Showing posts with label Makkhan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Makkhan. Show all posts
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
Makkhan will tell you what PhD really means...Khushdeep
Are you very eager to know what PhD really means in Makkhan dictionary...
Hold on just like your loose Nada (नाड़ा)....
Have patience dear, why are you in so hurry...
Hold on....
Hold on....
Hold on....
Hold on....
Hold on....
Now your are really qualified to listen from Makkhan...
Once Dakkan asks Makkhan...Do you know English of Nada
Makkhan...Ae lo, such a easy question...
Dakkan...Dont try to be smart, tell me answer...
Makkhan..PhD...
Dakkan...PhD ! what do you mean by that...
Makkhan answer was...
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Makkhan means 100% Laughter Gauranteed...Khushdeep
Genius Makkhan...
Enjoy the lighter side of it.
Makkhan decided to settle in Italy...Each Friday night after work, Makkhan would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs... But, all of his neighbours were strict Catholics.... and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday...
The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest...The Priest came to visit Makkhan and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Makkhan attended Mass... and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born as Makkhan, and raised as Makkhan, but now, you are a Catholic..."
Makkhan's neighbours were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived... The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighbourhood...The Priest was called immediately by the neighbours and, as he rushed into Makkhan's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement....
There stood Makkhan, holding a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you were born a chicken, and you were born a lamb, you were raised a chicken and you were raised a lamb but now you are a potato and tomato"
(Contributed by Satindera Arora via e-mail)
Enjoy the lighter side of it.
Makkhan decided to settle in Italy...Each Friday night after work, Makkhan would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs... But, all of his neighbours were strict Catholics.... and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday...
The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest...The Priest came to visit Makkhan and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Makkhan attended Mass... and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, You were born as Makkhan, and raised as Makkhan, but now, you are a Catholic..."
Makkhan's neighbours were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived... The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighbourhood...The Priest was called immediately by the neighbours and, as he rushed into Makkhan's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement....
There stood Makkhan, holding a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted: "Oye, you were born a chicken, and you were born a lamb, you were raised a chicken and you were raised a lamb but now you are a potato and tomato"
(Contributed by Satindera Arora via e-mail)
Sunday, 15 May 2011
Lady on the phone and Makkhan...Khushdeep
From today i'm clubbing my blog Mr Laughter with en.deshnama.com, so you'll get laughter dose time to time right on this blog. Keep smiling because laughter is the best medicine...
Lady on telephone...
Hallo is this Mr Makkhan ? I wanna meet you and talk to you...
Makkhan...Why ?
Lady...Because you are the father of one of my kid...
Makkhan...Are you Mrs Preeto ?
Lady...No...
Makkhan...Are you Mrs Bhajani ?
Lady...No...listen...
Makkhan....Surely You are Mrs Jugni...
Lady (in total confusion)...No...Man...No...
Makkhan...Then who the hell you are...
Lady...Actually Sir, I'm class teacher of your son Gulli, calling....
Lady on telephone...
Hallo is this Mr Makkhan ? I wanna meet you and talk to you...
Makkhan...Why ?
Lady...Because you are the father of one of my kid...
Makkhan...Are you Mrs Preeto ?
Lady...No...
Makkhan...Are you Mrs Bhajani ?
Lady...No...listen...
Makkhan....Surely You are Mrs Jugni...
Lady (in total confusion)...No...Man...No...
Makkhan...Then who the hell you are...
Lady...Actually Sir, I'm class teacher of your son Gulli, calling....
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