Man , Mistri G ,

Man , Mistri G ,
Man , Mistri G , Bed Mazboot banana , Mere bete ko Bahu k sath Sona hai

Mistri : aisa mazboot banaun ga k Sara Muhalla bahu k sath Soye Bhi tu Nahi totay Ga!
  

May, 22 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     3407 views       Funny

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Officer Santa: Madam swimming is restricted in this lake.
Lady: why didn't you tell me when I was removing my CLOTHES?
Officer Santa: Removing clothes is not restricted.
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---Is sms k charges main ny Pay ker deain hain-Apni marzi ka sms likho or jisey chaho send kero.
After all
hum apki kajosi ki Qadar krty hain''
Teacher;
Translate into English
"Yad-e-Mazi Azab hy Ya RAB, Cheen le Mjhse Hafiza Mera"

Papu:My Mind is Full of Data Base,
O God!Plz Make Me a Mental Case" ;->
Shoaib Akhtar Says :
Main India Ja Kr Pakistan Ka Naam Roshan Karunga.

Q K,,





Pakistan Main Light Jo Nahi Hoti |''!''|
A Student Goes Into A

Library &

Askz 4 A Book On Suicide!

Librarian : Get Lost Dude,

U Won''t Bring It Back!
Sardar
Tumko sharm ni ati tmhara baap tailor hy or tmhari shirt phati hy,

Pathan
Sharm to tumko ni ati tumKa bap dentist hy or tmKa bhai bina dant k paida hua


Ek sardar apni unparh maa se
"Maa mein sunday ko pakistan aa raha hon"
Maa:
wa potar looki jahaz te aande ne
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tu sunday te awain ga.
Gaalib ne apni mashooka ko date par bulaya, Wo late aayi to ye sher sunaya ''Falak pe sitaron ko neend aa rahi hai, Dusri ka time ho gaya aur tu ab aa rahi hai''


Laila ne majno ko ek darakht k peechy dekha
or kaha tum majno ho? Wo
bola haan
Phir usko deevar k peechey dekha or kaha tum majno ho?
Wo bola haan
Phir usko ek darwaze k peecha dekha or kaha tum majno ho? Wo
bola abey haan ab mootne de gi ya nahi? =P ;)
Mat doondna mujhe

duniya kitanhaai me

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kyon ki

thand bahut hai

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Hum honge

sirf aur sirf

apni RAZaaI mein.
1 Aurat Aadhi Raat Ko Qabar Pr Baithi Thi

Musafir Ne Pocha: Darr Nhi Lgta?

Aurat: Lo Is Me Da
e Ki Kya Baat Hy

Andar Garmi Thi Is Liye Bahir Bethi Hon =P =D
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.