Gandhigiri Ka

Gandhigiri Ka
Gandhigiri Ka
Funda No.840
"Koi Tumhe Bewakuf
Kahe To Chup
Raho"
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Muh Kholkar Use Sahi Saabit Mat KARO!
  

May, 18 2010     141 chars (1 sms)     3765 views       Funny

more Funny SMS Messages

Achon Se Zyada
Tum Achay Ho,

Sachon Se Zyada
Tum Sachay Ho,

Mene Kaha
Mujhe Tum Se Mohabbat Hai,

Wo Boli "PAPPU"

Sharm Karo
Abhi Tum Bachay Ho... =P ;-> o_O
Sardar’s wife: O sardar ji, yeh car
ki speed itni kion barha di…??

Sardar ji: oyee car ki break fail ho gayai
hain, is say pehlay k koi accident
ho jayai ghar pohunch jatay hain:p
The Statement Below Is True ...

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

"cErTiFieD ...

AbSoLuTe ...

StUpId " ;->
Hum ko
gali my DEKH kar khud ko CHUPA lia..

Jany ye
DUSHMANO ne usy kia sikha dia..

Ghar
us ne kya banaya MASJID k samanay..

CHAHAT ne us ki humko NAMAZI bana dia.../
Faqeer To Memon :

Allah k Naam Pe Kuch De Do Baba

Memon:

Aao Baba , Cycle Pe betho

Round De Deta Hoon ... ;->

A Sardar looking at sky asks another Sardar :
Is that a sun or moon?

Other Sardar replies :
Oye ! No idea…Im new to this city..
i hide my tears when i say your name but the pain in my heart is stil the same.though i smile and seem carefree theres no1 who misses u more than me!!
Papu k abu ka printing press hai.

pehly jub bijli hova kerti thi to papu ko pora din press pay kam

kerna perta tha mager jub say ap ki hokamat ai hai tab say na bijli

hoti hai na mujhy kaam kerna perta hai..

Pora din moj masti main guzerta hai..

Ferq to paraa hai . . !

Jeo Musharaf . . . ;->
Meet In RAJASTAN,

Love In HINDUSTAN Marrage In DEVASTAN,

Take Honymoon In AFGANISTAN,

But Dont Bring Ur Population 2 Our Pakistan
When a man talks dirty
to a woman, it''s sexual
harassment.when a woman talks dirty to a woman talks dirty to a man,
it''s$3.95per minute.

I Feel u Every Day









I Miss U Every Day









I Enjoy U Every Day









I Love U Every Day









Because










“Every Day”
Is The Best Milk For Tea . . . ;->
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.