Santa put his pencil in a bottle of HORLICKS!Why?Why..?He wantd 2 make it TallerStronger &Sharper....

SANTA: Wat is d different between POETRY and ESSAY?BANTA: Any word said by girlfriend is poetry..!Anything said by wife is essay

Santa:Ladki ko "I love U" bolne ki sbse achhi jagah?Banta:Mandir Santa:wo kaise?Banta:kyoki waha unhone sandle nahi pahni hoti hai

Santa 1st time plane me baitha. plane runway pe chal raha tha, tabhi usne pilot ko thappad mara aur bola- mujhe der ho rahi hai aur tu by road jaa raha hai...

Sardar's Dad Died, Was Crying.After Few Min Cries Louder!Frnd: What Happnd Now?SardaMy Sister Jst Called Me & Even Her Dad Died.

Banta was traveling in an auto with his wife.The driver adjusted the mirror. Banta shouted:U r trying to see my wife, sit back i drive

A sardar n his wife filed application on divorce. Judge asked how will u divide your 3 children. Sardar replied ok, we will apply next year.

Santa singhji got a new job:1st day he worked till eveing. Boss was happy&asked wat u did til eveng? santa:keyboard alphabets not in right order,i made it correct.

CID- Why criminals leave their fingerprint aftr their wrk? SardaSir,I Think they are uneducated, if they were educated, they would leave their signature for you.

A Sardar buys a ticket and wins the lottery. He goes to Delhi to claim it and the man verifies his ticket number. The Sardar says, "I want my 20 lakhs. The man replied, "No, sir. It doesn't work that way. We give you one lakh today and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 weeks." The Sardar said, "Oh, no. I want all my money right now! I won it and I want it." Again, the man explained that he would only get a lakh that day and the rest during the next 19 weeks. The Sardar, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I want my money! If you're not going to give me my 20 lakhs right now, then I want my five rupees back!"

Boy:"Oh,look at the dead bird!"Sardar looked at the sky and said "Where, Where?"

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!"