> George Bush was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next
> when his telephone rang.
>
> 'Hello, Mr. Bush!' a heavily accented voice said, 'This is Gurmukh
> from Phagwara, District Kapurthala, Punjab . I am ringing to inform
> you that we are officially declaring war on you!'
>
> 'Well, Gurmukh,' Bush replied, 'This is indeed important news! How big
> is your army?'
>
> 'Right now,' said Gurmukh, after a moment's calculation, 'there is
> myself, my cousin Sukhdev, my next door neighbor Bhagat, and the
> entire kabaddi team from the gurudwara. That makes eight'
>
> Bush paused. 'I must tell you, Gurmukh that I have one million men in
> my army waiting to move on my command.'
>
> 'Arrey O! Main kya..' said Gurmukh. 'I'll have to ring you back!'
>
> Sure enough, Gurmukh rang again the next day.
>
> 'Mr. Bush, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves
> airborne ... We've modified Amrik's tractor by adding a couple of
> shotguns, sticking on some wings and the pind's generator. Four school
> pass boys from Malpur have joined us as well!'
>
> Bush was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. 'I must tell
> you, Gurmukh, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My
> military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile
> sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO
> MILLION!'
>
> 'Tera pala hove....' said Gurmukh, 'I'll have to ring you back.'
>
> Sure enough, Gurmukh called again the next day.
>
> 'Kiddan, Mr.Bush! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war.'
>
> 'I'm sorry to hear that,' said Bush. 'Why the sudden change of heart'
>
> 'Well,' said Gurmukh, 'we've all had a long chat over a couple of
> lassi's, and decided there's no way we can feed two million prisoners
> of wars!'
>
> NOW THAT'S CALLED CONFIDENCE …
