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ek dafa ek sardar ji se ek larki nay kaha k
sardar g ek 100 rupey tu day do kal day doon gi
sardar g nay kah k
tu 200 lay lay magar aaj hi day de

i love u but u knowkaun hota hai pyarand i miss ukhabhi aye na judaiif u love tukaho na pyarr haiif u want money plz go onkon bane ga crorepati

read it carefully a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.l.m.n.o.p.q.r.s.t.v.w.x.y.z did i imiss yes i miss u

aik sardar apnay uncle say milnay k liay america jata hai woh jahaaz main batha hua hota hai k pilot aata hai woh kahta hai k aap ka suffer bohat acha jaa raha hai kissi pareeshani ki zaroorat nahin k achanak speckar say aik admi bolta hai o bairda garak hoo gya sab loog pareeshaan hoo jatay hain sardar ka rang urd jata hai k achanak woh he admi bolta hai k parashaani ki zaroorat nahin woh dara sal air hostes coffee laa rahi k mujh par gir gi isi wajah say meray moo say nikla o bairda garak hoo gya kisi parashaani ki zaroorat nahin yeh sunanay k baad sardar bolta hai k teri tay khusk hoo gi hai jairdi meri niklii hai unoon koon toy ga

I like you.... I love you.... I can--t go any where without you ... you r the best .........oh my
lovely ........... shoes......

I like you.... I love you.... I can--t go any where without you ... you r the best .........oh my
lovely ........... shoes......

I like you.... I love you.... I can--t go any where without you ... you r the best .........oh my
lovely ........... shoes......

The Englishman--s wife steps up to the first tee. As
she bends over to place her ball, a gust of wind blows
her skirt up and reveals her lack of underwear.

Good God, woman! Why aren--t you wearing any
knickers? her husband demanded.

Well, you don--t give me enough housekeeping money
to afford any, she replied.

The Englishman immediately reaches into his pocket
and says, For the sake of decency, here--s $50. Go
and buy yourself some underwear.

Next, the Irishman--s wife bends over to set her ball
on the tee. Her skirt also blows up to show that she
is wearing no undies. Blessed Virgin Mary, woman!
You--ve no knickers. Why not?

She replies, I can--t afford any on the money you give
me.

He reaches into his pocket and says, For the sake of
decency, here--s $20. Go and buy yourself some
underwear!

Lastly, the Scotsman--s wife bends over. The wind also
takes her skirt over her head to reveal that she, too,
is naked under it.

Sweet mudder of Jasus, Maggie! where the fook are
yer drawers?

She too explains, You dinna give me enough money ta
be able ta affarrd any.

The Scotsman reaches into his pocket and says, Well,
fer the love --o Jasus, --n the sake of decency, here--s
a comb. Tidy yerself up a bit.

Teri dosti ki roshni aisi hai, har taraf ujala nazar aara hai , sochta hoon k bi jil katva doon , kambakhat bill bohat aata hai