''After the Announcement the final result of class, father asked his son.
Father: Beta Tumhara result Kesa Raha?
Son: Abbu, Teacher ne kaha ke Zyada tar bachay fail hain.
Father: Beta Aapka Result kiya Aaya hai?
Son: Abbu, Woh jo Dr uncle hai na unka beta bhi Fail ho gaya hai.
Fathar: Tumhara Result Kiya aaya hai?
Son: Abbu, Woh jo mera Dost hai na jiske Papa Engineer hain na, woh bhi fai ho gaya hai.
Father: Abay Tu bata, Tera result Kiya aaya hai.
Son: Mai kiya Allama ki Aulaad hon jo pass ho jaonga.''
Boy: Merey pas apney dost jesi car to nahe pr tumhe apni palkon pe bitha k ghumaun ga! Merey pas us jesa bara bangla to nahe pr tumhe apney dil me jaga donga! Mere pas us jitne paise to nahe pr main mehnat mazdoori kr k khilaun ga. Aur tumhe kya chahiye? Girl: chawlaan na mar Dost da numbr de..:p:p
Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance:
Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew,
Leaping into darkness with delight,
Lusting for the ecstasy of fright,
Open to the charm of horrors new….
~Nicholas Gordon
18 yr old boy-- will u marry me ? . . . . ......18 yr old girl-- get lost ! no ! . . . 5 yr old boy-- will u marry me ? . . . . . 18 yr old girl-- OMG ! he's shoo cutee (^_^) yes yes i will !!
