tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21988052765781528232024-03-13T01:39:32.349-07:00Jokes junction veg. & non veg.raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-5150482632390223062011-06-23T05:35:00.000-07:002011-06-23T05:35:23.463-07:00Insurance Agent<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;">Insurance</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> agent: Sir, we do penis insrnce also<br />
<br />
Customer: you replace with new one?<br />
<br />
Agent: No sir, once it dosent work,<br />
we ensure free service to your wife</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-25951041090773397562011-06-22T12:55:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:55:34.083-07:00THE GRATE ONE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">4 men in<br />
prison cell:<br />
a rapist<br />
a murderer<br />
a psycho<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">...and a gay.<br />
...<br />
rapist: if there's a cat here, i'd fuck it til<br />
it dies.<br />
murderer: once you're done, i'd<br />
torture it to death.<br />
psycho: once it's dead, i'd fuck it til i<br />
die!<br />
the gay in the corner very softly says…<br />
meoowww…</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-39422417442933714552011-06-11T12:54:00.000-07:002011-06-11T12:54:29.037-07:00manager<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Boss to Manager: Jaa k muthh maar k aa...<br />
<br />
Manager cums back n says ho gaya..<br />
<br />
Boss: Fir se maar k aa..<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
Manager again goes, cums back n says ho gaya..<br />
<br />
Boss: 1 aur baar maar k aa..<br />
<br />
Manager: Bas sir, ab saara stamina khatam ho gaya...<br />
<br />
Boss: Very good !! Ab tu meri wife ko ghar chhod kar aa</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-35319363762032943112011-06-11T12:48:00.000-07:002011-06-11T12:48:09.694-07:00shayar ki kahani<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">KYA HASEEN FIZZAA HAI<br />
INTAZAM KI...<br />
People - WAH!, WAH, IRSHAAD,<br />
IRSHAAD !!!!<br />
KYA HASEEN FIZZAA HAI<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">INTAZAM KI...<br />
KYA HASEEN FIZZAA HAI<br />
INTAZAM KI...<br />
CHUDEGI AAJ LAUNDI NIZAM KI.<br />
People were really angry to<br />
hear this. (probably most<br />
of them were not like us). They<br />
started abusing and<br />
throwing stones at him. On<br />
this he again started...<br />
AYE DHARTI KE CHAAND<br />
SITARON...<br />
This calmed people a bit.<br />
AYE DHARTI KE CHAAND<br />
SITARON...<br />
MAA KE LAUDON, PATTHAR TO<br />
NA MARO<br />
People went out of control this<br />
time and started<br />
beating and kicking him. He<br />
begged for mercy but they<br />
were not ready to listen to him<br />
anymore, so he finally<br />
stated.<br />
GARDISH MAIN HAI SITARE<br />
GAND MARLO HAMARI..<br />
GARDISH MAIN HAI SITARE<br />
GAND MARLO HAMARI....<br />
JAB BAHARE-CHAMAN MAIN<br />
HONGE, MAA CHOD-DENGE<br />
TUMHARI...<br />
Rest is history. But the history<br />
stayed with him when<br />
he grew up. Ab jaahir hai ki<br />
aise chutiye ke prem me koi<br />
kadega nahi. To yeh shayar<br />
Hyderabaad se Bombai pyaar<br />
ka<br />
chakkar chalane ke liye aaya.<br />
Ek din usne<br />
ek achchhi ladki ko dekha.<br />
Ladki ka dhyaan kahi aur tha<br />
to shaayar sahaab ne wahi<br />
farma diya...<br />
MUDHKAR ZARA IDHAR BHI DEKH<br />
ZAALIM<br />
KE TAMANNA HUM BHI RAKHTE<br />
HAI<br />
CHUT TERE PAAS HAI TO KYA<br />
L*nd HUM BHI RAKHTE HAI<br />
You won't believe it. But the<br />
steak liked this shayri<br />
and she fell for him. Things<br />
went well for them for next<br />
few days lekin woh ladki kuch<br />
aage nahi badhne deti thi.<br />
To ek suhana mousam pe<br />
humare dost ne use kahe<br />
hidala...<br />
DIL TO DIYA HAI TUJHE PAR EK<br />
SHART LAGAYI HAI<br />
LENI HAI WOH CHEEZ JO TUNE<br />
TANGO ME CHHEPAYEE HAI<br />
That was it! Ladki ek dam ruth<br />
gayi aur shayar se<br />
milna jhulna chhod diya. To<br />
shayar ki haalat bhi kharab<br />
ho gayi. Dost log bhi khairat<br />
puchhne chale aaye. To<br />
cheer him up, they requested<br />
him to say a sher<br />
dedicated to her.<br />
So he goes...<br />
BEDARD ZAMANA KYA JAANE<br />
KYA CHEEZ JUDAAI HOTI HAI<br />
HUM L*nD PAKAD KAR BAITHE<br />
HAI<br />
JABKI GHAR GHAR ME CHUDAI<br />
HOTI HAI<br />
Yeh sunkar dost log hil gaye.<br />
Koi bola l*nd ko<br />
sambhalo. To koi kaheta hai ki<br />
agar l*nd ko pakad kar<br />
baithoge to mutne kaise<br />
jaoge? To shayar bolta hai...<br />
KOUN KAHETA HAI KI LU*D<br />
YAHAN MUTNE-KO AATA HAI?<br />
KOUN KAHETA HAI KI LU*D<br />
YAHAN MUTNE-KO AATA HAI?<br />
ARE WOH TO CHUT KI YAAD ME<br />
AANSU BAHANE AATA HAI<br />
Yeh sun kar sab dost log aur<br />
bhi pareshaan ho gaye. Ek<br />
dost se to yeh suna bhi nahi<br />
gaya. To woh dost bolta hai<br />
ki mei kaise bhi karke teri<br />
darling ko waapis bulaunga.<br />
Tere paas waapis aake tujh pe<br />
ek ehsaan karne khi bhikh<br />
mangooga. Ab aap log to<br />
jaante ho ki yeh shayar log<br />
kitne independant hote hai. To<br />
humare shayar ko yeh<br />
ehsaan lene wali baat kuch<br />
pasand nahi aayi. To woh<br />
bola...<br />
EHSAAN KISI KA KYA LENA, HUM<br />
TO MUTH PE GUZAARA KARTE<br />
HAI<br />
EHSAAN KISI KA KYA LENA, HUM<br />
TO MUTH PE GUZAARA KARTE<br />
HAI<br />
JAB BHI YAAD UNKI AATI HAI,<br />
OOTH OOTH DUBARA KARTE HAI<br />
Mahebooba kabhi waapis nahi<br />
aayi. To uski yaad bhula<br />
ne ke liyewohi shaayar Delhi<br />
chala Gaya. Wahan jab<br />
Qutub Minar dekha to bola:<br />
DEKH KE QUTUB MINAR, SHAYAR<br />
KA DIMMAG DUADA<br />
ASMAAN KO CHODNE CHALA<br />
DHARTI KA LAUDA<br />
Is par Delhi police ki gaand<br />
mein khujli hui to usse<br />
pakad liya gaya aur court mein<br />
pesh kiya gaya. Jab<br />
Judge sahiba ne poocha<br />
"tumhe kuch kehna hai?" to<br />
woh<br />
bola:<br />
AIYE SANAM UTHA KALAM<br />
MUJHE KASAM HAI RABKI<br />
MUJHE KASAM HAI RABKI<br />
MAA CHOD DOONGA SABKI...<br />
On such a contempt of court,<br />
he was ordered to be<br />
hanged till death. When he<br />
was burried, the judge<br />
sahiba visited his grave.<br />
Needless to say she was very<br />
mad so she pissed on his<br />
grave. Judge sahiba ke jane<br />
ke baad hi iss shayar ke bhoot<br />
ne ek arz farmaya...<br />
WO AAYE HUMARI KABAR PE,<br />
CHAL DIYE MOOT KE..<br />
WO AAYE HUMARI KABAR PE,<br />
CHAL DIYE MOOT KE..<br />
CHALO ISSI BAHANE DARSHAN<br />
HO GAYE CHUT KE..<br />
BADI CHIKNI THI UNKI CHUT..<br />
BHENCHOD AB KYA FAYDA JAB<br />
HUM BAN GAYE BHOOT</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-57803951332330532242011-06-09T06:27:00.001-07:002011-06-09T06:27:50.077-07:00RAMLAL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ek grls hostel ka guard roz daru<br />
pine k bad gali bakta tha : mera<br />
nam ramlal,kiski chut me kitne<br />
baal.<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Ek ladki sunkar boli: meri... chut<br />
me itna baal ki phas jayega<br />
ramlal..<br />
Aisa 3 dino tak sunne k bad ramlal<br />
ne phir kaha: mera nam<br />
ramlal,kiski chut me kitne baal.<br />
Ladki :meri chut me itna baal ki<br />
phas jayega ramlal.<br />
Ramlal: goli chalegi dhay se,chut<br />
fategi baye se, jal jayenge sare<br />
baal, bach niklega ramlal...!!! ;-) :-</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-90007150257385907372011-06-09T06:17:00.001-07:002011-06-09T06:17:51.509-07:00SEX CLASS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Sex Peroid Mein Teacher Ne Bacho Se Pucha<br />
“Tum Us Aadmi Ko Kya Kahoge Jo Condom Use Nahi Karta”<br />
Classroom Ke Sare Students Zor Se Bole: “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy“</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-60590957288737372642011-06-09T06:15:00.001-07:002011-06-09T06:15:12.260-07:00DOGGY STYLE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="line-height: 14px;"></span></span><br />
<div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4df0c4b6a13fb3d82591559" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1ladki ne 7bachho ko janam diya...<br />
<br />
bed se utarte hi usne apne husband ko thappad mara...<br />
<br />
aur boli</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
maine kaha tha na vo KUTTE wala style theek nahi h... :D :p</span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-87693689637816467772011-06-09T06:13:00.003-07:002011-06-09T06:13:35.195-07:00THE WAY OF THINKING<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Teacher ask johny: If there were 5 birds on a fence & you shot 1, how many are left?<br />
Johny: none, as others will fly away<br />
Teacher: The ans is 4 but i like the way you think.<br />
Johny: i have a question madam. If 3 women are eating icecream. one licking, one biting & one sucking, which is married?<br />
Teacher in sweat n nervousnes: well, the one sucking the icec ..<br />
Johny: no,you are wrong. the one with wedding ring on her finger. But i like the way you think mam!</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-67462081234800837622011-06-09T06:12:00.000-07:002011-06-09T06:12:10.139-07:00SANTA IN SCHOOL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">Teacher: Gay Hamari Mata Hai.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
(School k bahar 1 Gay road pe ghum rhi thi)</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Santa: Sir Bahar Aapki Mummy Awara "SAANDH" k sath CHUD Rahi h</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><br />
</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-39264828566760493312011-06-09T06:08:00.000-07:002011-06-09T06:08:04.570-07:00PARROT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A Parrot Swallows A Viagra Tablet.<br />
His Owner, Disgusted, Puts Him In The Freezer To Cool Off.<br />
Later When He Opens The Freezer, He Finds The Parrot Sweating. ?<br />
He Asks: “How Come You Are Sweating?”<br />
The Parrot Replies: “Do You Know How Hard It Is To Open The Legs Of A Frozen Chicken?“</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-32312354039106553002011-06-09T06:05:00.000-07:002011-06-09T06:05:07.485-07:00FARMER'S COCK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="line-height: 14px;"></span></span><br />
<div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4df0c4b69fdc90a90626937" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A farmer buys a young cock.<br />
As soon as it comes home, it rushes & fucks al d 150 hens.<br />
d farmer is impressed.<br />
At lunch, d cock again screws al 150 hens.<br />
Farmer gets tense now.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Next day, he finds cock fuckin d ducks, goats n donkey also.<br />
Later, d farmer finds d cock pale, half-dead & eagles circling over it's head.<br />
Farmer says,<br />
"u deserved it, u horny bastard.."<br />
d cock opens 1 eye, points up & says<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
.<br />
"Ssshh! Don't shout let them land".</span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-682149750244271992011-06-09T05:54:00.003-07:002011-06-09T05:54:44.995-07:00BUS ME DOODH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Bus me lady baby ko doodh pilate boli : Pee le warna uncle ko de dungi Thodi der baad uncle bola : jaldi decide kar.. tere chakkar me mai 3 stop aage aa gaya!</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-82494079848420902592011-06-09T05:53:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:53:13.752-07:00WIFE'S SHOPPING LIST<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Biwi: Muli,Gajar Mote Aur Lambe Lana...<br />
<br />
Pati: Nhi Launga,Tum Unka Galat Istemal Krti Ho.<br />
<br />
Biwi: Tumhe Q Dard Ho Raha H, Tumhari<br />
Gaand M To Nhi Dalti Hu..!</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-61019909006559404622011-06-09T05:26:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:26:57.194-07:00Difference Between Wife & Neighbor’s Wife<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Question: What is the Difference Between Wife & Neighbor’s Wife?Answer: Wife Is A Chocolate, Can Have Anytime. Neighbor Wife Is Like An Ice-Cream, Should Have Immediately.</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-86785175570463341822011-06-09T05:19:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:19:06.789-07:00SANTA KOTHE PE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Santa Kothe Pe Gaya Aur RANDI SE Bola<br />
<br />
S: “Mujhe Rita Se Milna Hai.”<br />
<br />
R: wo 1 Raat Ka 1000 Rs Leti H<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
S: Koi Baat Nahi Mai Donga<br />
<br />
Santa Rita Ko 3 din lagatar chodta hai 3000 deta hai aur chalne lagta hai<br />
<br />
Rita:Kaha Se Aaye Ho?<br />
<br />
Santa: Ji, Punjab Ludhiana Se<br />
<br />
Rita: “Ohh Waha To Meri Cousin Bhi Rahti Hai”<br />
<br />
Santa: “Haan, Usi Ne To Mujhe 3000 Rs Diye Thhe Aur Kaha Tha Ki Tumhe De Du,</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-82133535059819552572011-06-09T05:17:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:17:06.898-07:00LUND UTHANE KA NAYA TARIKA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Very hot wife,<br />
<br />
Husbnd ka lund chum k boli<br />
<br />
mere LaL,<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Mera Sona,<br />
Mera Bccha,<br />
Mera Babu<br />
UTH Ja Na,<br />
<br />
Husbnd-Bhnchod Isko CHooT Me Dalna he ya School bhejna hai.</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-73177266386313749122011-06-09T05:15:00.001-07:002011-06-09T05:15:22.331-07:00DATE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Boy & girl go to hotel<br />
<br />
girl orders costly items<br />
<br />
Boy:maa k ghar me bhi yahi khati ho kya?<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
G:nahi par maa dinner k baad meri choot nahi maarti.</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-67848814520064422952011-06-09T05:10:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:10:13.918-07:00A GIRL IN THE BUS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; word-wrap: break-word;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}" style="line-height: 14px;"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4df0b021cb45b4774283464" style="display: inline;">Ek Bus Me Sab Seat pe Mard Bethe The,<br />
<br />
1 Ladki Khadi Thi.<br />
<br />
Kafi Der Baad wo Boli:<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
"Kaisa Zamana aa gya hai chOOt Khadi He aur Lund Bethe Hai!!"</span></div></span></span></h6></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-77515678641418158022011-06-09T05:07:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:07:00.525-07:00NOTICE IN THE LIFT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Ek Lift Mein Board Pe Do Notice Lage Hue Thhe<br />
1st: Ladies Ka Khas Khayal Rakhe<br />
2nd: Ek Bar Me 6 Se Zyada Aadmi Na Chadhe</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-57923655662903079612011-06-09T05:01:00.001-07:002011-06-09T05:01:52.804-07:00Do Matlab<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Teacher 10th Class Mein Bacho Ko<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">Smjha Raha ThaTeacher:“Bachho Is Duniya Mein Har Baat Ke Do Matlab Nikalte<br />
Hai”Ladki: “Sir,<br />
Nikal Ke Dikhaiye Na?”<br />
<br />
Teacher: “Rehne De, Teri Isi Bat Ke Do<br />
Matlab Nikal Rahe Hai“</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-78634335960854862802011-06-09T05:00:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:00:11.997-07:00BETE KA SAWAL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">7 Yrs Ka Santa Ka Beta Ek Din Santa<br />
Se Puchta HaiPappu: “Papa Jab<br />
Aap Honeymoon Pe Gaye The Tab Mein Kahan Tha?”<br />
Santa: “Putar, Jaate Waqt Tu Mere Paas<br />
Tha Aur Aatey Waqt Mammi Ke Paas“ </span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-60901496066216216082011-06-09T04:51:00.001-07:002011-06-09T04:51:51.862-07:00PATI AUR PATNI<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Kisi Baat Pe Pati Patni Mein Jhagda Ho Gaya Thha<br />
Unki Bol Chal Bilkul Band Ho Gayi Thhi, Koi Jaruri Baat Ho Tabhi Baat Karte Thhe<br />
Kuch Dino Baad Pati Ka Sex Karne Ka Mood Bana To Usne Apne Bete Puppu Ko Bola<br />
Pati: “Beta Mummy Se Kaho Ke Letter Type Karna Hai, Type Writer Pe”<br />
Patni: “Daddy Ko Bolo Abhi Lal Ribbon Laga Hai Baad Me Karna.”<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">3 Din Baad Biwi Ne Pappu Ko Kaha<br />
Patni: “Beta Daddy Se Kaho Aaj Letter Type Karlen.”<br />
Pappu Ne Daddy Ko Jake Bola<br />
Pati: “Beta Mummy Se Kehdo,Letter Zaruri Tha Daddy Ne Hath Se Hi Likh Liya“</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-83500670084454868332011-06-09T04:49:00.000-07:002011-06-09T04:49:05.258-07:00Videsh Ke Bachhe Gore Aur Yahan Ke Kale Kyun Hote He<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Teacher Ne Class Mein Question Pucha<br />
Teacher: “Videsh Ke Bachhe Gore Aur Yahan Ke Kale Kyun Hote Hai”<br />
<br />
Santa: “Madam Ji, Kyun Ki Wahan Ponds Cream Laga Ke Chudayi Hoti Hai Aur Yahan Sarso Ke Tel Se“</span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-69556895619389506572011-06-09T04:48:00.000-07:002011-06-09T04:48:00.317-07:00BILLI KA DOODH<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Preeto Apne Pati Santa Se Subha Uth Ke Kahti Hai<br />
Preeto: “Suno Ji, Aaj Phir Billi Doodh Pee Gayi”<br />
<br />
Santa: “Maine Tujhe Kitni Baar Kaha Hai Ki Apne Blouse Ke Button Band Karke Soya Kar“</span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2198805276578152823.post-27445844007140510942011-06-09T04:41:00.000-07:002011-06-09T04:41:48.650-07:00PAGAL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1 Pagal roz kehta- Gulel banaunga panchhi ko maruga<br />
<br />
6mahine Pagal Khane k treatment k bad,<br />
<br />
Dr.ne pucha-ab kya karoge?<br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />
Shadi<br />
<br />
fir?<br />
<br />
Suhagrat<br />
<br />
Fir?<br />
<br />
Uski sari utaruga<br />
<br />
fir?<br />
<br />
Blouse<br />
<br />
Oho! Fir?<br />
<br />
Bra utaruga<br />
<br />
My God, fir?<br />
<br />
Phir kya! Bra k elastic se GULEL BANAUNGA AUR PANCHHI KO MARUNGA...</span></span></span></div>raja the manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13364980690730681213noreply@blogger.com0