<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Funafun</title><description>Funafun where fun never ends.Funafun is a place where you can enjoy, relax and recharge yourself. It contains witty jokes,funny videos.Come on to add some fun in your life.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2024 04:32:25 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://funafun.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Funafun where fun never ends.Funafun is a place where you can enjoy, relax and recharge yourself. It contains witty jokes,funny videos.Come on to add some fun in your life.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Comedy"/><itunes:category text="TV &amp; Film"/><itunes:category text="Technology"><itunes:category text="Software How-To"/></itunes:category><itunes:category text="Games &amp; Hobbies"><itunes:category text="Video Games"/></itunes:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>Funny</title><link>http://funafun.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676407929371285593.post-3928302870945372741</guid><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A YOUNG girl went to a priest and confessed that she had incurred the sin of vanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'What makes you think that?'asked the Father confessor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Because every morning when i look into the mirror,I think how beautiful I am.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'Never fear, my child', was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reassuring&lt;/span&gt; reply.'That isn't a sin, it's only a mistake'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Three persons -- an American, an Englishman and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sardarji&lt;/span&gt; were convicted in USA for murder; but they were given a choice -- to die by hanging, or electric chair or an AIDS injection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Englishman opted for the first, and he was hanged. The American said he did not want to die like the Englishman with his tongue sticking out and fighting for life for one or two hours. He opted for the electric chair and he died. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sararji&lt;/span&gt; opted for the AIDS injection, so his trousers were pulled down, and he was given a big dose of AIDS injection &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in his&lt;/span&gt; bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Soon after, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sardarji&lt;/span&gt; was found jumping about, singing and laughing. On being asked what he so happy about, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sardarji&lt;/span&gt; replied, 'You people thought you were very clever giving me that injection but you did not realise that I was wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;condom&lt;/span&gt; at the time!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Today's Jokes</title><link>http://funafun.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-jokes.html</link><category>Funny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2007 10:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676407929371285593.post-653731932031427112</guid><description>SANTA and Banta fell on bad days. Both had lost their jobs and did not know from where they would get their next meal.Let burgle Seth Ameer Chand house/ suggested Banta. He’s said to have lots of silver and gold jewellery.&lt;br /&gt;       The two managed to get into Seth's house after midnight. Santa packed up all the silver plates and cups. Accidentally a cup fell on the marble floor. Some members of the Seth's family wope up and shouted ,'kaun hai?' (Who is there?) Santa had the presence of mind to reply 'Meaoon'.&lt;br /&gt;       Their was silence. Santa put his loot in the bag and slipped out of the house into darkness. Banta contiued to look for other things in the Seth's house. Once again something slipped out of his hand and crashed on the marble floor. Once again came a loud voice demanding, 'Kaun hai?'&lt;br /&gt;(Who is there?)&lt;br /&gt;        Banta replied,'Ek aur billi.'(This is another cat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Tasty Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the regimental Raising Day celebrations, a formal dinner was being organised in the officers' mess. Since some British ex-officers of the regiment were coming, it was decided that the menu should be an English one. The secretary, being a true son of the soil, not only could not quite understand the meaning of horsd' oeuvres, but found it rather difficult to pronounce. At a meeting to discuss the mess function, the commanding officer asked about the menu for the dinner. The mess secretary brought the house down by proudly announcing, 'Sir we shall began with the whore!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GENTLEMAN, very proud of his wit, while leaving for office used to say to his wife:&lt;br /&gt;'Good-bye, Oh Mother of four!'&lt;br /&gt;        One morning, his wife, who had had enough, retorted: 'Ta, Ta! Father of two!'&lt;br /&gt;                     That ended the husband's witticisms.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Spell Bound</title><link>http://funafun.blogspot.com/2007/09/spell-bound_30.html</link><category>spell bound</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Sep 2007 02:35:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5676407929371285593.post-1855700403428775732</guid><description>A man bought a packet of medicine worth Rs 100 and the sales man assure that it is the best medicine for your stomach please take it regularily and after 15 days if their is no benifit you can come and have your money back. The medicine did not work and rather it had adverse effect. The man went to the sales man and told him that i am not been benefitted and please return my money Sales man said how can you say their is no benefit we have been benefitted.and so their is no question of paying the money back.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>