"Darling," said Banta to his new bride, Preeto, "Now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?" "Of course, dearest, no trouble," she replied. "But what will you live on?"
Santa's wish: When I die, I wana die like my grandpa who died peacefully in his sleep? Not screaming like all the passengers in the car he was driving..
