I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I-m good at telling lies!

If u r interested in one of ur cousins, and u don-t have the guts to tell her that u love her a lot......then don-t worry at all..

.Some people have something for ya ...and it really works.... if ur that

.cousin come to ur place and when u get chance to catch her in kitchen

.then go and squeeze her ...... if she turns back and passes a beautiful
smile then...... Congratulations ........she loves u too.........

.But..... if she turns and Hold her CHIMTA or DOYEEEEeee ......then just hold
ur breath and start claping and saying

BAJI DER GAEEEN --------BAJI DER GAEEEN.........

jazz menu mein khusaamded!
menu hai: love kay liya 1 dabain, milna kay liya 2 dabain ,kissing kay liya 3 dabain, aor system say ikhraj kay liya nariza ho jay

One Sunday morning, William burst into the living room and said, ""Dad! Mom! I have some great news for you! I am getting married to the most beautiful girl in town. She lives a block away and her name is Susan.""
After dinner, William-s dad took him aside. ""Son, I have to talk with you. Your mother and I have been married for thirty years. She-s a wonderful wife but she has never offered much excitement in the bedroom, so I used to fool around with women a lot. Susan is actually your half-sister, and I-m afraid you can-t marry her.""
William was heartbroken. After 8 months, he eventually started dating girls again. A year later, he came home and very proudly announced, ""Diane said yes! We-re getting married in June.""
Again his father insisted on another private conversation and broke the sad news. ""Diane is your half-sister too, William. I-m awfully sorry about this.""
William was furious! He finally decided to go to his mother with the news.

""Dad has done so much harm. I guess I-m never going to get married,"" he complained. ""Every time I fall in love, Dad tells me the girl is my half-sister.""
His mother just shook her head. ""Don-t pay any attention to what he says, dear. He-s not really your father.""

3 Admi hoty hain Aik Muslman hota hai Aik Hindu Hota hai Aur Aik Shia hota hai Teno mushkil main hoty hain Aur madad mangty Muslman Ankh band ker key bolta hai Aey Allah madad woh bach jata hai Chia bolta hai Ya Ali madad Woh bhi bach jata hai Phir Hindu soochta hai main kia bolon Phir woh bolta hai Kali Maa Madad woh Gir jata hai Phir hindu bolta hai Kali Maa ap nai mujhey Kio Gira dia tu woh bolty hai Jis time tum mujhey KALI MAA kheh rahey they us time main FAIR N LOVELY laga rahi thi Mujhey gusa a gaya :) I hope subko acha lagey ga Thz

One day love & friendship meet, Love ask: friendship y u r exist here when i already exist? friendship reply: i put smile where u leave tears.......

TIME BRINGS A LOT OF CHANGE,BUT ONE THING MORE BENEVER CHANGE, IT IS MY LOVE FRO ""YOU""

A guy phones up his Boss, but picks up the bosses- wife instead:
""I-m sorry he died last week."" she explains.
The next day the man calls again and asks for the boss.
""I told you"" the wife replies, ""he died last week.""
The next day he calls again and once more asks to speak to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts:
""I-VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING?""

""Coz . . "" he replied laughing, ""I just love hearing it. . . .""

De-Morgan--s Law,
Binomial Avenue,
United States of Matrices.

My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in
trigonometric lane. There I saw you with our cute circular face,conical nose and spherical eyes,standing in your triangular garden.
Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset,when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be
like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.

Yours ever
loving,

Pythagoras