Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Interesting Game



Interesting Game. Find Is it 12 or 13?
PLEASE WAIT UNTIL THE GROUP CHANGES POSITIONS.
IS IT TWELVE OR THIRTEEN?? Keep looking
This will drive you crazy!
WHERE DOES THE EXTRA MAN COME FROM?

How the Number 3 Affected in Pramod Mahajan's Life

This is really amazing.

Birth Date 30 Oct - Total 3.
When his Father death he was 21 year old - Total 3.
Total brother - 3
Killed By his 3 Brother.
Marraige date 3 & Month 3 (March).
Carrier Qualification 3 Degrees.
Revolver Locked after 3 Times Fired
Hit the 3 Different body Parts from Revolver.
His age was 57 when he died total becomes 3 (5+7 = 12 , 1+2=3)
AND FINALLY HIS DEATH ON 3 MAY.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Pulsar 220 CC DTS-FI

Hey guys Bajaj is planing to launch a New 220CC Pulsar. Here are the specifications...
225cc Engine
21 bhp
Oil cooled
DTS-FI (Digital Twin Spark Fuel Injection)
Rear Disc
Clip On handlebars
Digital Instrumentation
New exhaust system
Longer swing arm
LED Tail lamps
Protector Beam Headlamp
Fairing mounted mirrors
New body panels
Price : around 1.10 lac on road....

More Jokes

WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Wouldyou get married again?"
HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"
WIFE: "Why not - don't you like being married?"
HUSBAND: "Of course I do."
WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"
HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get married again."
WIFE: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face).
HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).
WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"
HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house."
WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"
HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"
WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"
HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new."
WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"
HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."
WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"
HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."
WIFE: - - -silence - -
HUSBAND: "Shit."


A sardarji comes up to the Pakistan border on his bike. He's got two large bags over his shoulders.
The guard Iqbal stops him and says,"What's in the bags?"
"Sand," answered the sardji.
Iqbal says, "We'll just see about that. Get off the bike."
Iqbal's guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the sardaji overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. Iqbal releases the sardaji, puts the sand into new bags,hefts them onto the sardarji's shoulders, and lets him cross the border.
A week later, the same thing happens.
Iqbal asks, "What have you got?"
"Sand," says the Sardaji.
Iqbal does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the sardaji, and crosses the border on his bike. This sequence of events if repeated every day for three years. Finally, the sardaji, doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him
In a 'dhaba' in Islamabad. Hey, Buddy," says Iqbal, "I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about...I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"
The sardaji, sips his Lassi and says, "Bikes."