In a class room. Girl: Who gets more angry, boys or girls? Boy: Girls. Girl: How? Boy: If I kiss you, you’ll get angry, But when you kiss me, I’ll never get angry.
Every lady hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did.
Your smile can be compared to a flower, Your voice can be compared to a cuckoo, Your innocence to a child, But in stupidity you have no comparison, you are the best.
In a class room. Girl: Who gets more angry, boys or girls? Boy: Girls. Girl: How? Boy: If I kiss you, you’ll get angry, But when you kiss me, I’ll never get angry.
Every lady hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did and is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did.
Your smile can be compared to a flower, Your voice can be compared to a cuckoo, Your innocence to a child, But in stupidity you have no comparison, you are the best.
In a class room. Girl: Who gets more angry, boys or girls? Boy: Girls. Girl: How? Boy: If I kiss you, you’ll get angry, But when you kiss me, I’ll never get angry.