Sardar returns from London.
He calls his wife and asks her, "Do I look like a foreigner?"
She says: No.
The answer angers him. "Look carefully, do I look like a foreigner?"
She again replies in the negative.
By now the sardar is fuming.
He yells: "Come close and see, do I look like a foreigner?"
The wife says: "No."
The sardar who is seething with rage says: "All those women in London were fools. Every time I went out they would say:
,
,
,
"Look a foreigner."
He calls his wife and asks her, "Do I look like a foreigner?"
She says: No.
The answer angers him. "Look carefully, do I look like a foreigner?"
She again replies in the negative.
By now the sardar is fuming.
He yells: "Come close and see, do I look like a foreigner?"
The wife says: "No."
The sardar who is seething with rage says: "All those women in London were fools. Every time I went out they would say:
,
,
,
"Look a foreigner."
