Boy to GOD- tumne Girls ko itna khubsurat Q banya, GOD-taki tum usse pyr kr sko, Boy-to fir tumne use akal kam Q di, GOD-taki wo tmse pyr kr ske.
Girl:Nice mobile, Where did u buy? Boy:I won dis in a running race Girl:How many persons participated? Boy:MOBILE OWNER, POLICE & ME.
Ladke pagal ho jate h PYAR me, Baki kasar puri ho jati h intezar me, Mgr ye drd ladkiya nhi smjhtI, Wo to panipuri khati firti h, Bzar me or Ladke pde rhte h BAR me.
Shadi main ek khubsurat Ladki, Ladke se: aap dance karoge… Ladka khush ho ke bola: Ha.. Ladki pyar se: Toh fir apki kursi main le jaaun.
Chikku’s wife hit him on the head with the frying pan. Chikku: What was that for? Chikku’s Wife: I found a paper in your pocket with the same BASANTI on it. Chikku: I bet on a horse last week and BASANTI was the name of my horse. Chikku’s wife: Oho Sorry Next day she hit him with the frying pan again. Chikku: now what happened? Chikku’s wife: your horse is on the phone.
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