The Expert..............

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>
> A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged
> three ducks.
>
> He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was
> about to drive home when he was confronted by an
> honorary game warden who didn't like sardars.
>
> The game warden ordered the sardar to show his
> hunting license, and the sardar pulled out a valid
> Ontario hunting license.
>
> The game warden looked at the license, then reached
> over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its
> butt, and said, 'This duck ain't from Ontario. This
> is a Quebec duck. You got a Quebec huntin' license,
> boy?'
>
>
> The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a
> Quebec hunting license.
>
> The game warden looked at it, then reached over and
> grabbed the second duck, sniffed its butt, and said
> 'This ain't no Quebec duck. This duck's from
> Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?'
>
> The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a
> Manitoba hunting license.
>
> The warden then reached over and picked up the third
> duck, sniffed its butt, and said, 'This ain't no
> Manitoba duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia.
> You got a Nova Scotia huntin' license?'
>
> Again the sardar reached into his wallet and brought
> out a Nova Scotia hunting license.
>
> The game warden was extremely frustrated at this
> point, and he yelled at the sardar 'Just where the
> hell are you from?'
>
> The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped
> his pants, and said, 'You tell me, you're the
> expert.'.

sardarji..............

brilliant sardarji

Nice joke