Boy: Bus Male Hoti hai ya female?
Girl:female ,har koi ispe charthe hai.
Boy: to Phir woh pregrant kyon nahi hoti?
Girl:kyon k sab peachay se charhte hai.
I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Jab Sanam Teri Yaden Ati Hain
Kya Kahn Hamen POTIYAN Lag Jati Hain
Hamari Yado K Lamhe To Tmhain Satate Honge
POTIYAN Na Sahi PADD To Tumhe B Atey Honge ;->
Sardarji zebra crossing ke black & white patte par bar bar idhar-udhar chalte the, woh kya rahe honge....think............. "SALA YE PIANO BAJTA KYO NAHI"