Question: Why did 18 Sardars

Question: Why did 18 Sardars


Question: Why did 18 Sardars
go to a movie?

Answer: Because below 18
was not allowed.
  

May, 26 2010     96 chars (1 sms)     3639 views       Funny

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Nokrani: Begum Sb Blanket Khirki
Se Gir Gya Hai

Malkan: Oh Ye Tm Ne Kiya Kr Diya
Mune Ko Thand Lag Jaye Gi

Nokrani: Fikr Mt Karain
Muna B Blanket Me Hai. :-)
''Ek Admi Roz Subha Darakht Ki Shaakh Pe Charrh K Baith Jata Tha

Poocho Kyon.?






Bechara MBA kr k Paagal Ho Gya Tha, Apne Apko BRANCH MANAGER Samajhta Tha.!''
Naa dekh asmaan ko itni hasrat se
…Dost…

Kisi parinday ne moo pe potti kr di to saari hasrat nikal jaye gi…!

Find ur Japanese Name:
Take each letter of ur name & substitute it with Japanese sound..

A=ka
B=tu
C=mi
D=te
E=ku
F=lu
G=ji
H=ri
I=ki
J=zu
K=me
L=ta
M=rin
N=to
O=mo
P=no
Q=ke
R=shi
S=ari
T=chi
U=do
V=ru
W=mei
X=na
Y=fu
Z=zi

4wd It to Ur Friends 4 fun..:-)
Santa: My dad was an extremely brave man. He once entered a lion''s cage.
Banta: He probably got a lot of applause ven he got out.
Santa: I didn''t say he got out.
Kal 100 logon ko
bewakoof banaya..

kaise?
niche dekho..
.
.
.
aur niche...


Bas,
Aise hi..
Ha...Ha..
Ab 101 HOGAYE !
Wife: Darling ! When Was The Last Time Our Son Wrote To Us ... ?

Husband: Just A Minute Sweetheart ! I''ll See The Cheque-Book ... (-;
un honto ko tum choom kr to dekho FARAZ

maza na aaey to paisay wapis.
what do you do if a irish man through''s a pin at you ... ... you run cause he''s got a grenade in his mouth
My nights are going sleepless,
my days are going useless.
So I asked GOD,
“is this love?”
GOD replied,
“no dear, result is near”
High Level Insult....


Little Johnny Was Sitting On A Bench Eating Sweets One After Another.


Man Nearby:
People Who Eat So Many Sweets Dont Live Long.


Johnny:
My Grandpa Died When He Was 106 Years Old.


Man:
Did He Eat Many Sweets?


Johnny:
No, He Always Minded His Own Business!!;-)
Ab Kiya Dhoondtay Ho Kaghazon Kay Dhair Main FARAZ,


Woh Jis Akhbar Me Tumhari Foto Thi Us Me Koi NAAN Lay Gaya . . .