What do you call a sardar who drinks only beer?
Just-beer Singh ('T' silent!).

What do you call a sardar who has only one drink?
Just-one Singh.

What do you call a sardar who stays under water- julunder singh

What do you call a better adapted sardar who stays under water- julunder singh Gill

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Two sardars go camping and pack a cooler with
sandwiches and beer. After three days of walking, they
arrive at a great spot but realize they've forgotten a
bottle opener.
The first sardar turns to the second and says,\"You've gotta go back and get the opener or else we have no beer.\"

\"No way,\" says the second. \"By the time I get back, you will have eaten all the food.\"
\"I promise I won't,\" says the sardar. \"Just hurry!\"

Nine full days pass and there's still no sign of the
second sardar. Exasperated and starving, the first
sardar digs into the sandwiches.

Suddenly, the second sardar pops out from behind a

rock and yells, \"THATS IT!!! I knew it....now I'm not
going!\"

Ps - My sikhs friends , I hope u dont get offended , remember it is just a joke....keep the smile coming

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Ashvin

If u r able to take a joke on urself or ur own community, then it is fine. But if double standards, then this joke is offensive.

Regards.

Most Surd jokes are nothing more than the standard blonde jokes with the blonde replaced.

Some are original though.

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Diogenes
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The Cynic

Had this joke been posted by Ottawa Nerd, the tile would have been

This Sardar.....

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Microsoft - Which end of the stick do you want today?

Sardars are highly spirited people .......little jokes like this dont bother them. They are like the mast jungle hathi.........na kisi parva bus chale jana hai. they probably have the best sense of humour.

I will contribute one here too......

Cowboys v Muslims:
Three strangers at the Great Falls airport are awaiting their flights.
One is a Native American on his way to Helena for a statewide Indian Pow-Wow.

Another a ranch hand on his way to Billings Montana for a stock show.

The third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived, and on his way to study engineering at Montana Tech.

To pass the time they strike up a conversation on recent events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures.

Soon the westerners learn that the Arab is a devout radical Muslim, and believes his people are justified in their 'holy' war.

The conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowpoke leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.

The wind outside blows and blows and the old windsock flaps but no plane comes.

Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly he speaks:" Once, my people were many, now we are few."

The radical Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

The Cowboy shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson Cowboy Hat says, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet boy."

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"Progress comes from deviation".

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