Prince charles & sardarji were having dinner.
Prince said, "pass the wine you divine"
Sardar thinks "how poetic"
Sardar says, "pass the custard you bastard
"The Rate Of Change
Of Intensity Of Love Of
A Girl Towards Boy
Is Directly Propotional
To The Instantaneous
Bank Balance Of The
Boy
And
Direction Of This
Love Is Same To As
Increment Or
Decrement Of The
Bank Balance..." ;->
An MBA Student to a Sweeper:
"Mere Pas Degree Hai,Knowledge Hai, 4 Logon Mein Izzat Hai.
Tere Pas Kya Hai?"
.
.
.
Sweeper Proudly replied:
"Mere Pas Job Hai"
