<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503</id><updated>2024-09-06T09:11:49.260+07:00</updated><category term="Story"/><category term="funny"/><category term="moral"/><category term="joke"/><title type='text'>All About Story</title><subtitle type='html'>some nice and funny stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-5300292664174617084</id><published>2008-10-17T10:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:50:32.942+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>The Polite way to Pee</title><summary type="text">During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners,asked her students the following question:&#39;Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady,how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?&#39;Michael said, &#39;Just a minute I have to go pee.&#39;The teacher responded by saying, &#39;That would be rude and impolite.What about you Sherman, how would you say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5300292664174617084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/10/polite-way-to-pee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/5300292664174617084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/5300292664174617084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/10/polite-way-to-pee.html' title='The Polite way to Pee'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-1469607777594116783</id><published>2008-10-16T10:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:56:24.612+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Read This!!!</title><summary type="text">One day a farmer&#39;s donkey fell down into a well.The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure outwhat to do.Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be coveredup anyway;it just wasn&#39;t worth it to retrieve the donkey.He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.At first, the donkey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/1469607777594116783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/1469607777594116783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/1469607777594116783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-this.html' title='Read This!!!'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-6454354115289037546</id><published>2008-08-25T06:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:49:09.007+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Three sons and their mom</title><summary type="text">Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered.Getting together for Christmas, they discussed the giftsthey were able to give their elderly mother.The first said, &quot;I built a big house for our mother.&quot;The second said, &quot;I sent her a Mercedes.&quot;The third smiled and said, &quot;I&#39;ve got you both beat. Youremember how mom enjoyed reading the Bible? And you know shecan&#39;t see very well. So I sent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6454354115289037546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-sons-and-their-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/6454354115289037546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/6454354115289037546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-sons-and-their-mom.html' title='Three sons and their mom'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-4333707915398684637</id><published>2008-08-22T07:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:47:47.107+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>No Sex Tonight</title><summary type="text">I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.This is the example.....One evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says &quot;I don&#39;t feel like it, I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/4333707915398684637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-sex-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/4333707915398684637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/4333707915398684637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-sex-tonight.html' title='No Sex Tonight'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-5697677346272918244</id><published>2008-05-26T16:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:57:16.798+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>What is Love</title><summary type="text">A group of 4 to 8 year-old Children was asked, &quot;What does love mean?&quot;The answers they gave were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.Love is when    you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday (Tina - age7)My mommy loves    me more than anybody. You don&#39;t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night    (Clare - Age 5)When someone    loves you, the way they say your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/5697677346272918244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/5697677346272918244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/5697677346272918244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-2725220217367044759</id><published>2008-05-26T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:31:06.440+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>An Old Lady on the Cruise Ship</title><summary type="text">An old lady was standing at the railing of the cruise ship holding her hat tight so that it would not blow away in the wind.A gentleman approached her and said, &quot;Pardon me, madam. I do not intend to be forward but did you know that your dress is blowing up in this high wind?&quot;Yes, I know,&quot; said the lady. &quot;I need both my hands to hold onto this hat.&quot;But madam, you must know that you are not wearing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/2725220217367044759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-lady-on-cruise-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/2725220217367044759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/2725220217367044759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-lady-on-cruise-ship.html' title='An Old Lady on the Cruise Ship'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-6124303309129091637</id><published>2008-05-17T16:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:00:58.763+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Love in a Mental Hospital</title><summary type="text">Jim and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end.He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.Edna promptly jumped in to save him.She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna&#39;s heroic act, she immediately ordered her to be discharged from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/6124303309129091637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-in-mental-hospital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/6124303309129091637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/6124303309129091637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-in-mental-hospital.html' title='Love in a Mental Hospital'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8664721761511223503.post-7677131367446253825</id><published>2008-05-12T16:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:04:56.315+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Dont Interrupt!</title><summary type="text">Little Johnny watched his daddy&#39;s car pass by the school playgroundand go into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy andAunt Jane in a passionate embrace. Little Johnny found this so excitingthat he could not contain himself as he ran home and started to tell hismother, &quot;Mommy, I was at the playground and I saw Daddy&#39;s car go intothe woods with Aunt Jane.I went back to look and he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/feeds/7677131367446253825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-interrupt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/7677131367446253825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8664721761511223503/posts/default/7677131367446253825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auliafaiz.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-interrupt.html' title='Dont Interrupt!'/><author><name>jania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05233332584488662114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>