It is ok Madmax, I want to give one more and last chance

Muslim or enemy of the Muslims?

kahin pehlay parha hua na ho...


George Bush was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.

"Hallo, Mr. Bush!" a heavily accented voice said.

"This is Faisal Ali from Banga, District Multan, Pakistan. I am ringing to inform you that we are
officially declaring war on you!"


"Well, Faisal," Bush replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"


"Right now," said Faisal, after a moment's calculation, "there is myself, my cousin Khan, my next
door neighbour Bhagoo, and the entire kabadi team from the village. That makes eight"


Bush paused. "I must tell you, Faisal that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my
command."


"BLOODY Hell " said Faisal. "I'll have to ring you back!"


Sure enough, the next day, Faisal called again.


"Mr. Bush, it is Faisal, I'm calling from Banga STD, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire
some infantry equipment!"


"And what equipment would that be, Faisal?" Bush asked.


"Well, we have two combines, a donkey and Amjad's tractor."


Bush sighed. "I must tell you, Faisal, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armoured personnel
carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2 million since we last spoke."


"Oh teri (oops)....." said Faisal. "I'll have to get back to you."


Sure enough, Faisal rang again the next day. "Mr. Bush, the war is still on! We have managed to get
ourselves airborne ...... We've modified Amjads's tractor by adding a couple of shotguns, sticking
on some wings and the pind's generator. Four boys from Malpur have joined us as well!"


Bush was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Faisal, that I have
10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided,
surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"


"Tera pala hove ...." said Faisal, "I'll have to ring you back."


Sure enough, Faisal called again the next day. "Kehse?, Mr. Bush!


I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."


"I'm sorry to hear that," said Bush. "Why the sudden change of heart?"


"Well," said Faisal, "we've all had a long chat over a couple of paranthe and decided there's no way
we can feed two million prisoners!."

A maulvi saheb dies and waits in line at the "Jannat" Gates. Just ahead of him is a guy in casual shalwar kurta. Farishta (angel) addresses this guy, "Who are you, so that I may know whether or not to admit you to Heaven?"
The guy replies, "I'm Rehmat Khan, Mini Bus driver from Karachi."
Farishtaji consults his list, smiles and says to Rehmat Khan, "Enter into the Kingdom."
So Pakistani driver enters Heaven and the maulvi saheb is next in line.
He stands erect. Without being asked, he proclaims, "I am Maulana Aansari of Jama Masjid in Chuk 55 of Punjab for the last 43 years." Farishtaji consults his list and says, "I am sorry, you are on waiting list. You have to pass some tests before you get entry to the Kingdom of Heaven."
Maulvi Saheb says, "Just a minute. That man was a Mini Bus driver, and you issued him instant entry. But I have to go through more tests. How can this be?"
Farishtaji says,"Up here, we go by results. While you preached, people slept; while he drove, people prayed."

Little Johnny walks up to his Aunt and says , "my God, Aunt Edna why are you so damn ugly?"

His mother overheard this and pulled Johnny into the kitchen.and screamed, "how could you say to your aunt is so damn ugly!

"Because she is," said Little Johnny.

His mother said, "You go back in there and apologize to her, right now! I mean it, you tell her you're sorry!"

Little Johnny goes into the living room, walked over to his aunt and said, "Aunt Edna, I am sorry you're so damn ugly."

One lazy afternoon the phone rang, and I picked it up. It was my buddy Don, who is a racetrack fanatic.

"You won't believe what just happened to me!" he said.

Without a pause, he continued, "I had this crazy dream last night about the number 5. There were 5 horses in a field, and they were prancing around the number five!"

This sounded a little wacky, but he said it so enthusiastically that I thought this could be a good story, so I said, Ok, then what?

He said, "Then, I woke up thinking about horses and the number 5. As I was about to eat breakfast, I picked up my race schedule and found that the fifth race today was to start at 5:05 and the #5 horse in that race was named High Five!"

I was thinking, "What a coincidence," but Don didn't give me a chance to say anything.

"Then", he said, "I counted the money that I happened to have in my wallet. I had exactly 555 dollars: 5 one hundred dollar bills, 5 tens, and 5 ones." Don was getting really excited as he told me this on the phone.

He went on, "So I drove to the track, and parked in the fifth spot in the fifth row. I entered gate #5. I bet my $555 on High Five. I made sure to sit in Section 5, row 5, seat 5...."

By this time I couldn't stand the suspense anymore, so I interupted him, "So Don, did your horse win?"

"No, he came in 5th!"

great

very old

Subhan Allha, allha tahla aap ko kosh rakhy

ok

just_adiii9 said:

Shame On you...

Why not for u? and shame for what? Do u think he was a hereo of Islamic world? He is not just a great helper of usa