A haughty lady was walking around an art exhibition, loudly criticizing the paintings. She stopped before one and asked the attendant, “I suppose this hideous monstrosity is what they call modern art.” “No. ma’am, said the attendant. “That’s what they call a mirror.”
“How come this book has only characters without stories?” – Ramu asked the librarian.
“Oh! You are the one who took the telephone directory.”
“I am one year elder to you, can’t marry you” said Ramu’s girl friend. “No problem, then I’ll marry you next year.” Ramu replied.
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