After Putting us in fire of love, you are sweetly sleeping.

After Putting us in fire of love, you are sweetly sleeping.
After Putting us in fire of love, you are sweetly sleeping.

nahi samj ai ????

ya lo

aggan la ka sanu ishaq dian te app mithi neind sona w
  

May, 14 2010     146 chars (1 sms)     2006 views       Funny

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Ek pathan ka school main 7th class main new admision howa .

Teacher.beta batao Allama iqbal koN hain?

Pathan.hum ko kya pata hum to school mai naya hai..
What Is The Difference Between A Nicely Dressed Man On A Tricycle And A Poorly Dressed Man On A Bicycle. . . ???













Need Nt To Think Hard











It’s Simple Yaar

A TYRE . . . ;->
A boy came running in the kitchen,
Boy:Dad, There is an ugly monster at the door
Dad(Looking at his wife):
Tell him we have already got one!
Raat Ko Sony Sy Pahly Ak Hi Dua Mango
"YA ALLAH Mujay Uta Ly

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Soba Sawery
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Namaz K Lie"
Qiamat ki 5 Nishania . . .

1-Har ghar se Jew Musharaf ki awaz aye gi..

2-Pani ka rate Petrol se ziada hoga..

3-Munshi ki fees wakeel se ziada hogi..

4-Logon k pas balance hoga par wo sms nahe karain ge..

5-Logon ko hansi aye gi par sharam phir bhi nahe aye gi . . . :p
Yeh keh kr chor gya rani ko raja,

Wah wah

Yeh keh kr chor gya Rni ko Raja,

double sawari ty pabandi ay tu cycle ty aa ja....!
BoyFrnd: Tumhare Ghar Gaya Thha, Muze Nhi Lagta Hamari Shadi ho Payegi.
GrlFrnd: Kyon Mere Papa se Mile Kya?
BoyFrnd:Nahi Tumhari Bahen Se
dekh ker taj mahal, shah jahan k potey boley.
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aaj hamarey b bank balance hotey,

agar dada chichorey na hotey.
Ur sms is electrical activity of my
Heart...!
Ur miss call is beat of my
Heart...!
Ur call is blood circulation of my
heart...!
So please keep active my
Heart...!
Baap:
Beti tum muje
pehle PAPA kehti thi,
Ab tumne muje DAD kehna Shuro kardia,
Kya waja hai?
Beti:
Cmon DAD, PAPA kehne se lipstick kharab ho jati hai..
Wo ankh bohat payari thi jo hum ne us ko mari thi
Wo joti bohat bahri thi jo us ne hume mari thi
Hum to muft main e pit gaye Ghalib
Hamain to ankhon ki bimari thi.
A man loves

his sweetheart the most,

his wife the best,

but his mother the longest.