Ap Roothtay Rahy

Ap Roothtay Rahy
Ap Roothtay Rahy


Hum Manatay Rahy



Apki Rahon Me Palkain Bichatay Rahy


Ap ne kabi Murr k Na Dekha

Hum peechay Sy Apko


Munh Chiratay Rahy
  

May, 18 2010     161 chars (2 sms)     1961 views       Funny

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Pathan Ny NADRA K Office Mai Ja K
Ek Baat Boli Jsy Sun
Kr NADRA Waly Pagal Ho Gye.

Pathan Bola,

"I.D Card K Golden Numbers Dikhao?" =P
Sigret Peo Gold Leaf K¡,
Ta K Khansi Na Ho..

Wah Wah Wah

Sigret Peo Gold Leaf K¡,
TA K Khansi Na Ho..


Bachi Phasao Wakeel Ki,
TA K Phansi Na Ho;-)
Na hawa na maya hai, Ehsaas tum ney hi jagaya hai..Hamien b msg kar k dekhlo,Company ne yeh MOBILE sirf tumhari GIRL FRND k liye nahi banaya hai.


~> Teacher: what is meant by
"I MISS YOU"

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~> Pathan: Is ka matlab hai
"Mein tumhari miss hon!"
Q:Why did the statue of liberty have to be a woman?












,coz
The head had to be hollow to make a restaurant in it. . . ;->

There Are Two Types
Of Women

1 - Without Whom You
Can''t Live (Every
Boyfriend Thinks So)


2 - With Whom You
Can''t Live (Every
Husband Thinks So ) ;->
Mat doondna mujhe

duniya kitanhaai me

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..

kyon ki

thand bahut hai

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...

Hum honge

sirf aur sirf

apni RAZaaI mein.
Dukandar Ny Subha Subha Dukan Kholi To 2 Kuty Agy Bethy Hue Thy

Dkandar;Oye Tusi Aethy Ki Ker Ray Ho?

Kuty: Yar Sari Raat Ponkdy Ray An,

2 "STREPSILS" Te Day:-D
Aik sardar k ghar k bahir name plate lagi the
jis pe likha tha -wife.MSC aur husband Fsc.

aik aadmi ne sardar se pocha sardar gi
aap ki bivi ne kis subject mein Msc ki hai?

aur aap k Fsc mein konsy subjects thy?

sardar bola subjectan da ty meno pata nehin.
name plate da matlb aa
Msc.mother of seven children aur
Fsc .father of seven children... =P ;->
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
There is no velvet so
soft as a mother''s lap
no rose as lovely as her smile,
no path so flowery as that
imprinted with her footsteps.
''Ata Hy Mujh Ko Yad Wo School Ka Zamana…..
Wo Harami Pan Ki Batain….
Wo Bachiyan Phasana….
Wo Hasna Hasana….
Wo Canteen K Lala Ko Chutiya Banana….
Teachrz Ki Hatana…
Wo Punishment Milna…..
Wo Tully Mar K Murghiyan Churana….
Wo Exams Ki Ratto Main Suttey Lagana…..
Wo Tention Ko Film Dekh K Urrana Or Pharrey Bana K Undrwere Main Chupana Na…..
Ab Wo Din Hy Na Wo Ratain Na Bachiyan Na Mulaqatain
Agr Kch Hy Tu Bs….
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Yadain Hi Yadain.