A Paki, Bangladeshi and a Sardar

in a bar one night having a beer.

The Paki 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."


The 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 Paki
and
Bangladeshi. He says "In Delhi we have so many Paki and
Bangladeshi that We don't need to drink with the same ones twice."