Banta : Ladki Se Baat Kar Rahe Ho?
Santa : Maa Kasam
Ladki Nahi,Mangetar He
Sardar Was Sleeping In His

Bed Room With His Wife











Why Are You Scrolling Down

So Fast.



Let Him Sleep With His Wife
Sardar Apne Ghar Ka
Darwaza Kandhe Pe Utha
Kr Ja Raha Tha ..

Kisi Ne Poocha
Sardar g Kithy Ja Rhy Ho ???

Sardar g Ne Kaha:
Tala Khulwane ... ;->
My Grand Father Lived For 96 Years

He Never Used Glasses


Sardar : Ya

I Know

Few People Drink

Directly From Bottle