A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
''This dog, is dog, a dog, good dog, way dog, to dog, keep dog, an dog, idiot dog, busy dog, for dog, 20 dog, seconds dog! ... Now read without the word dog.''
Ek pathan or sardar ki khob pitai hue. Dono birthday party me muft ka khana khaty huay pakray gaye or kehne lagay, . . . . . . “Hum larki walo ki taraf se hain“
