Santa: I have swallowed a key. Doctor: When? Santa: 3 months back! Doctor: What were you doing till now? Santa: I was using duplicate key, now I have lost it too.

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

Santa: bohot tension hai yaar, meri beti jawan ho gayee hai Banta:jawan ho gayee to usko border pe bhej do...

Santa singh kept staring at his computer screen for quite a while. To break the long pause another guy comes to him and asks, 'Why are you simply staring at it... why don't you do start working?' santa singh replies, 'Take a look at the screen...'. The other guy looks and there displayed is the message 'Press any key to continue'. The man asked 'So what?' santa singh replies, 'Look, this damn keyboard doesn't have the 'Any' key!...How do I continue now...'

Santa (on phone): Maa, khushkhabri hai! Maa: Bolo beta. Santa: Hum, 2 se 3 ho gaye. Maa: Badhai ho, ladka hua ya ladki. Santa: Na ladka, na ladki. Maine doosri shaadi karli

While at the college Sardar happened to watch the notice board. It reads: Invites suggestions for the modification of Ladies Room. Sardar writes under - Let the men Permit to Enter

Banta to a Doctor : I have diarrhoea & it wont go away. Doctor: Did you try using a lemon? Banta: Yes I did. When I remove it, it starts again.

Santa:Main apna purse ghar bhool aaya,mujhe 1000 Rs chaiye.Banta: Dost hi dost k kaam aata he, le 10 Rs, riksha kar or purse le aa.

A sardar had a child aftr 3 mnth of marige.He askd his wife ye 3mnth k bad bacha kaise hua?Wife replied:tmhari shadi ko kitna arsa hua?Srdar:3month.wife:or meri shadi ko.Srdar:3mnthwife:or bacha kitne month k baad.Srdar:3 mnth.Wife:total kitne hue.

Banta: yaar tum itne bade ho gaye ho aur abi tak dadi aur mooch nahi aayi. SANTA: yaar main apni maa pe gaya hu na isliye.

Sardar Prays Daily for 2hrs"Hey GOD meri Lottery lagade"After 1yr God angrily appears&says- Abe..ek bar ticket to le le MAMU.

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