Santa and Banta met in the street. Banta: Where are you coming from? Santa: The cemetery. I just buried my mother-in-law. Banta: Oh, I'm sorry. But what are those scratches on your face? Santa: She put up a heck of a fight!
Santa: Exercise must be good. Banta: What makes you say so? Santa: My wife's tongue has never been sick a day in her life!
Banta went on a trip to Goa that was part work, part vacation. He fell so in love with the place that he emailed his friend, Santa, "Catch next plane out. Bring my wife and your mistress". Santa emailed back, "Your wife and I arriving tomorrow 4:30 PM. How long have you know about us?"
Jeeto: This is the last time I tell you about coming home drunk. Santa: Good, because I'm sick of hearing it!
Santa complains to Banta, "I can't take it anymore". Banta: What's wrong? Santa: It's my wife. Every time we have an argument, she gets historical! "You mean hysterical", chuckled Banta. "No, I mean HISTORICAL," Santa insists. "Every argument we have, she'll go - I still remember that time when you..."
Banta: Did you ever hear from your neighbour who borrowed Rs 5000 from you? Santa: Every night. He used the money for a down payment on a TV set!