Flatter me

Flatter me
Flatter me ,and I may not believe you.
Criticize me, and I may not like you.
Ignore me, and I may not forgive you.
Encourage me, and I will not forget you.
Love me, and I will be forced to love you.
  

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Jail mei 3 Qaidi ek dosare ko apne apne
jurm k bare mei bta rahe thy?

1st Qaidi: Mujy 2 sal ki saza hoi Q k mei ne chori ki thi.
2nd Qaidi: Mujy 3 saal ki Saza hOI Q K Mainay Bank Lota Tha,

3rd Qaidi:Mujhay 14 Saal kI Qaid Hui Q K
Mainay Sirf Aik Sms Kia Tha... =P ;->


Us Ne Ye Keh Kar Fried Cockroach Khila Dya Ghalib...
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Har Cheez Meezan Main Achi Lagti
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WT R U ALL WONDRINGAT,
I HV KILLED,
ALL THOSEWHO WERE BETWEEN I & U
Mothers hold their

children''s hands

for a short while,

but their hearts forever.
Free Stay
Free Dinner
Free Lunch
Free Security


To Avil Dis Pack Just Call On 15"
And Say"



I''m Responsible 4r
Lahore "BLAST"!!


William Studyfear said...!!!

"This life is too short even to get full sleep...!
I don''t know how people find time to study...!
so ketabain bnd kro
aur so jao..
Baloch:hm tmhary lye sb chor denga

Girl:ami abu?
Bloch:Ao Re

Grl:khana pina?
Blch:Ao Re

Grl:apne dost?
Blch:Ao

Grl:gutka?
Blch:Jao re masi apna kam kro =P
Dear Indians,
Finaly We Have Achieved INDEPENDENCE

Sender:
M K GANDHI
9880444444

Sent:
00:00:00am
15-08-1947











Sorry For The Late Delivery!
Kisi Unknown Number se Miss Call Ya Call Aaye to...

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Receive Kar Lena,

Ho Sakta Hai,

Tumharay Kisi Jannay Waly Ne Apna No Change Kar Liya Ho. :-)
Pathan Ka Interview Tha...
Sawal Aya:

English Me Translate Karo...
"Main Nokari K Liye
Bohat Umeed Se Hon."

Pathan:
I Am Pregnent For The Job..!!:)=P
the office boy enters boss''s office
i think its ur phone sir

boss- how do u know??

well a voice said
is that you, u old fool.


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.