tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62065297600474218092024-03-08T14:46:14.923+08:00THE JOKE BLOGAll the best party and adult jokes under the Sun!Yasminhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342939218518360110noreply@blogger.comBlogger179125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206529760047421809.post-42131891434738225802009-08-01T13:38:00.001+08:002009-08-01T13:41:48.384+08:00Marriage ProposalsTHIS IS REAL FUNNY - ACTUAL LETTER TAKEN FROM THE TIMES OF INDIA .<br /><br />RESPONSE TO A '<span style="font-weight: bold;">MARRIAGE PROPOSALS</span>' ADVERTISEMENT!<br /><br /><blockquote>Madam :<br /><br />I am an olden young uncle living only with myself in Lahore .<br /><br />Having seen your advertisement for <a href="http://yasminjokes.blogspot.com/2008/03/conditions-for-marriage.html">marriage</a> purposes, I decided to press myself on you and hope you will take me nicely.<br /><br />I am a soiled son from inside Punjab. I am nice and big, six foot tall, and six inches long. My body is filled with hardness, as because I am working hardly. I am playing hardly also. Especially I like cricket, and I am a good batter and I am a fast baller. Whenever I come running in for balling, other batters start running. Everybody is scared of my rapid balls that bounce a lot.<br /><br />I am very nice man. I am always <a href="http://yasminjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/jeff-dunham-achmed-dead-terrorist.html">laughing</a> loudly at everyone. I am jolly. I am gay. Ladies, they are saying I am nice and soft. Am always giving respect to the ladies. I am always allowing ladies to get on top. That is how nice I am. I am not having any bad habits. I am not drinking and I am not sucking tobacco or anything else. Every morning I am going to the Jim and I am pumping like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want you can come and see how much I am pumping the dumb belles in the Jim.<br /><br />I am having a lot of money in my pants and my pants is always open for you. I am such <a href="http://yasminjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-advice.html">a nice man</a>, but still I am living with myself only. What to do? So I am taking things into my own hands everyday. That is why I am pressing myself on you, so that you will come in my house and my things into your hand.<br /><br />If you are marrying me madam, I am telling you, I will be loving you very hard every day. Fact, I will stop pumping dumb belles in the Jim. If you are not marrying me madam and not coming to me, I will press you and press you until you come. So I am placing my head between your nicely smelling feet looking up with lots of hope.<br /><br />I am waiting very badly for your reply and I am stiff with anticipation.<br /><br />Expecting soon<br /><br /><br />Yours and only yours</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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