isko Raat Me Prhna

isko Raat Me Prhna
isko
Raat
Me
Prhna

Oh
Ho
Abhi
Nhi

Ary
Phr
Parh
Rhe
Ho

Ye
Cheating
He

Chalo
Agar
itni
Hi
Jaldi
He
To
Parh
Lo

I''m
da BEST... ;->
  

May, 20 2010     167 chars (2 sms)     2986 views       Funny

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Aao Ehad Kare''n k
3 Cheezei''n Haath Se
Kbhi Nhi Jane De''n Ge

Sharafat



Sadaqat


Aur















Un Ki Girlfriends ... ;->
Good friendship doesn''t mean you have to see and talk to each other everyday, its all about being there in times of one''s need. I''m here just a text away.
Height of walking..

My granma when she was 65 used to go
for long wlaks,

now she is 85 and 10 years back she
went for walk and has not returened yet
Child 2 Dentist Doctor..!!!

Kya Dard k Baigar Bhi Daant nikalay Ja Saktay Hain ??

Dr: Nahi

Child: Ager Main Nikal K Dikhao

Dr: nikaloo

Child: He He He He He He
Musharaf To Arbab : Tera Kya Hoga KALIYA?

Arbab: Sarkar Maine Aap Ka Namak Khaya Hay.

MUSHARAF: Ab PPP Walon K JOOTAY Kha.
An interviewer to an engg student:"what is engg"

student:,#@! #@#$#

Interviewer: Mujhe kuch samajh mein nahi aaya

Student:Same is the situation here
Muqadar mein "raat" ki neend nahi to kya howa "JAn|x"

Hum b muqadar ko choona laga kr din ko so jate hain...! ;->
Urgent msg to all..

if anyone want to donate their eyes..

plz contact.


Umpire Steve Buckner “He want to continue tour to Australia“

“Netra daan maha daan“
DARD NAK KAHANI.

aik larka tha, wo aik larki ko chahta tha. magr wo lrki nhi janti thi.

Aik din larke ny himat ki aur usy kaha k tm mujhe achi lagti ho.

Lrki ko shadid ghusa aya aur us ny...
.
.

.
.
Lrke ki nak pe muka mar dia.
Lrke ki nak ma shadid dard hoa
aur

Is tara bni ya
''DARD'' ''NAK'' kahani ;->


New 2010

This authentical poem is written on tatti
by u better knows.

Kyun tatti tatti krti hai,
kyun lende pe tu mrti hai.
Ik bat muje btla de tu,
us Qabaz se kyun nai drti hai,
kea hota hai tatti mein,
tatti ki lga dun dheri,
mein barish kr dun tati ki,
jo tu ho jae meri ... =P ;->
Ak pathan ki shade hue wo apney biwe k pas giya biwe ne kha kya chahtey hu muj se
pathan itraa kr bola bs rozana ak Naswa ka packet
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.