Santa! Your daughter has died! Depressed, he jumps from the 100th floor At the 50th floor, he remembers he doesn't have a daughter! At the 25th flr: He's unmarried! At the 10th: He's Banta not Santa.
Pathologist:Ye urine sample nai,Apple juice hai!Santa's wife:Ek phone kar loon?Dr:Why?Wife:Santaji ko batana hai k urine botle unke tiffin me chali gayi hai
Santa was filling up an application form for a job. He was not sure as to what was to be filled in the column "Salary Expected". After much thought he wrote : Yes!
Santa! Your daughter has died! Depressed, he jumps from the 100th floor At the 50th floor, he remembers he doesn't have a daughter! At the 25th flr: He's unmarried! At the 10th: He's Banta not Santa.
