Wish you many many happy returns of the day Raji! God bless you!

MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY!!!!

Thanks a lot ppl.....for your rapchik wishes.......

Aur haan.....Piyu Di ne sabse pehle wish kiya....... [Khush Piyu Di!!!]

Aaj ka din.....pehle torturing.....phir mast......aur phir khooni raha....[Details kisi ke poochne pe hi milegi.....apun ko bhaav khana hai]

And finally.....family ke saath fullto masti.......

Aaj main for a change 11 baje hi so gayi......BUT phir fropki pe wishes padh ke thank u speech dene ka mann kiya.....to neend khul gayi aur main haazir.........

Filhaal itna hi.......ab koi poochega to m ready to give all the details.......

booooooooooo hiiiiiii

am a new guy here lol

I would say hello, but 'cutelove', I don't know. I guess you can take this as a cute hello
Rajjiiiiiiiiiiii, Birthday akele, akele mana liyaaa?
Aub bol ke din kaisa raha?
And mast gal ke liye ek mast chutkala:
Each Friday night after work, Santa Singh would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken and some meat kebabs. But, all of his neighbours were strict Catholics ... and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on a Friday.

The delicious aroma from the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their Priest.
The Priest came to visit Santa, and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Santa attended Mass ... and as the
priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, *"You were born a Sikh, and raised a Sikh, but now dear, you are a Catholic."*

Santa's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived.

The wonderful aroma of tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the neighborhood. The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as

he rushed into Santa's backyard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
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There stood Santa, holding a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meats and chanted:
"Oye, you waz born a chicken, and you waz born a lamb,
you waz raised a chicken, and you waz raised a lamb
but now dears.... you are a potato and tomato"!
Piuuu I guess hubbyyyy won, since you were on the plane
My Dad is staying with me, as if I need another source of stress
Have to go now to get ready for work
Hemant is that your idea of writing a poem, do a lil better, will ya