A prostitute’s nursery rhyme: One two lets screw, Three four I’m a whore, Five six suck the dick, Seven eight ejaculate, Nine ten fuck me again
Probably the reason we al go so haywire at Christmas time with the endless unrestrained and often silly buying of gifts is that we don’t quite know how to put our love into words.
(>-<) „HAPPY ( ö, )”) („¤’(„¤”) ( ¤ / ‘v’ ‘v’ ## „DIWALI” ##
Akaash ke taaron mein khoya hai jahan saara,Lagta hai pyara ek ek taara.Un taaron mein sabse pyara hai ek sitara,Jo is waqt padh raha hai SMS hamara….
Q: Why are men like a toothbrush? A: They are useless without handle.
Can I keep you? Lives are for living I live for you Dreams are for dreaming I dream for you Hearts are for beating mine beats for you Angels are for keeping. Can I keep you?
A prostitute goes to a school for a job Principal: Can u teach zoology/biology/geology or physiology? Prostitute: No. Only DALOGY & NIKALOGY
So here comes Gabriel again, and what he says is Good tidings of great joy … for all people. … That’s why the shepherds are first: they represent all the nameless, all the working stiffs, the great wheeling population of the whole world.
The sky without stars is like sleep without dreams, like a song without music, like a rose without smell, like a face without smile, like ME without U!…
Matha tek k bibi boli-Sant ji koi mat deo koi subh bachan deo. Sant’ biba bra pa k aya kro..hilde dekh k babeyan di aapni mat mari jandi hai.