''FATHER: How Are Your Grades, Son?

''FATHER: How Are Your Grades, Son?
''FATHER: How Are Your Grades, Son?
SON: Under Water, Dad.
FATHER: Under Water? What Do You Mean?
SON: They"Re Below C Level
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May, 24 2010     148 chars (1 sms)     3040 views       Funny

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Modern Dictionary:

*Muhbt:Jske Dam Se Restaurants Abad Hain.

*Talib-E-Ilm:Mustqbl Ka Be Rozgar Tabqa.

*Parda:Jse Khawaten Khirki Pe Dalti Hain.

*Kitab:Wqt Zaya Krne Ka Zaria.

*Dil:Bgher Operation K B Ksi Ko Dye Jaskte Hain.

*College: Tafre Gah,

*University: Lover Se Milne Ki Jagah... =P ;->
Hamesha Yad Rakho..

Hum
Is
Dunia
Me
Dosro
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Khidmat
Karne
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Wah!
To Phir Dosre Kia Aam Lene Aye Hain?(",)
Dr. Buzrg Mareez Se...

Main Tme Aesi Dawa Dun Ga K Tm Jawan Ho Jao Ge

Buzrg Mareez : O Mere Khudaa Toh Main Apni Pension Kese Loon Ga
Your love makes my days Happy and bright, Into my world you
Brought pure delight Joy beyond reason You"ve given me,
Our love is true This I can see.Happy Anniversary
''"Khudi ko kar buland itna k K2 ki choti pe ja puhnche
K Iqbal tujh se puchhe, ulu k pathay utray ga kesay?"
Ladka Bola: Kash ein hasinao ke baap mar jate, Bahana gam ka hota, hum inke ghar to jaate. Ladki Boli: Bewkoof, Yeh bolana bhi paap hoga, Kisi din tu bhi kisi hasina ka baap hoga.
Pappu mulk ko or k.e.s.c ko gusse mai yeh shair arz krta hai..

''''Karachi k Halat Dekh K Rota Hun,
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Rat mai Chaddi pehen k Sota hun.. ;->
Bhakt: Hey bagwan mujhe dard de, mere piche bhut laga de, tension de, mujhe barbaad kar de, dukh de.
Bhagwan: Abey ek line mein bol tuhje BIWI chahiye.
Daddy
Can I''ve Another Glass
Of Water, Plz?
Ask Jhony

But Tht''s 10th One I''ve
Given U 2nite.
Daddy Says

Jhony: Yes Bt d
Baby''s Bedroom Is Stiil
On Fire. ;->
''Mu se log milty hain
merey ikhlaq ki waja se

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Hor meri koi "PHAKKI"
nai mashoor.''
When I was younger I hated going to weddings ... it seemed that all of my
aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in the
ribs and cackling, telling me, ''You''re next.''

They stopped that stuff after I started doing the same thing to them at
funerals..... :d
efore the clock strikes twelve let me take the opportunity to let you know that you have grown a year more...
Happy birthday…