Sunday, 24 March 2013

3 idiots ( Latest version ).........33113

3 idiots ( Latest version )

This happened during Admin recruiting session for the FB page

Rancho - *Smiling*

Teacher- Aap Muskura kyu rahe hain?

Rancho - Bohot Dino se Admin banne ki iccha thi...aj Ban gaya hu..bohot maza aa raha hai

Teacher- Zada Maza Lene Ki Zarurat nai hai...Tell me What is a Post?

Rancho- Anything that is posted on Post Sir

Teacher- Can you Please elaborate?

Rancho- bhi Facebook pe log daalte hai ,post hai sir...Ghumne...­­ daal diya! Post hai Sir
Match dekha Score daal diya! Post hai Sir ..Sir actually hum post se ghire hue hai sir! Katrina ki Pic se Ronaldo ki Kick tak!
Sab post hai sir! Ek second me Comment ,ek second me like!
Comment-like.. comment-like
Teacher- Shut up! ADMIN banke ye karoge?Comment-­­like comment like....
Hey chatur tum batao

Chatur- Pictures,texts or Videos posted through Mobile or Tablet or laptop or desktop via Different Operating
system using Internet on Facebook is called a Post...

Teacher- excellent!

Rancho- par sir maine bhi toh vohi bola seedhe shabdo mein...

Teacher- Seedhe shabdo me karna hai toh orkut ya twiter ke pages k admin bano... :@

Rancho- Par sir dusre sites bhi toh..

Teacher-Get out!

Rancho- why sir?

teacher- Seedhe Shabdo me bahar jaiye

Rancho goes out and Comes Back*

Teacher- kya hua?

Rancho- kuch Bhul gya tha sir

Teacher- Kya?

Rancho- An Utility button given to us, to protect our Private data i.e pictures messages or personal Information for being
stolen or Used for bad purpose by hackers or anyone else...

Teacher- kehna kya chahte ho!?!?

Rancho- logout sir! Logout karna bhul gya tha!

Teacher- seedha seedha nai bol sakte the?!

Rancho- thodi der pehle try kiya tha sir, aapko pasand nahi aaya... :P
A married couple is driving along the highway doing a steady fourty miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel.
Her husband abruptly looks across at her, speaking in a clear voice, and says, “Darling, I know we’ve been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce.”
The wife says nothing, keeping her eyes on the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.
The husband speaks again, saying this time, “I don’t want you to try and talk me out of it, because I’ve been having an affair with your best friend, and she’s a far better lover than you.”
Again the wife stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55.
He pushes his luck. “I want the house,” he demands.
Up to 65 mph. “I want the car, too,” he continues. Up to 75 mph! “And,” he says, “I’ll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards, the boat, and our dog!”
The car slowly begins veering towards a massive concrete bridge. This makes him a wee bit nervous, so he asks her, “Isn’t there anything you want?”
At last the wife replies – in a quiet and controlled voice. “No, I’ve got everything I need.” she says.
“Oh, really?” he inquires, “So what exactly have you got?
Just before they slam into the wall at 80 mph, the wife turns to him and smiles, “The airbag.”

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