TeacheWhat is ur

TeacheWhat is ur
TeacheWhat is ur father?Santa: I.C.S. in summer & P.C.S. in winterTeacheWats dat?Santa: Ice-cream seller in summer & Pakoda chat seller in winter
  

Jan, 17 2012     145 chars (1 sms)     1017 views       Jokes > Santa Banta

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Sante ne apne nave jame bache nu goddi ch chukiya. Thodi der bad bache ne Susu kar ta. Santa nurse nu bolia: Bibi eh piece leek karda hai badal ke leya. . .
Santa opened a petrol pump, but not even one customer went there. You know why? Because he opened petrol pump on second floor..
Sardar 2 his kid Teri mummy muje "A G" kehkar kyun bulati hai? Kid "kyunki, Mummy smart hai. Isliye bhare bazaar me Abe gadhe(A G) Kehna Sabhyata nahi hoti!
Teacher: Pappu, TAMSO MA JYOTIR GAMYA" shloka ka kya arth hai? Pappu: Tum so jayo maa, mein Jyoti ke pass ja raha hoon.
Banta: What's the difference between an oral thermometer and a rectal thermometer? Santa: The taste.
Santa: My dad was an extremely brave man. He once entered a lion's cage. Banta: He probably got a lot of applause ven he got out. Santa: I didn't say he got out.
Santa goes to buy a underwear. On choosing one he asks: How much for this? Shopkeeper: Rs 500 Santa: Arey bhai daily waer dikhaao, Party wear nahin chahiye.
Sardarni Was Beating Sardar A Neighbour Asked: Kyun Mar Rahi Ho ? Sardni Inko Call Kiya To 1 Ladki Boli, "The Person You Are Trying To Reach Is Currently Busy"
Santa, where's your homework?" the teacher said sternly to the little boy while holding out her hand. "My dog ate it," was his solemn response. "Santa, I've been a teacher for eighteen years. Do you really expect me to believe that?" "It's true, Miss, I swear," insisted the boy. "I had to force him, but he ate it!"
Jasmeet : "Your honor, I want to divorce my husband Santa." Judge : "But why ?" Jasmeet : "Because he is not faithful to me." Judge : "How do you know ?" Jasmeet : "My lord, not a single child resembles him."
Banta: Why is the Police nicknamed "The heart of the country"? Santa: It beats, beats, beats.
Santa, "I suppose this horrible looking thing is what you call modern art? Art dealer, "I beg your pardon sir, that is a mirror