Santa Singh walks into a bar and sits down next to drunk Banta Singh who is closely examining something held in his fingers.
Santa watches the drunk guy for a while till he finally gets curious enough to ask what it is.
'Well,' said Banta, 'it looks like plastic and feels like rubber.'
'Let me have it,' said Santa. Taking it, he began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, examining it closely. 'Yes,' he finally said, 'it does look like plastic and feel like rubber, but I don't know what it is. Where did you get it?'
'From my nose,' Banta Singh.