Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Father to Tintu Mon: Why can't you think every woman as your mother?
Tintu Mon: I can, but if i do so, what will people think of you?
Bus Conductor: Why are you standing near the door, is your father a watchman?
Tintu Mon: Why are you always asking for “change”, Is your father a Beggar??
Tintu Mon to lover: Yesterday I had been to your house!!! Looks like our marriage will not happen!
Lover : Hey dear ! What happened? You met my dad ???
Tintu Mon: No! In fact, I met your sister!
Tintu Mon: I sleep with dad last night
Teacher corrects him: no..no! I slept with dad last night
Tintu Mon: So you reached my home after I slept????? Very baaad Teacher!!!
Teacher: Name the liquid which changes to solid when heated
Tintu Mon: Dosa
A Professor to Tintu Mon: “what is attention deficit hyperactive disorder?”
Tintu Mon: “JIMBALAKDI BAMBA”
Professor: “i don't understand anything”
Tintu Mon: “same 2 you”
Teacher :What is the name of Gandhiji's son?
Tintu Mon: Dineshan
Tintu Mon : Mahatma Gandhi is the father of ‘di-neshan’
Tintu Mon : how am I born ?
Mom: Oh dear! You reached in a flood!
Tintu Mon: So how are you and dad born! And grandpa and grandma and others?
Mom: Oh dear! Even we all in a flood!
Tintu Mon: Opps! No one in this family is born for proper parents!!! Shame on us!
To be is to do(Socrates)
To do is to be(Plato)
To be or not to be(Shakespeare)
Alright here you go!!! .Scoo be do be dooo(Tintu mon, LKG)
(That is the jingle of a local student’s bag ad)
Teacher: What is “Al2 O3″ ?
Teacher: Tintu, What is ‘Fe2 O3″?
Tintu Mon : “Filomina”
Tintu Mon: ‘Dad Dad! I wanna say something!..
Dad: Never talk while having food youuuuu idi***+_#)_(*)$(&!!!
Dad: Ok now tell me what you want?
Tintu Mon: I was about to tell this……..there was a lizard in your plate!!!!!!
(pic taken from net)*
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.'
'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the psychiatrist.
'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.'
'How much do you charge?'
'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it and if needed I will come back to you,' I said.
Six months later the Psychiatrist met me on the street.
'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money!
A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new SUV.
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed - ain't nobody under there now!’
SCREW THOSE PSYCHIATRISTS.. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BAR ATTENDER. ;-)
Friday, March 5, 2010
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
This is a mail which i received and thought should share with you all.....:)