<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2024 21:22:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>desi jokes</category><category>fun</category><category>funny</category><category>jokes</category><title>Blaughter</title><description>Laughs Out loud</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-919013398225817219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T12:59:29.940-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">desi jokes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Parking Spot</title><description>John was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn&#39;t find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven, he said &quot;Lord, take pity on me, &quot;If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up tequila.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, a parking place appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John looked up again and said,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Never mind. I found one.&quot;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/parking-spot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-2019270722599207012</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:20:30.714-07:00</atom:updated><title>You Got Mail</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sheraz is racking leaves in his yard and he sees his neighbor Rani coming out of her house and checking the mail box and then slamming it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;then rani comes out again, checks the mailbox and slams it again..third time she comes and does the same thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;so sheraz finally asks her..rani whats wrong..why do u keep coming and checking for ur mail and slamming the mail box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Rani says: my stupid computer keeps on saying &#39;u got mail&#39; ... :P&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-got-mail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1912377493782674016</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:18:33.272-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lawyer</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Vakeel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tallaq karwanay k Rs.50,000/- lagain gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Pagal ho kia? Qazi ne Rs. 101/- mai shaadi karwai thi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Vakeel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Dekh lia na sastay kaam ka nateeja..........&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/lawyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6556525807712050974</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:17:12.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Heaven</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Einstein, Piccaso and George W. Bush were standing at the heavens gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The gate keeper asked Einstein: &quot;Who are you?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Einstein replied: &quot;I am Einstein&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The gate keeper aasked: &quot;How can I be sure that you are the real Einstein?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;And Einstein brought a board and wrote down all of his formulae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;You surely are Einstein! In you go!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Next came Picasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;who are you?&quot;, he was asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I am Picasso&quot;, he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Just as Einstein proved it, you too prove it to me&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;And so Picasso brought his canvas and painted soem beautiful portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;You surely are Picasso! In you go!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Next came Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who are you?&quot; He was asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am Bush jr.&quot; he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Just as Einstein and Picasso proved it, you too prove it to me.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;And Bush replied: &quot;Who the hell are Einstein and Picasso?!?!???!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;You surely are George Bush! In you go!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5511546317778061871</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:15:34.541-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kanjoos Baap</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Beta aik aur icecream khao gaye? kanjoos baap nay apnay betay say poocha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Beta: lekin abbu jaan aap nay aik icecream bhi nai dilaii ab tak :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Baap: tum bhool rahay ho beta  jab hum pichlay saal yahan aaye thay toh aik icecream nahi khai thi kia?&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanjoos-baap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5221786463515487007</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:14:38.489-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kanjoos Mareez</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Doctor (nurse say): Woh Kanjoos mareez ab kis baat per naraz ho raha hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Nurse: Is baat per kay dawai khatam honay say pehle hi woh thik hogaya.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanjoos-mareez.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3087594773327115727</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:10:25.766-07:00</atom:updated><title>Biwi</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ek dost nay doosray dost say kaha: Tumhein apni biwi kay saath kapray dhoney main sharam nahi aati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Dosre dost nay kaha: Is main sharam ki kiya baat hai, jab woh meray saath rotiyaan paka sakti hai to kiya main us kay saath kaprey nahi dho sakta?&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/biwi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6462247947835063631</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:09:47.294-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chor</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ek chor ki biwi shohar say kehnay lagi: ghar ka rashan khatam hogaya hai jaldi se lekar ayein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Chor (biwi se): Le aaonga aisee bhi kya jaldi hai zara dukanien to band hone do &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/chor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8975179370198911147</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:09:16.029-07:00</atom:updated><title>MotorCycle</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;aik sikh raat k waqt motorcycle pay ja raha tha, achanak thanddi hawa chal pari toh bike roak kar apna coat ulta pahan lia aur button peechay ki taraf kar liye aur bike pay sawar ho gaya, sardi say bachnay ki is nai tarqeeb par bayhad khush tha k dhalaan par bike slip hoi aur woh dharaam say neechay aa gira- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;kuch dair baad wahan bohat say log jama ho gaye, daikha k sardar sahab maray paray hein aur aik sikh un ki laash k pass khara hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;us&#39;say logon nay poocha... kia hua hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;woh bola jab mein pohncha toh sardar jee karaah rahay thay, mein nay jhuk kar daikha toh pata chala k unki gardan mur gai hai mein nay zor laga kar jo gardan seedhi ki tab say nahi bolay. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/motorcycle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8947903962938894391</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:08:14.329-07:00</atom:updated><title>Newspaper</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Yeh tum akhbaar say kon si khabar kaat rahay ho? ik dost nay doosray dost say poocha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;us dost nay kaha:  akhbar mein khabar chappi hai k aik aadmi nay apni biwi ko sirf is baat pay talaaq day di k woh us ki pockets ki talaashi lia karti thi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;woh toh sahi magar tum is khabar ka kia karo gaye? dost nay dobara sawal kia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;dost nay jawab dia: apni pocket mein rakhoon ga&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/newspaper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5650105137537147270</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:07:02.913-07:00</atom:updated><title>Principal</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Maa&#39;n nay betay ko Uthatay howay kaha ... beTay jaldi say uTh jawo warnah school say dair hojayegi ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BeTay nay jawab dia ... maa&#39;n ab main school naheen jayounga ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Maa&#39;n nay hairat say kaha ... lekin aakhir kiyoun ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BeTay nay jawab dia ... isliyeh k school main koi mujhay pasand naheen karta ... school k teacher mera mazaq oRatay hain ... bachchay mujh say nafrat kartay hain ... aisay main, mein school kab tak jata rahoun ... Maa&#39;n nay kaha: lekin beTay tumhain school to jana hi paRega ... aakhir ko tum school k Principal ho. :P&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/principal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4669981734595564087</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:06:19.975-07:00</atom:updated><title>Time</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ek sahab nay train main sooey howay admi say time poocha tu us nay ek thappar martay howay kaha 1 baja hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;toh woh sahab shukar ada kartay howay bolay k shukar hai main nay ek ganta pehlay nahi poocha werna 12 par jatay. :P&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4194069920404149759</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:05:30.207-07:00</atom:updated><title>COINCIDENCE</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Teacher: Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;one Student: Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the sameday sametime.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/coincidence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-689335139711952614</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:05:01.822-07:00</atom:updated><title>Telegram</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Tom : How should I convey the news to my father that I&#39;ve failed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;David: You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year&#39;s performance repeated.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/telegram.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6588520143056950229</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:04:17.958-07:00</atom:updated><title>Teacher</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Teacher: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Pupil: A teacher.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/teacher.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5265944215229431365</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:03:46.342-07:00</atom:updated><title>Aik Dost</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Aik dost doosray dost say: pata hai meray aik dost nay karachi say dubai samandar kay rastay tair kar janay ka programm banaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;dosra dost: to kia woh wahan pohanchnay main kamyaab ho gaya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Pehla dost: nahi jab dubai ka sahil 1 mile door rah gaya to woh thak gaya aur wapas karachi aagaya.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/aik-dost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3738240790543019461</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:03:07.358-07:00</atom:updated><title>Post Master</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Customer: If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Canada in two days time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Post Master : Yes sir, it definitely will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Customer : I bet you, it won&#39;t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Post Master : Why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Customer : It&#39;s addressed to Japan. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-master.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6922385331173309023</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:01:14.727-07:00</atom:updated><title>Choices</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Wife : Do you want dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Husband : Sure, what are my choices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Wife : Yes and no. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/choices.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-459806323264111008</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T13:00:38.847-07:00</atom:updated><title>Flag</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar to Shopkeeper: - Mujhe India Ka Flag Dikhao, Shopkeeper nay Flag Dikhaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar: - Isme aur Colour Dikhao.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/flag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1771535788067308828</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:59:18.495-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wish</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The God asked a guy for his wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The guy goes: &quot;I want to go to Hawaii but I am too scared of flying. Can you build a bridge from Los Angeles to Hawaii?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;God said: &quot;You know what it would take to build such a long bridge in the pacific? Concrete, steel, manpower, time etc.. this is such a huge job.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Guy goes: &quot;Ok God. Dont worry about it. I want to understand women. How could i understand their psychology?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;God thought for a momoent and said: &quot;Buddy: how many lanes you want on the Freeway?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/wish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7378329422014779502</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:58:27.725-07:00</atom:updated><title>Microsoft Engineer</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;There are three engineers in a car; an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other wondering what could be wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion, &quot;Why don&#39;t we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open the windows again, and maybe it &#39;ll work !?&quot; :P&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/microsoft-engineer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7822058193230307445</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:57:11.097-07:00</atom:updated><title>O.K.</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Once a Surd was slapped by his friend. He asked him whether he slapped him seriously or just for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;His friend replied &quot;I was serious&quot;. The Surd told &quot;Then it&#39;s O.K. I don&#39;t like people making fun of me&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5064598724718760231</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:56:13.500-07:00</atom:updated><title>THE MIRROR</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A sardar is traveling via train. On his way, he feels the urge to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;So he goes and opens the bathroom door, which happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;to have a mirror in the front.&lt;br /&gt;The sardar thinks there is another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;sardar bhaiwaal in there, quickly shuts the door and returns to his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;seat. Five minutes later he goes again, only to find the same sardar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;bhaiwaal. An hour passes away, he&#39;s made 20 trips to the bathroom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;only to find that the same person is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he finally gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ticked off, goes to the last compartment and tells the TC (Ticket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Checker) what&#39;s been going on. The TC, who also happens to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;sardar, feels bad for him and promises to throw the bum out. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;TC walks down to the compartment with the troubled bathroom to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;get the resident bhaiwaal out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Few minutes later the TC comes back and tell the sardar &quot;I&#39;m sorry, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;can&#39;t do anything. The guy in there is a railway staff member&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8731885455287554625</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:53:32.128-07:00</atom:updated><title>Santa Singh</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Santa Singh was walking on the road and paused to read the graffiti on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;It read &quot;Padne waala gadha.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Santa Singh thought for an hour, erased it and wrote back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;Likhney waala gadha.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/santa-singh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-361444553235421927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T12:52:38.913-07:00</atom:updated><title>Khushi ki Inteha</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Man: My wife is missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;PostMaster: bhai yeh post office hai, Police station nahi. aap police station chh ja kar complaint kijiye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Man: kiya karoon khushi kay maaray kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha so idhar hi chala aaya :P&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/khushi-ki-inteha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>