Uff plzz plzz aur karo naaa

Uff plzz plzz aur karo naaa
Uff plzz plzz aur karo naaa
dabao naa, zara zor se
aisa karo apni shirt nikalo
apni pant bhi nikal do
meri saadi bhi nikal do
ab zorse dabao aur dabao naa
bahut tight hai plz.
aur Zorse!plz karo naa plz.
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ho gaya na suitcase bann
  

Apr, 25 2012     233 chars (2 sms)     2570 views       

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Baithe Hain Honton KO see kr Pacahtain Gi AAp,







IshQ jaaG Uthta hY Aksar Aisi Khamoshi K Baad
Dear customer!your kiss balance is getting low!!
Please get somebody and recharge ur balance now!
u have 2 free kiss,
and 3minutes hug
& will be expired on 1st April 2007
MADAM: BILLU Kutti de eenne bachay kyo hu janday ne?
Billu: MADAM tussi Vi Sadak te nangay ghumo ge te tuhade vi ho jaan gaye
Sardar thrmos le k picnic pr gaya.

Sardar: Is m thandi chez thandi or garm chee garam rehti hy.
Dost:Tum is m kya laye ho.
Sardar:4 qulfi 2 cup chae;-)
Kabhi Socha he nahi Apni Zaat k Mutaliq Faraz

kaaSh...
Soch Laity To Aaj hm Tanha nA hotAy
*MeN dy raha hoN tumheN khud sy ikhtlaaf ka haq

*Yeh ikhtlaaf ka haq hy, mukhalfat ka naheN
Teri Tasweer sE kArta thaa Batain,



Mere
Y
GhAr

mAin

AA...INA

nhi thA.
Santa: My 8yr old son is very naughty, he has made my maid servant pregnant.
Confused Banta: How the hell?
Santa: He took a pin & punctured all my condoms.
You Were My World, You Still are My Soul.My Love For You Has Never Grown Old.Every time I Saw You,It Made My Heart Skip a Beat.I Would Do Anything To See That Smile On Your Face Again .. =)

If false love is a sin,
why did you make drunkard eyes drunk?

The moth would not burn if there is no candle.
The nightingale would not go mad if there is no flower.

If Layla did not rupture faith,
why should Majnun wander around the mountain and the desert?

I’m talking about your attributes and your essence.
I’m afraid, I cannot return from my inner heart.

From love’s fire, why did you put
troubled words on Mazun’s tongue?
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?
If you are ever in doubt as to whether or not to kiss a pretty
girl, always give her the benefit of the doubt