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May, 15 2010     171 chars (2 sms)     3479 views       Funny

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Meine kaha pyar mein kuch bhi kar sakta hun Daaaaarling...
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Usne muskra ke kaha:WATAN CARD to dilwa do Qk hamare shahar mein bhi selaab aaya tha.
How Are You Dear

Kia Ho Raha Hy


Jail Main Koi Takleef Tou nahi ?


Farishte Tang Tou Nahi Kerte ?


Maarte Tou Nahi


Bas Kuch Din Guzar Lo




25 Rozey Baqu Hyn

Tum B Tou 11 Mahiney
Udham Machate Ho

Humain Warghalate Ho



Ab Bhugto ... ;->
In A A/C Exam Every 1 Was Writing But Hassan Was Continuously Dancing!
Why?




Bcoz


Someone Told Him Dat There Is Marks 4 Every Steps.
''Yar Paisy kab do gay mery

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Ye msg sb doston ko snd kro
90% pagal pura msg parhe baghair he rply ka''
''Ladka bola :
kash in hasinao ke baap mar jate,
kash in hasinao ke baap mar jate,
bahana gham ka hota, hum inke ghar to aate.
Ladki boli:
Bewkoof, Yeh bolana bhi paap hoga,
Bewkoof, Yeh bolana bhi paap hoga,
kisi din tu bhi kisi hasina ka baap hoga.''


Wife:
Jaanu kash aap SMS hotay,
Main aap ko save karti,

Husband:
Jaan-e-man, kaash tum ring tone hoti,
Main her haftay tumhe change karta ;-)
“HIMMAT FAN”

Aaj Hi Ghar Laeiyn Or Garmi Se Nijaat Payein.

Sasta, Mazboot or Paeydaar.

Na lodshideng ka khtra na bejli k bil ka kharcha

Asal Khajoor K Patton Se Bana..

Haath Ka Pankha

“HIMMAT FAN”

Jitni Himmat Utni Hawa…

“HIMMAT FAN"


Hamara Mutaaliba
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Hamara mutaaliba,




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hamara mutaaliba






Hamara mutaaliba.

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"Her taalib-e-ilm ko aik aik taaliba" ;->
I''d Much Rather Be A Woman Than A Man.

Women Can Cry . . .

They Can Wear Cute Clothes . . .

And

They Are The First To Be Rescued Off Of Sinking Ships . . . ;->
What a married man says after years of marriage:- My marriage is made of Trust & Understanding, she doesn’t Trust me & I dont Understand her.
This poem was nominated 4 best poem of 2005,
written by an African child:

When i born, i black.
When i grow up, i black. When i go in sun, i black.
When i get cold i black. When i scared, i black. When i sick, i black & when i die, i still black.
And u White fellas:
When u born, u pink. When u grow up, u white. When u go in sun, u red. When u cold, u blue. When u scared, u yellow. When u sick, u green. When u die, u grey,
But u call me colored . . . ;->
Hum raat ki tanhai mein,
Aapki aawaz sunte hai,
Chand se aapka jikar karte hai,
Mat aao hamare khawabo mein,
Hum bhoot-preeto se bahut darte hai..