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.'
Balle Balle !!!!
