Santa: So, you are distantly related to the family next door, are you?
Banta: Yes, their dog is our dog's brother.
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Santa has to sell his dog. Banta wants to buy it.
Banta: Is this dog faithful ?
Santa: Yes, I have sold it 3 times earlier also. It is so faithful, everytime it returned back to me.
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Santa: I got married because I was tired of cooking, clean ing home and washing clothes.
Banta: Amazing, I got divorce for the same reason.
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Santa & Banta got tired using mobile cell phones. For a change, they decided to use pigeons to send sweet messages. And this hilarious scheme worked very fine.
One day Santa sends his pigeon.
Banta sees, the pigeon is without any message. He picks his mobile and asks Santa: The pigeon is without any sweet message.
Santa: Oye khotey, that was a missed call.
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Santa: Why are you heating the knife.
Banta: To do suicide.
Santa: But why are you heating it?
Banta: To prevent infection.
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Santa was weeping at a grave, "Why did you die? Why did you die? Your death ruined my life."
Banta: For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent? Wife? or Girlfriend ?
Santa: My wife’s first husband.
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Santa to Banta: I and my girlfriend are getting married.
Banta: Oh great, but when is the marriage?
Santa: I am marrying on on 13th Jan and my girlfriend on 20th.
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Santa: Hurry-up, hurry-up, give me a drink. Fight is about to start.
Bartender gives him a drink.
Santa again says: Hurry-up, hurry-up, give me drink. Fight is about to start.
Bartender again gives him a drink.
Santa again asks for a drink as the fight is about to start.
Bartender: When on earth the fight will start?
Naughty Santa: When you will ask for money.
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