Santa: “Mere Dadaji Itne Lambe Thhe Ki Akaash Mein Udte Plane Mein Bethi Airhostess Ki Gaand Mein Ungli De Dete Thhe”
Banta: “Kamal Hai, Mere Dada Ji Bhi Itne Hi Lambe Thhe Par Unhone Aisi “Madarchodi” Kabhi Nahi Ki”
Santa Apne Friend Banta Ko Milne USA Gaya Hua Thha
Aur Vaha Airport Mein Bada Hi Udas Luti Puti Surat Bana Ke Betha Thha
Banta Usko Receive Karne Aya Aur Ye Dekha To Hairan Hoke Bola
Banta: “Abe, Kya Hua Tujhe Ese Kyu Betha Hai?”
Santa: “Yaar Mujhe Air-hostess Ne Thapar Mara”
Banta Hairan Hoke: “Kyu?”
Santa: “Mene Us Se Bas Itna Hi Pucha Thha Ki Peshab Karne Wali Jagha Kaha Hai”
Banta: “Fir?”
Santa: “Vo Boli Piche Hai”
Banta: “To?”
Santa: “Mene Bola Pahle To Aage Hua Karti Thhi“
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