| Santa and Banta had been having a few beers at the bar together recounting old times when the call of nature caused them to line up at the same time, still deep in conversation. But Santa could hardly ignore the fact that Banta was very well endowed. "I say, that's a remarkable dong you have there," Santa was prompted to remark. "Wasn't always that way," replied Banta. "Medical science can do wonders with transplants these days," he said. "I got this done in Chandigarh. It costs me twenty thousand bucks, but as you can see, well worth every rupee." Santa was envious. In fact, he packed his bag that night and drove to Chandigarh. It was a good six months later before he ran into Banta once again and he could hardly wait to tell him that he had taken his advice and was well pleased with the result. "You were diddled. I got mine for ten thousand bucks only." Banta could hardly believe it. Same address in Chandigarh, same doctor. Complaining that he had been ripped off, he asked Santa if he could have a look. Once more they lined up at the loo and when Banta took a peek over the partition the worried frown which had creased his face disappeared and he starts laughing. "What happened, why are you laughing?" "No wonder," Banta laughed. "That's my old one!" |