<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136</id><updated>2026-10-26T15:34:08.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa-Banta Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>In This Blog I post lots of jokes of Santa-Banta and also rajnikant and etc.&#xa;&#xa;&#xa;Please follow my BLOG. . . . . . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-8275469890811177842</id><published>2011-06-05T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:58:06.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1 style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi Santa Banta Jokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;SARDAR:- Yar iska matlab kya hota hai, &quot;I AM GOING&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
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FRIEND:- Main jaa raha hun.&lt;br /&gt;
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SARDAR:- Saaley, aise kaise jayega, 20 aur bhi aise ja chuke  hain....answer bata ke jaa..&lt;br /&gt;
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Santa went to temple &amp;amp; saw people puting coin in box &amp;amp;  praying&lt;br /&gt;
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Santa: Wow! How amazing. People are talking to God through coin phone  without receiver&lt;br /&gt;
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Waiter gives bill to Sardar&lt;br /&gt;
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Sardar: &quot;Take my card.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiter: &quot;But sir, this is Ration Card.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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SardarJi: Ghar mai Mera he Hukam chalta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Mai Kehta hon, Garam paani le  aao, woh le aati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Dost: Garam pani Q?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar: Garam pani se Bartan  Achay Dhultay hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A teacher asked her class  for sentences using the word &quot;beans&quot;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;My father grows beans,&quot; said  one student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;My father cooks beans,&quot; said another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Then a Little Sardarji spoke  up: &quot;We are all human beans.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar k 12 bachon mein 1  alag dikhta tha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Jab uski biwi marnay wali thi to Sardar ne  poocha: Ab to bata do ye kis ka hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardarni: Sartaj, sirf yehi  aapka hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;HOME&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: blue; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;BACK&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/p/english-jokes.html&quot;&gt;NEXT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8275469890811177842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/06/hindi-santa-banta-jokes-sardar-yar-iska.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/8275469890811177842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/8275469890811177842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/06/hindi-santa-banta-jokes-sardar-yar-iska.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-3067446496712858168</id><published>2011-01-15T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:59:12.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>santa banta - Genie bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;A guy is walking along the beach and he stumbles on a Genie Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;
He rubs it and out pop two Genies. He makes three wishes. When he gets home, he hears a knock on the door and outside there are 20 beautiful naked women. Walking back inside he sees a briefcase sitting on his coffee table. Opening it he see $20 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Wow, my first two wishes have come true!&quot; he yells.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He gets ready to do his thing with the women when he hears another knock on the door. When he opens the door there are two Ku Klux Klan guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, they beat the him up, then they tar and feather him. Next, they take him out back and lynch him. When the KKK guys are sure he is dead, they take their hoods off to reveal the two Genies!&lt;br /&gt;
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The first Genie turns to the second and says, &quot;You know, I can understand his first two wishes but why would he want to be hung like a black man?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3067446496712858168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-banta-genie-bottle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/3067446496712858168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/3067446496712858168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-banta-genie-bottle.html' title='santa banta - Genie bottle'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-4402791694127386716</id><published>2011-01-15T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:59:25.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>santa banta - Umbalo-Gong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Santa and Banta fly to the south sea islands to study the natives. They go to two adjacent islands and set to work. A few months later Santa takes a boat over to the other island to see how Banta is doing. When he gets there, he finds Banta standing among a group of natives.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Greetings! How is it going?&quot; says Santa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Wonderful!&quot; says Banta, &quot;I have discovered an important fact about the local language! Watch!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He points at a palm tree and says, &quot;What is that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The natives, in unison, say, &quot;Umbalo-gong!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He then points at a rock and says, &quot;And that?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The natives again intone, &quot;Umbalo-gong!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;You see!&quot;, says the beaming Banta, &quot;They use the SAME word for &#39;rock&#39; and for &#39;palm tree&#39;!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;That is truly amazing!&quot; says the astonished Santa, &quot;On the other island, the same word means &#39;index finger&#39;!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4402791694127386716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-banta-umbalo-gong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/4402791694127386716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/4402791694127386716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santa-banta-umbalo-gong.html' title='santa banta - Umbalo-Gong'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-2505745360237549740</id><published>2011-01-15T01:16:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:59:50.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retired Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;A retired couple is lying in bed one night and are discussing all aspects of their future.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What will you do if I die before you do?&quot; husband asked wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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After some thought, she said, &quot;I&#39;d probably look for a house sharing situation with three other single or widowed women&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who might be a little younger than herself, since she is so active for her age.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then wife asked husband, &quot;What will you do if I die first?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied, &quot;Probably the same thing.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2505745360237549740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/retired-couple.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/2505745360237549740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/2505745360237549740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/retired-couple.html' title='Retired Couple'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-3431655763366960057</id><published>2011-01-15T01:16:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:00:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childless Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;There once was a husband and wife who were unable to have children. After consulting everyone who would listen to their problem, they were still unsatisfied. Finally, they consulted their family priest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;My children,&quot; the priest began, &quot;The Lord will listen to your prayers, and I am sure that &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you will be blessed with children shortly. In fact, I am planning an extended stay in Rome, and while I&#39;m visiting the Vatican, I will light a candle for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Thank you, Father, thank you!&quot; said the couple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before leaving, the priest turned and said, &quot;I am sure everything will work out just fine for you. My stay in Rome will be for quite some time--15 years. But when I return, I will be sure to pay you a visit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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And so, 15 years came and went, and the priest returned to the States.&lt;br /&gt;
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While resting on his porch one mid-summer morning, he remembered the promise of paying a visit that he had made 15 years ago. So he made his way to their home, and upon arriving at the residence of the couple who&#39;d sought his council years earlier, he rang the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sounds of crying and screaming children filled the air! Overjoyed by the thought that their prayers had been answered, he entered the house. More than a DOZEN children filled the house from top to bottom! In the midst of all the chaos, stood the wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;My dear,&quot; the priest said, &quot;your prayers have been answered! And where is your husband? I wish to congratulate him too on your miracle!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;He just left for Rome,&quot; she said in a very desperate tone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Rome? Why did he go to Rome?&quot; asked the priest.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;To blow out that candle you lit!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3431655763366960057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/childless-couple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/3431655763366960057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/3431655763366960057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/childless-couple.html' title='Childless Couple'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-5528703959767014419</id><published>2011-01-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:00:40.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;BOY : Since we met, I can&#39;t eat or drink...&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : Why not ??&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : I&#39;m broke.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : May I hold your hand??&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : No thanks, it isn&#39;t heavy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : Who was that girl I saw you kissing last night??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : What time was it??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : Sure, what&#39;s your phone number??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever..&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : Don&#39;t you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;
GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;
TRACY : I did once. He&#39;d forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Man : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;
Woman : Because I&#39;m wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;
Man : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wife : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out&lt;br /&gt;
of the other.&lt;br /&gt;
Husband : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mary : John says I&#39;m pretty. Andy says I&#39;m ugly. What do u think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;
Peter : A bit of both. I think you&#39;re pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jimmy : Mom, can I have two piece of cake?&lt;br /&gt;
Mom : Certainly. Take this piece and cut it in two.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sam : I hate to see a girl standing in a bus when I comfortable seated.&lt;br /&gt;
Lily : So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;
Sam : I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher : Have you given the goldfish fresh water?&lt;br /&gt;
Pupil : No, Sir. They haven&#39;t finished the water I gave them last week.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mom : Why are you wiping the floor with that cake?&lt;br /&gt;
Son : Well, it&#39;s a sponge cake, isn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was Christmas and the judge was in a benevolent mood as he questioned the prisoner. &quot;What are you charged with?&quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Doing my Christmas shopping early,&quot; replied the defendant.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;That&#39;s no offense,&quot; replied the judge. &quot;How early were you doing this shopping?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Before the store opened,&quot; countered the prisoner.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5528703959767014419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-conversations.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/5528703959767014419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/5528703959767014419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-conversations.html' title='Funny Conversations'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-1274227395859400959</id><published>2011-01-15T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T04:01:04.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa`s Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Once Santa kept having the same weird dream everynight, so he went to a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: What was your dream about?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa: I was being chased by a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: (giggles quitely) So... what is the scenery like?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa: I was running in a hall way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Doctor: Then what happened?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa: Well that&#39;s the weird thing. In every single dream, the same thing happened. I always come to this door, but I can&#39;t open it. I keep pushing the door and pushing the door, but it wouldn&#39;t budge!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: Does the door have any letters on it?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa: Yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor: And what did these letter spell?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Santa: It said &quot;Pull&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1274227395859400959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santas-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/1274227395859400959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/1274227395859400959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2011/01/santas-dream.html' title='Santa`s Dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-364212342591419844</id><published>2010-12-24T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:57:12.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDgw9YEsum78SmTnJvnMtHS9Bhdiz30Jo1NLjLiG6z-jBKiM9seMfmnND8GlhcDYMxW_HbvsUewuTgdLZMaR0RWcIRBlJzIgnP-ZyLzWcaACe4-gPdAeckNOOvxTgyWsHOJdDqLNdnuY/s1600/santabanta.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 143px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDgw9YEsum78SmTnJvnMtHS9Bhdiz30Jo1NLjLiG6z-jBKiM9seMfmnND8GlhcDYMxW_HbvsUewuTgdLZMaR0RWcIRBlJzIgnP-ZyLzWcaACe4-gPdAeckNOOvxTgyWsHOJdDqLNdnuY/s400/santabanta.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554200998971244994&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Santa-Banta&#39;s jokes. . . . . .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/364212342591419844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-friends-welcome-to-santa-bantas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/364212342591419844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/364212342591419844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi-friends-welcome-to-santa-bantas.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDgw9YEsum78SmTnJvnMtHS9Bhdiz30Jo1NLjLiG6z-jBKiM9seMfmnND8GlhcDYMxW_HbvsUewuTgdLZMaR0RWcIRBlJzIgnP-ZyLzWcaACe4-gPdAeckNOOvxTgyWsHOJdDqLNdnuY/s72-c/santabanta.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278344209254137136.post-752498767319156410</id><published>2010-12-24T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:42:25.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First joke on this blog</title><content type='html'>Banta- Tu Yaha Baitha hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere Dost ki Death ho gai hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu Gaya Kyu Nai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa- Usne Mujhe Bulaya Hi Nahi</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/feeds/752498767319156410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-joke-on-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/752498767319156410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278344209254137136/posts/default/752498767319156410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santa-bantajokes.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-joke-on-this-blog.html' title='My First joke on this blog'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17713472057983470129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>