Disclaimer: Well, i usually dont see the meaning making jokes on sardars and blondes..i mean, whats the point. ..But you see I am unusually ticked off at the sardar who sold me the phone and is now refusing to take responsibility.. so let me tell u first of all that this post is especially for him..and not, i repeat NOT for any other sardar.. now that've we got that cleared up .. i'll just tell you the dumb joke..
A sardarji goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts
with the basics. "So, Mr, can you tell us your age, please?"
The sardarji counts carefully on his fingers for half a minute before
replying. "Um ... 22."
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And
can you tell us your height, please?" The sardarji stands up and produces
a measuring tape from his handbag.. he then traps one end under his foot
and extends the tape to the top of his head. he checks the measurement
and announces, "Five foot two!"
This isn't looking good so the
interviewer goes for the real basics; something the he won't have to
count, measure, or lookup. "Just to confirm for our records, your name
please?" The sardarji bobs his head from side to side for about fifteen
seconds, mouthing something silently to himself, before replying,
"Gurpreet!"
The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, "What
were you doing when I asked you your
name?" "Oh, that!" replies the sardarji," I was just running through that
song, 'Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you...Happy Birthday dear Gurpreet...happy birthday to
you...'. !!!
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