Judge:why did u shoot ur wife

Judge:why did u shoot ur wife


Judge:why did u shoot ur wife
instead of shootingher lover?

Sardar:Your honour,
it’s easier to shoot a woman once,
than shooting one man every week.
  

May, 26 2010     160 chars (1 sms)     2308 views       Funny

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Ek Pathan:
Jab Hum Chota Hota Tha Tab Hum Ye Darakt Par Char Jata Tha

Dosra Pathan:
Wo Kaisy?

Pathan:
Us Waqat Ye Darakt B Chota Hota Tha. . . ;->
Suraj hua maddham,
Chand jal ne laga,
Aasma yeh hai,
Kyo pighal ne laga,
Main tehra raha,
zameen chal ne lagi,
Kya yeh mera pehla, pehla pyaar hai?


Yeh pyar nahi-earthquake hai bhaag!
In
1 year,
12 months,
48 weeks,
365 days & nights,
8760 hrs,
52560 min,
3153600 sec
sirf Aap ko hi yaad kiya.

Aur sirf 2mins lagay is jhoot ko type karney mein... ;->
Umair Taklu He
Phir Bhi Roz Saloon Jata Hai,
Why ???



Pata Nhi ??







Kyu Ki, Saloon Umair Ka Hai..
MErE pAs sE Us k¡ KhuSbo0 Aaj Bhi aAti hy "PAppu",,,

MaiNe FursAt mE kAbi Khud sE LAgAyA thA UsAy

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ItZ
My PerFuME..
DoN''t ThiNk Any WAhiyAt.. ;->
Larki ko Propose Karnay ka Sharifana Tareeqa:

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Main Tumhare sath HAJJ Karna Chahta Hoon. :-)

A Sardar looking at sky asks another Sardar :
Is that a sun or moon?

Other Sardar replies :
Oye ! No idea…Im new to this city..
Two lovers plan 2 commit Suicide.Boy jumped 1st.Gurl closed her eyez n return baq saying love is blind.
Da boy in air opens his Parashute saying Love never dies
PATHAN 2 SARDAR: O! YARA TUMHAR SHUKRIYA KE TUM LO IS DUNIYA MIA AYA......
SARDAR: OEE WOH KU PAJI.....
PATHAN: O! YARA AGAR TUM IS DUNIYA MAI NAHI HOTA NA TO SARA LATIFA HAMARE OPER BANTA
Nokrani:
Malkin aap udaas kyun ho?

Malkin:
Tumhare sahab apne office ki kisi larki se pyar karte hen.

Nokrani: Nahiiiiii.... Sahab mujhe dhoka nahi de saktay.
Pehle meri life ek khuli botel thi
Sub kuch perfume ki tara ur jata tha
Tumhare ane k baad sub kuch ruk gia ha
KHUDA kare tum jaisa DHAKAN har kisi ko mile
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.