A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
Biscuit walay ka LOVE LETTER...
Dear MARIE!
Today is GOODDAY. I''m in GALA . U''ve made my life SOOPER.
I''m the PRINCE of ur heart.
I want to buy u BAKERY,
so u can give me a TREAT everyday. U''ve Krack''jacked my JAM HEART.
Now i''m in 50-50 position.
Plz i wana hav a PARTY with u.
Tumhara TIGER...!
''kabi to hamari gali aao,,,
thora sa sharmao,,,,,,
aur muskrao,,
apni ankhon se zulfen uthao,,
hamary ghr ki bell bajao,,,
aur,,,
awaz lagao,,,
kachra de doooooooooooo,,,,''
