Pakistan In 2010 ...

Pakistan In 2010 ...

Pakistan In 2010 ...

Ek Shaks Chilaya

Aa Gai

Aa Gai

Light Aa Gai ...


Dusra Shaks Kandhe
Pe Haath Rakhty Huey
''''Aisa Kch B Nhi , Ye Bas
Tumhara Wehem Hy Bhai'''' ;->
  

May, 15 2010     192 chars (2 sms)     1986 views       Funny

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Agar Koi Aap Ko
Dukh De, Takleef De
Aap Ko Roney Pe Majbur Kerde
Tou Aap B Us Ko Rula Sakte Ho







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Us Ki Aankh Main Ungli Maar K ... ;->
Height of shame :


A girl with her face covered on a bus stop

A man on a bike stops and says: chalti hai kya ??

Girl replies
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Papa mein hoon.

Real Story

At A Privat Party Meera Was Invited!
Suddenly Meera said Sumthing Dat There Was Pin Drop Silence!

Meera: Waiter Meri Coke Mei SNOW Daal Dien Plz.
"WAFA" Se PYAR Mat Karna,


Kion Nahi Karain.?

Kion K,

Bin MAUT Maare Jaogay!?

Kion.?










ARAY BHAi!

''WAFA''

OSAMA BiN LADEN Ki BETi Ka NAAM Hai..
Air Hostes 2 Lalu:- Sir, are you vegetarian or non-vegetarian?

Lalu:- I am INDIAN!

Air Hostes:- No sir! Are you shakahari or masahari?

Lalu:- Na re sasuri,, I am BIHARI!!.. ;->
Phool Gir JATe hAin
JAb AAP AATe ho
Phool Gir JATe hAin
JAb AAP JATe ho

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AnDhe ho..!

zArA DheyAn se chAlA kAro GAMlon se Q TAkrATe ho.. :->
A 60 years old bachelor advertises his Zaoorat-e-rishta
after 1 month he got a letter "mian sahib" is umar mein RISHTA nahi FARISHTA aata hay.
1st Boy: Yaar Larki ko
I Love u kehny ki sub se achi jaga kon si hy?

2nd Boy: Mazaar

1st Boy: kyun ?

2nd Boy: kyun k wahan Larkion ne chappal nhi pehni hoti.
Qalam do chaar jaib mein rakh leta hoon main. Mere ehbab mein iss se meri toqeer barhti hai. Parhne likhne ki to fursat nahin milti. Naala daal leta hoon jab bhi zarorat parti hai .
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Fuzool Sms Bhi Badey Gaur Se Parhte Hyn ... ;->


A Sensible Proposal:
From Boy to Girl-
I Am Not Forcing You
to Love Me

but,
Dont Let Love be The
Reason For Heating Me.!
There is no velvet so
soft as a mother''s lap
no rose as lovely as her smile,
no path so flowery as that
imprinted with her footsteps.