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.
Mina: U tell a man something, it goes in one ear & comes out of the
other.
Santa: U tell a woman something, it goes in both ears & comes out of
the mouth.
1 waqt tha ap k message aise ate the jaise kisi ne ap k sar pe pistol rakha howa hai
aur wo ap se message karwa raha hai magr ab lagta hai k us ne goli mar di.
