Pakistanis

There was once an Indian and a Pakistani who lived next door to each other. The Indian owned a hen and each morning would look in his garden and pick up one of his hen's eggs for breakfast.

One day he looked into his garden and saw that the hen had laid an egg in the Pakistani's garden. He was about to go next door when he saw the Pakistani pick up the egg. The Indian ran up to the Pakistani and told him that the egg belonged to him because he owned the hen. The Pakistani disagreed because the egg was laid on his property.

They argued for a while until finally the Indian said, "In my family we normally solve disputes by the following actions: I kick you in the balls and time how long it takes you to get back up, then you kick me in the balls and time how long it takes for me to get up, who ever gets up quicker wins the egg."

The Pakistani agreed to this and so the Indian found his heaviest pair of boots and put them on, he took a few steps back, then ran toward the Pakistani and kicked as hard as he could in the balls. The Pakistani fell to the floor clutching his nuts howling in agony for 30 minutes.

Once when I was working for a news agency in a semi-rural area near Islamabad, Pakistan. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road.

In a small town near Rawalpindi,Pakistan, politicians of the community had gotten together to discuss some important issues chaired by President Musharaff. About midway through the meeting, a wife of one of the locals stood up and spoke her piece. Musharaff known for his quick temper stood up and said, "What does she know about anything? I would like to ask her if she knows how many toes a pig has?"