Pakistani, Bangladeshi and OUR Sardar are in a bar one night

having a beer.

The Pakistani drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass

in the air, pulls out a gun and shoots the glass to pieces.

He says "In Islamabad our glasses are so cheap that we don't

need to drink from the same one twice."

The Bangladeshi [obviously impressed by this] drinks his

beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his gun and

shoots the glass to pieces.

He says "In Dhaka we have so much sand to make the glasses

that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice

either."

OUR Sardar, cool as a cucumber ............

picks up his beer and drinks it, throws his glass into the air, pulls

out his gun and

shoots the Pakistani and Bangladeshi.

He says "In India we have so many Pakistanis and Bangladeshi

that we don't need to drink with the same ones twice."