Pakistani, Bangladeshi and OUR Sardar are in a bar one night
having a beer.
The Pakistani drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass
in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces.
He says "In Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't
need to drink from the same one twice."
The Bangladeshi [obviously impressed by this] drinks his
beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and
shoots the glass to pieces.
He says "In Dhaka we have so much sand to make the glasses
that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice
either."
OUR Sardar, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks
it, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and
shoots the Pakistani and Bangladeshi.
He says "In India we have so many Pakistanis and Bangladeshi
that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."
having a beer.
The Pakistani drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass
in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces.
He says "In Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't
need to drink from the same one twice."
The Bangladeshi [obviously impressed by this] drinks his
beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and
shoots the glass to pieces.
He says "In Dhaka we have so much sand to make the glasses
that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice
either."
OUR Sardar, cool as a cucumber, picks up his beer and drinks
it, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and
shoots the Pakistani and Bangladeshi.
He says "In India we have so many Pakistanis and Bangladeshi
that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."
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