MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!
Admi:Mujhe sardar bana do
Doc: uske liye tumhara 50% dimagh nikalna parega
Admi: OK
Doctor ne ghalti se 90% nikal dia.
Admi hosh mein aa k bola: Khocha ye tumne kia kar dia.
A man to Santa:
Your friend is kissing your wife in your home.
Santa rushes home and came back within
half an hour and slapped the man
and said:
“He’s not my friend.”
