I love the cars esp made with chocolates

al ready posted by me

Allha se daroo trash addi and queen ji and ............... nazar nayaz wandoo k aap ki 6 legs naheen hain

The team capitan is Trash so all the fielders are in one row.

A man had just been laid off from work. He was standing on the railing of a high bridge getting read to jump off, when he happened to look down and see a little man with no arms dancing all around on the river bank below.

He thought to himself, "Life isn't so bad after all," and got off the railing.

He then walked down to the river bank to thank the little man for saving his life.

"Thank you," he said. "I was going to jump off that bridge and kill myself, but when I saw you dancing even though you have no arms, I changed my mind."

"Dancing? I'm not dancing!" the armless man replied bitterly...
"My back itches, and I can't scratch it!"

A kid goes to his dad and asks, "Dad, what are politics?"
His dad replies, " Put it this way; I am the breadwinner of the family so I am capatilism. Your mom is the owner of the money so she is government. The government is the provider for the people so you are the people. Your baby brother will be the future, and the nanny is the working class. Now think about that."

So he went to bed. He was woken by his brother. The baby had pooped in his daiper. He went to tell his parents, but he only found his mom asleep in the bed. He didn't want to wake her, so he went to the nanny. The door was locked. He checked through a hole and saw the dad in bed with the nanny. He went back to bed. The next morning, he went to his dad and said, "Dad i know what you mean now."

"You do? Tell me."

"OK, while capatilism is screwing the working class, the government is sound asleep, while the people are watching the future being pooped on!!!"

good very good Trash ji mahfooz hi rakhna Istmaal na karna

aik dawut my aik nabina sahab apny nwasy ko ly kr jatay hain k jb khana shru ho jai to kohni mar dyna my khana shru kr don ga ittifaq say bachay ki kohni ghulti sy khana shru hony sy pehly he lug jati hy wo sahab khana shru kr dayty hain bacha ghubra jata hy ky abhe to kisi ny khana shru nhe kia wo aik kohni or mar dyta hy wo or taizi sy khana shru kr dytay hain shaid log jldi jldi kha rhy hain bacha ghubra kr do char kohnian mar dyta hy wo khtay hain bhai loot mar much gai kia

Joke
Sardarji is buying a TV."Do you have color TVs?"



"Sure."



"Give me a green one, please."

aik dafa aik amiricaan karachi ata hay or rakshy main bethta hay,thori door aik 10 manzila bulding ati hay woh khan sab say pochta hay yeh bulding kitny din may bana khan sab sahab 6 month amircan usa main aik month main. phir agy jakar stat life ki buldig ati hay tu khan sab shoch kar shab 1 month my 1month usa main 2 week main. khan sab tap gaty hain jasy hi habib bank plaza ata hay amirican yeh bulding khan saab,shab jee jaty waqt tu nahi thi.   

Kiya howa Queen ji aap ko

camel naheem hai yaar ohnt hai

Trash Kahanin Axident hi na kardena

itna wada anda must be full of energiyaan,

yes, I had tasted when I was 6 months old only Try Please

good Job

Why not u stick this topic?

Thanks ji thanks

WHY MEN CAN'T WIN

If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race, you're a male chauvinist.
If you stay home and do the housework, you're a pansy.
If you work too hard, there is never any time for her.
If you don't work enough, you're a good-for-nothing bum.
If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay, this is exploitation.
If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay, you should get off your ass and find something better.
If you get a promotion ahead of her, that is favoritism.
If she gets job ahead of you, it's equal opportunity.
If you mention how nice she looks, it's sexual harassment.
If you keep quiet, it's male indifference.
If you cry, you're a wimp.
If you don't, you're an insensitive bastard.
If you make a decision without consulting her, you're a chauvinist.
If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.
If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy, that's domination.
If she asks you, it's a favor.
If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear, you're a pervert.
If you don't, you're gay.
If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape, you're a sexist.
If you don't, you're unromantic
If you try to keep yourself in shape, you're vain.
If you don't, you're a slob.
If you buy her flowers, you're after something.
If you don't, you're not thoughtful.
If you're proud of your achievements, you're up on yourself.
If you don't, you're not ambitious.
If you're totally beat after a hard day's work, you don't give a damn about other people's needs.
If she has a headache, she's tired.
If you have a headache, you don't love her anymore.
If you want it too often, you're oversexed.
If you don't, there must be someone else.

Freezing To Death


Two men waiting at the Pearly Gates strike up a conversation. "How'd you die?" the first man asks the second.
"I froze to death," says the second.
"That's awful," says the first man. "How does it feel to freeze to death?"
"It's very uncomfortable at first", says the second man. "You get the shakes, and you get pains in all your fingers and toes. But eventually, it's a very calm way to go. You get numb and you kind of drift off, as if you're sleeping. How about you, how did you die?"
"I had a heart attack," says the first man. "You see, I knew my wife was cheating on me, so one day I showed up at home unexpectedly. I ran up to the bedroom, and found her alone, knitting. I ran down to the basement, but no one was hiding there, either. I ran up to the second floor, but no one was hiding there either. I ran as fast as I could to the attic, and just as I got there, I had a massive heart attack and died." The second man shakes his head. "That's so ironic," he says.
"What do you mean?" asks the first man.
"If you had only stopped to look in the freezer, we'd both still be alive."

This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years.

The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke. The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick.

He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out.

The years went by and he continued to rip them out!

Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her. She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts.

Some time later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting, which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horroron his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what was the matter.

He said, "Honey, you were right. All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you."

"What do you mean?" asked his wife.

"Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and these two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."

Once there was a competition for writing a brief and precise essay on the following topics

1.Religion

2.Royalty

3.Sex

And

4.Mystery

The best essay was read as

Oh God, the queen yelled , i am pregnant and dont know who did it?

there was a budhi walking she sliped and said hiy meri kismat and a gora was walking from there and said merry christmas to you to

one night a boy and a girl were going to dinner. they are coming to
a red light and keeps going. she says what are you doing? he says its
ok my brother does this all the time. so they are approching another red
light he runs through it. she said what are you doing are you crazy
we might get caught. he said my brother drives like this all the time.
so they come to a green light and he STOPS. she said what are you doing
now?

he says MY BROTHER MIGHT BE COMING