|Two guys were roaring down a country road on a motorcycle when the driver slowed up and pulled over.|
His leather jacket had a broken zipper, and he told his friend, "I can't drive anymore with the air hitting me in the chest like that."
"Just put the jacket on backwards," his friend advised.
They continued down the road but around the next bend, they lost control and wiped out.
Banta came upon the accident and ran to call the police.
They asked him, "Are they showing any signs of life?"
"Well," Banta explained, "the driver was until I turned his head around the right way!"
|Santa and Banta sitting in the bar at Raja Sansi Airport, Amritsar.|
"I've come to meet my brother," said the Santa. "He's due to fly in from Canada in an hour's time. It's his first trip home in forty years."
"Will you be able to recognize him?" asked the Banta.
"I'm sure I won't," said Santa, "after all, he's been away for a long time."
"I wonder if he'll recognize you?" said the Banta.
"Of course he will," said Santa. "Sure, I haven't been away at all."
|Santa's father comes home from his doctor and, though usually quite active with his grand-children, seems to make every effort to avoid them this day.|
Santa notices his dad avoiding the kids and asks him why this is so.
Immediately the old man whisks his medicine prescription out of his pocket and hands it to Santa.
His father said, "Read that label. That's why!"
Santa takes the bottle and reads, "Take two pills a day. KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN."
|"I'm scared," Banta said to one of his friends. "I got a letter from a guy who said he'd break my legs if I didn't stop seeing his wife."|
"Well," replied his friend, "I guess you'll have to stop seeing his wife."
"Easy for you to say."
"You like her that much?" the friend asks.
"It's not that," declared Banta. "He didn't sign his name!"