Preeto: There's trouble with the car. It has water in the carburetor. Banta: Water in the carburetor? That's ridiculous. Preeto: I tell you the car has water in the carburetor. Banta: You don't even know what a carburetor is. I'll check it out. Where's the car? Preeto: In the pool.

My father dug the Suez Canal. Banta: That's nothing, have you heard of Dead Sea?Santa: Yes, I have.Banta: My dad killed it.

What's an adult joke? Santa: Any joke which is 18 yrs old

Joke of the Century:Teacher asked Sardar" If U dial 001 then what will happen?"Sarda"Police Jeep will come, in Reverse Gear...

Santa ke bagiche mein bahut sare ped - paudhe thay, Santa naukar ko bola ped-paudhon ko pani dal. Naukar: Sahab baarish ho rahi hai. Santa: Abe to Chatri leke dal.

Jeeto: U tell a man something, it goes in one ear & comes out of the other. Santa: U tell a woman something, it goes in both ears & comes out of the mouth

Santa Singh : 'Look Banta, what type of glasses they have made. The top is closed. How can you fill lassi in it ?' Banta Singh : 'Yes, that's funny. And even if you make a hole at the top, how will the lassi stay in the glass when the bottom is open?'

Having lost his donkey santa, got down to his knees and started thanking God. A passerby saw him and asked, "Your donkey is missing; what are you thanking God for ?"santa replied "I am thanking Him for seeing to it that I wasn't riding the donkey at that time, otherwise I would have been missing too."

Santa completd his MBBS & Did His1st Operat'n.Soon aftr Finshing,Da patient died.Sardar:Guru mera pehla Gift swikar karo.

Santa Singh hurries into the emergency room late one night with the tip of his index finger shot off. 'How did this happen?' the emergency room doctor asked him. 'well, I was trying to commit suicide,' Santa replied. 'What?' sputtered the doctor. 'You tried to commit suicide by shooting your finger off?' 'No! No! No! I put the gun to my ear, and I thought: This is going to make a loud noise. So I put my finger in the other ear before I pulled the trigger.'

Santa, "I suppose this horrible looking thing is what you call modern art? Art dealer, "I beg your pardon sir, that is a mirror

just imagine u r in the 3rd floor. It catches fire. How will u escape?" santa: "it is very simple i will stop my imagination