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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" 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-1255704790974972355</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:06:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>jokes</category><category>women</category><category>sex</category><category>daytime</category><category>fairy</category><category>sardar</category><category>barber</category><category>condom</category><category>Santa Banta</category><category>it consultant</category><category>adult jokes</category><category>god</category><category>Husband and wife jokes</category><category>Blonde joke</category><category>affair</category><category>hot</category><category>Warm and Moist</category><category>orgasm</category><category>adult</category><category>Little Johnny</category><category>sardarji jokes</category><category>crazy facts</category><title>E-Mail Chutney</title><description>All the fun in the net....here.</description><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/E-mailChutney" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="e-mailchutney" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-4210361091250461741</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T07:23:44.072-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fairy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adult jokes</category><title>Hot sex fairy</title><atom:summary>The Sex FairyThis message has been sent to you for good luck in sex. If the email is forwarded to 10 other folks, the "hot sex fairy" will visit you in four days. If YOU forward it to 10 other people, then the fairy visits you (and so on, and so on.) Given the fact that I've got some 3 readers of my blog who have loads of friends, I figure that maybe by posting the email it will increase my own </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/11/hot-sex-fairy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-4273169048643243553</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-20T10:01:16.097-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adult jokes</category><title>I like your beard</title><atom:summary>A married man was visiting his "girlfriend" when she requested that he shave his beard. "Oh James, I like your beard, but I would really love to see your handsome face."James replied, "My wife loves this beard. I couldn't possibly do it. She would kill me!!""Oh please?" the girlfriend asked again, in a sexy little voice..."Really, I can't," he replied. "My wife loves this beard!!"The girlfriend </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like-your-beard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-2628626161885154997</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T08:20:14.046-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Johnny</category><title>Little Johnny the Smart Salesman</title><atom:summary>The kids filed back into class Monday morning. They were very excited. Their weekend assignment was to sell something, then give a talk on productive salesmanship.  Little Mary led off: "I sold girl scout cookies and I made $30," she said proudly, "my sales approach was to appeal to the customer's civil spirit and I credit that approach for my obvious success." "Very good," said the teacher.  </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-johnny-smart-salesman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-9132995870991063742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T08:15:28.639-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Johnny</category><title>Black eyes</title><atom:summary>The naughty, Little Johnny comes home from catholic school with a black eye.His father sees it and says, "Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you not to fight with the other boys?""But Dad, it was not my fault. We were all in church saying our prayers. We all stood up and my teacher in front of me had her dress in the crack of her butt. I reached over and pulled it out. That`s when she hit </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-1082294382735031658</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T08:07:47.684-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Johnny</category><title>Where is P?</title><atom:summary>Little Johnny asks the teacher, "Teacher, can I go to the bathroom?"The teacher replies, "Yes, but only after you recite the alphabet, Johnny." Little Johnny says, "Fine!" Then he quickly babbles out: "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNO QRSTUVWXYZ!!!"The teacher asks him, "Where is the P, Johnny?"Johnny screams, "IT'S RUNNING DOWN MY LEG!!!</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-is-p.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-8033567695550493800</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T08:00:28.632-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blonde joke</category><title>Blonde loses weight</title><atom:summary>An obese blonde with unhealthy overweight, went to Doctor.Her doctor put her on a diet with strict advise. "I want you to eat regularly for two days and then skip a day. I want you to repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. The next time I see you, you'll have lost at least 5 pounds."When the blonde returned, she shocked the doctor by losing nearly 20 pounds. "Wow, this is amazing!" the doctor said, "</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/blonde-loses-weight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-2018976264188550309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T07:57:11.793-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Santa Banta</category><title>Santa Banta Collection</title><atom:summary>Santa : Why did the man put his radio in his refrigerator?Banta : I give up.Santa : Stupid, because he wanted to hear cool musicJasmeet : "Your honor, I want to divorce my husband Santa."Judge : "But why ?"Jasmeet : "Because he is not faithful to me."Judge : "How do you know ?"Jasmeet : "My lord, not a single child resembles him."From his death bed, Santa called his wife Jasmeet and said, "One </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/santa-banta-collection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-290703098668213990</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T07:53:11.856-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Little Johnny</category><title>Little Johnny</title><atom:summary>A teacher asks her class, ''If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?'' She calls on little Johnny.''None, they all fly away with the first gunshot.''The teacher replies, ''The correct answer is 4, but I like the way you think.''Then Little Johnny says, ''I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-johnny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-3768256897318902480</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 23:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T16:48:19.357-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>3 old guys</title><atom:summary>"Sixty is the worst age to be," said the 60-year-old man. "You always feel like you have to pee and most of the time you stand there and nothing comes out.""Ah, that's nothin," said the 70-year-old. "When you're seventy, you don't have a bowel movement any more. You take laxatives, eat bran, sit on the toilet all day and nothin' comes out!""Actually," said the 80-year -old, "Eighty is the worst </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-old-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-1276992591040359412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T09:46:01.707-07:00</atom:updated><title>A gift to mom</title><atom:summary>Four brothers left home for college, and they became successful doctors and lawyers and prospered. Some years later, they chatted after having dinner together. They discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother who lived far away in another city.The first said, "I had a big house built for Mama."The second said, "I had a hundred thousand dollar theater built in the house."The </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/gift-to-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-7757004609778899446</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T09:36:17.202-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Where is the money</title><atom:summary>A Mafia Godfather finds out that his book-keeper has screwed him for ten million bucks.This book-keeper is deaf and it was considered an occupational benefit why he got the job in the first place, since it was assumed that a deaf book-keeper would not be able to hear anything and never have to testify in court.When the Godfather goes to shake down the book-keeper about his missing $10 million </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-is-money.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-8186503929154669614</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T09:34:06.888-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sardarji jokes</category><title>Sardarji's Mom's Letter</title><atom:summary>Dear bantaVahe Guru !I am in a well here and hoping you are in the same well there. I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.I wont be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/sardarjis-moms-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-3352589465600277148</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T08:53:56.365-07:00</atom:updated><title>This is the maid</title><atom:summary>A guy dials his home and a strange woman answers.The guy says, "Who is this?""This is the maid," answers the woman."We don't have a maid," says the man.The woman says, "I was hired this morning by the woman of the house."The man says, "Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"The woman replies, "She is upstairs in the bed room with someone who I figured was her husband."The guy is fuming and says</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-maid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-4646236860866955148</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T08:22:19.728-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Some rules cannot be followed</title><atom:summary>A lady manager of a big reputed office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into her office."What is your name?" was the first thing she asked the new guy."John," the new guy replied.She scowled, "Look... I don't know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority.I refer </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-rules-cannot-be-followed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-5281591456228933175</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T08:26:37.502-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Warm and Moist</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>Warm and Moist</title><atom:summary>MAN: I'd like to buy some dog food.CHECKOUT LADY: Do you have a dog?MAN: Yes.CHECKOUT LADY: Where is he?MAN: He's at home.CHECKOUT LADY: I'm sorry, I can't sell this dog food to you unless I see the dog. Store policy.The next day, the man returns.MAN: I'd like to buy some cat food.CHECKOUT LADY: Do you have a cat?MAN: Yes.CHECKOUT LADY: Well...where is she?MAN: She's at home!CHECKOUT LADY: Sorry,</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/03/warm-and-moist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-3092908870474295828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T08:30:50.130-08:00</atom:updated><title>What to Wear</title><atom:summary>-------------------A man, called to an audit by the IRS, asked his accountant for advice on what to wear. 'Wear your shabbiest clothing. Let him think you are a pauper.' Then he asked his lawyer the same question, but got the opposite advice. 'Do not let them intimidate you. Wear your most elegant suit and tie.' Confused, the man went to his buddy, told him of the conflicting advice, and </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-wear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-6108645462088898447</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-07T08:32:02.467-08:00</atom:updated><title>Schedule for sex</title><atom:summary>----------------------A young wife, who was becoming frustrated with her young husbands constant  demands for sex, decides to make a schedule for him, to cut down on the  amount of times that they will have to make love for the rest of their  marriage. While getting ready for work, she writes on a piece of paper, "Honey, you  know I love you, but your never ending requests for sex are leaving me</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/schedule-for-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-1261581999771585387</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T08:24:00.243-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">condom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daytime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">affair</category><title>Daytime Affair</title><atom:summary>A woman was having a daytime affair while her husband was at work. One wet and lusty day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway."Oh my God - Hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window. My husband's home early!" "I can't jump out the window ~ It's raining out there!" "If my husband catches us in here, he'll kill us both!" she</atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/daytime-affair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-1442660526525562889</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T08:29:37.370-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adult jokes</category><title>Honesty is best policy</title><atom:summary>Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. So they loaded up Jack'sminivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked theattractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night."I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/honesty-is-best-policy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-3496487503545873144</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T08:29:55.981-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>Still Women likes man</title><atom:summary>Interesting factsMen are like computers – hard to figure out and never have enough memory Men are like coolers – load them with beer and you can take them anywhere Men are like chocolate bars – sweet, smooth and they usually head right for your hips Men are like coffee – the best ones are rich, warm, and can keep you up all night Men are like horoscopes – they always tell you what to do and are </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-women-likes-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-7542391923108031264</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T08:31:29.908-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Husband and wife jokes</category><title>Husband and wife</title><atom:summary>Husband &amp; Wife - Why divorce?In a divorce court a woman requested the judge:"Your honor, I want to divorce my husband.""But why ?" asked the judge.She replied, "Because he is not faithful to me."The judge asked, "How do you know ?"She replied, "My lord, not a single child resembles him."__________________________________________________Husband &amp; Wife - Love Your EnemyFrom his death bed, the </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/husband-and-wife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-5877747460462888991</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-05T04:10:05.832-08:00</atom:updated><title>Some Funny Facts</title><atom:summary>Similarities BRA and BAR
Both are drinking joints
Both have restriction time on closing and opening timings.
Both are flashy.
When open, both drive men mad.
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Why women wear undergarments with flowers printed on them?
To pay tribute to men who got buried under them.
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Why was the sardar </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-funny-facts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-5881470242555762828</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T08:32:03.219-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love Lust &amp; Marriage</title><atom:summary>(Very True)LOVE - When your eyes meet across a crowded room.LUST- when your tongues meet across a crowded room.MARRIAGE - When you try to lose your spouse in a crowded room.LOVE - When intercourse is called "making love."LUST - When intercourse is called "screwing."MARRIAGE - When intercourse is a town in Pennsylvania. There really is one.LOVE - When you argue over how many children to have.LUST </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-lust-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-3453332696037207043</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-01T05:24:39.184-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">god</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barber</category><title>God Does'nt exist</title><atom:summary>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists.""Why do you say that?"asked the customer."Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2008/01/god-doesnt-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255704790974972355.post-2657319825346020665</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T21:59:44.434-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jokes</category><title>The Wise Sardar</title><atom:summary>A Sardar and an American are seated next to each other on a flight from Los Angeles to New York . The American asks if he would like to play a fun-game.The Sardar, tired, just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.The American persists and explains that the game is easy and a lot of fun.He says, "I ask you a question, and if you don't know </atom:summary><link>http://emailchutney.blogspot.com/2007/12/wise-sardar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Saran)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

