This guy was driving in a car with Santa Singh. He told him to stick his head out the window and see if the blinker worked. Santa stuck her head out and said, Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes..
Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, this driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.
Approaching the car, he notices that there are five Sikhs - two in the front seat and three in the back - eyes wide and white as ghosts.
The driver Santa Singh, obviously confused, says to him, "Officer, I dont understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?"
"Sir," the officer replies, "You werent speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers."
"Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly... Twenty-Two miles an hour!" Santa says a bit proudly.
The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that "22" was the route number, not the speed limit.
A bit embarrassed, Santa grinned and thanked theofficer for pointing out his error.
"But before I let you go, Sir, I have to ask... Is everyone in this car ok? these people seem awfully shaken and they havent muttered a single peep this whole time." the officer asks.
"Oh, theyll be alright in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119." Said Santa.
More Sardar Jokes
Santa Singh and Banta Singh get a contract to paint a flagpole. While trying to compute the area, so they'll know how much paint to buy, Santa stands on Banta's shoulders and stretches to reach the top to compute the height. His reach is short by several inches. So, Banta says may be if they switch positions, because he is taller maybe he can touch the top.
While sitting, pondering another approach to computing the area, a weight lifter comes by. Santa and Banta explain their problem. The weightlifter goes over, wrestles the flagpole out of its socket, lays it down, measures it from bottom to top, gives them the figure, then manhandles the flagpole back into its cement socket and walks off.
Santa looks at Banta, then says, "Now isnt that weightlifter awfully stupid! You ask him the height and he gives you the length of the pole!"
A cop pulls up Santa and Banta while they are drunk and driving, and says to the Santa, "Whats your name and address?"
"Im Santa Singh, of no fixed address."
The cop turns to the drunk Banta, and asks the same question.
"Im Banta Singh, and I live in the flat above Santa."