dndeswal
February 26th, 2006, 07:52 PM
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Sardarji ki custard
It was the Christmas-eve in Rome. One local restaurant was full of customers when it was announced that being a pious day, the customers should place their orders in a religious and poetic tone.
One customer requested the bearer: “O Divine, please give me wine”.
After some time, another placed the order: “O Supreme, give me ice-cream”.
Yet other said: “O Seer, please give me some beer”.
A Sardarji there tried to place the order in a rhythmic tone and uttered loudly: “O bastard, give me custard”.
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Sardarji ki custard
It was the Christmas-eve in Rome. One local restaurant was full of customers when it was announced that being a pious day, the customers should place their orders in a religious and poetic tone.
One customer requested the bearer: “O Divine, please give me wine”.
After some time, another placed the order: “O Supreme, give me ice-cream”.
Yet other said: “O Seer, please give me some beer”.
A Sardarji there tried to place the order in a rhythmic tone and uttered loudly: “O bastard, give me custard”.
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