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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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 00:44:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Husband</category><category>politicians</category><category>women</category><category>Life</category><category>Funny nursery rhymes</category><category>smile</category><category>Affair</category><category>Confession</category><category>General humor</category><category>Wedding</category><category>cat humor</category><category>crocodiles</category><category>cat jokes</category><category>Senility</category><category>wife</category><category>Miss Beatrice</category><category>Women's problems</category><category>MBBS Dictionary</category><category>Men</category><category>Painting</category><title>Laughter The Best Medicine</title><description>A collection of a variety of jokes, quotes, funny videos etc etc.</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</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/LaughterTheBestMedicine" /><feedburner:info uri="laughterthebestmedicine" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-6908387011767103019</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 06:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T12:49:49.198+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Senility</category><title>Senility</title><description>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2382415158_e2bf110d26_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3291/2382415158_e2bf110d26_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two elderly women were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning. Ethel noticed something funny about Mabel's ear and she said, ''Mabel, do you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?' Mabel answered, 'I have a suppository in my ear?' She pulled it out and stared at it. Then she said, 'Ethel, I'm glad you saw this thing. Now I think I know where to find my hearing aid.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2382415250_4c65175fbc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2382415250_4c65175fbc_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in the paper, but added that he died of gonorrhea. No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly, 'You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea.' Replied the widow, 'I nursed him night and day so of course I know he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big shit he always was.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2382415338_e5d86a22ef_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2382415338_e5d86a22ef_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; An elderly couple were on a cruise and it was really stormy. They were standing on the back of the boat watching the moon, when a wave came up and washed the old woman overboard. They searched for days and couldn't find her, so the captain sent the old man back to shore with the promise that he would notify him as soon as they found something. Three weeks went by and finally the old man got a fax from the boat. It read: 'Sir, sorry to inform you, we found your wife dead at the bottom of the ocean. We hauled her up to the deck and attached to her butt was an oyster and in it was a pearl worth $50,000 . please advise.' The old man faxed back: 'Send me the pearl and re-bait the trap.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/2381583815_f6f8a853ed_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/2381583815_f6f8a853ed_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the pall bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket . They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive! She lives for ten more years, and then dies. Once again, a ceremony is held, and at the end of it, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket. As they carry the casket towards the door, the husband cries out, 'Watch that wall!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2055/2382415518_69be9a45dc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2055/2382415518_69be9a45dc_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong. She said, 'I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee.' I said, 'Well, then why are you crying?' She said, 'He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half the aft ernoon.I said, 'Well, why are you crying?' She said, 'For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 a.m.' I said, 'Well, why in the world would you be crying?' She said, 'I can't remember where I live!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2381584003_697568ecb3_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2381584003_697568ecb3_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two elderly ladies had been friends for many decades. Over the years they had shared all kinds of activities and adventures. Lately, their activities had been limited to meeting a few times a week to play cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they were playing cards when one looked at the other and said, 'Now don't get mad at me....I know we've been friends for a long time.....but I just can't think of your name! I've thought and thought, but I can't remember it. Please tell me what your name is.' Her friend glared at her. For at least three minutes she just stared and glared at her. Fi nally she said, 'How soon do you need to know?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SENILITY PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway,the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-6908387011767103019?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2008/04/senility.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-2019602120581273477</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T08:44:21.644+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wedding</category><title>Why Wedding Dresses Are White</title><description>A son asked his mother the following question: "Mom, why are wedding dresses white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother looks at her son and replies, "Son, this shows your friends and relatives that your bride is pure." The son thanks his Mom and goes off to double-check this with his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad why are wedding dresses white?" The father looks at his son in surprise and says, "Son, all household appliances come in white."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-2019602120581273477?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-wedding-dresses-are-white.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-6895442207269221351</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T09:55:32.834+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">General humor</category><title>Never Did Anything Wild</title><description>I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.We decided to grab a bite at the food court.I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.The teenager had spiked hair in all different colours: &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kept staring at him.The teenager would look and find him staring every time. When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked,"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the matter, old man, never done anything wild in your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response, knowing he would have a good one - and in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yes I did. Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-6895442207269221351?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-did-anything-wild.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-8026091333569012049</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-14T13:03:57.101+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MBBS Dictionary</category><title>The MBBS Dictionary of a different kind</title><description>1) Antibody - Against everybody&lt;br /&gt;2) Artery - The study of fine paintings&lt;br /&gt;3) Bacteria - Back door to a cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;4) Bowel - Letters like a,e,I,o,u&lt;br /&gt;5) Caesarian Section - A district in Rome&lt;br /&gt;6) Cardiology - Advanced study of Poker playing &lt;br /&gt;7) Cat Scan - Searching for lost kitty&lt;br /&gt;8) Coma - Punctuation mark Yaar, Simple!&lt;br /&gt;9) Cyst - A short for sister&lt;br /&gt;10) Diagnosis - Person with slanted nose&lt;br /&gt;11) Dilate - The late British Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;12) Enema - Not a friend&lt;br /&gt;13) False Labor - Pretending to work&lt;br /&gt;14) Genes - Blue denim&lt;br /&gt;15) Hernia - She is close by&lt;br /&gt;16) Hymen - Greeting to several males&lt;br /&gt;17) Impotent - distinguished / well-known&lt;br /&gt;18) Labor Pain - Hurt at work&lt;br /&gt;19) Menopause - Men no wait&lt;br /&gt;20) Microbes - Small dressing gowns&lt;br /&gt;21) Obesity - City of Obe&lt;br /&gt;22) Pacemaker - Winner of Nobel Peace Prize&lt;br /&gt;23) Protein - in favor of teens&lt;br /&gt;24) Pulse – Grain&lt;br /&gt;25) Pus - Small cat&lt;br /&gt;26) Red Blood Count – Dracula&lt;br /&gt;27) Secretion – Hiding anything&lt;br /&gt;28) Tablet - Small table&lt;br /&gt;29) Urine - Opposite of you are out&lt;br /&gt;30) Varicose - Very close&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-8026091333569012049?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/mbbs-dictionary-of-different-kind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-455466983929362357</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-14T12:54:35.440+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">women</category><title>The Italian Job</title><description>A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife answers: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband laughs and says: An Italian girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman kept quiet and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he picks her up at the airport and asks:"So, honey, how was the trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, thank you.""And, what happened to my present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which present?" She asked.The one I asked for - an Italian girl "Oh, that" she said "Well, I did what I could; now we have to wait for nine months to see if it is a girl!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; Don't tempt a woman, they are dangerous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-455466983929362357?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2008/01/italian-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-2784922435882068148</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 06:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T15:09:52.738+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">General humor</category><title>Got Any Coins?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny wanted to have sex with a girl in his office, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but she belonged to someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2gFhAbUSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GBWxqQ9mlWk/s1600-h/pic+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124427967637442850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2gFhAbUSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GBWxqQ9mlWk/s320/pic+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said, 'I'll give you a £100 if you let me have sex with you. But the girl said NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2gvBAbUUI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ohFShDYD0I/s1600-h/pic+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124428680602014018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2gvBAbUUI/AAAAAAAAABE/8ohFShDYD0I/s320/pic+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny said, 'I'll be fast. I'll throw the money on the floor, you bend down, and I'll be finished by the time you pick it up. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g0hAbUVI/AAAAAAAAABM/JQzd0SvmsPw/s1600-h/pic+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124428775091294546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g0hAbUVI/AAAAAAAAABM/JQzd0SvmsPw/s320/pic+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend... So she called her boyfriend and told him the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g6xAbUWI/AAAAAAAAABU/17vknbv-x4I/s1600-h/pic+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124428882465476962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g6xAbUWI/AAAAAAAAABU/17vknbv-x4I/s320/pic+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her boyfriend says, 'Ask him for £200, pick up the money very fast, he won't even be able to get his pants down.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g_BAbUXI/AAAAAAAAABc/o0i-fmlFRd4/s1600-h/pic+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124428955479921010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2g_BAbUXI/AAAAAAAAABc/o0i-fmlFRd4/s320/pic+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she agrees and accepts the proposal. Half an hour goes by, and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hDRAbUYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cr0HmdYYTL8/s1600-h/pic+6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124429028494365058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hDRAbUYI/AAAAAAAAABk/Cr0HmdYYTL8/s320/pic+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after 45 minutes, the boyfriend calls and asks what happened. &lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She responded, 'The bastard used coins!' &lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hTRAbUZI/AAAAAAAAABs/S542_Hvuhc4/s1600-h/pic+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124429303372272018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hTRAbUZI/AAAAAAAAABs/S542_Hvuhc4/s320/pic+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Management lesson&lt;/span&gt;: Always consider a business proposal in its entirety before agreeing to it and avoid getting screwed! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hgxAbUaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K9eHYMiASlk/s1600-h/pic+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124429535300506018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hgxAbUaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/K9eHYMiASlk/s320/pic+8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hmhAbUbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VKWJ0oq_hvg/s1600-h/pic+9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124429634084753842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2hmhAbUbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VKWJ0oq_hvg/s320/pic+9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-2784922435882068148?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-any-coins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/Rx2gFhAbUSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GBWxqQ9mlWk/s72-c/pic+1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-378624254299570583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T18:47:29.469+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">General humor</category><title>Don't Copy If You Can't Paste</title><description>At training program for the top management A well-known motivational speaker gathering the entire crowd's attention, said, "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife !" The crowd was shocked! He followed up by saying, "That woman was my mother!" The crowd burst into laughter and he gave his speech, which was well received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, one of the top managers who had the training decided to use that joke at his house. He tried to rehearse the joke in his head. It  was a bit foggy to him. He said loudly, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my wife!" Naturally, his wife was shell shocked, murmuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After standing there for almost 10 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke, the manager finally blurted out "... And I can't remember who she was !" As expected, he got thrashing of his life time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Moral of the story: Don't copy, If you can't paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-378624254299570583?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-copy-if-you-cant-paste.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-3314552101950424167</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T15:30:09.712+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Miss Beatrice</category><title>Miss Beatrice</title><description>Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness and kindness to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared tea. As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young minister noticed a cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water, and in the water floated, of all things, a condom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and He could no longer resist. "Miss Beatrice", he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" pointing to the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes," she replied, "Isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground.  The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-3314552101950424167?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/miss-beatrice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-5035955301832944105</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 08:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-11T14:31:46.252+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Painting</category><title>The Painting</title><description>At the National Art Gallery in Dublin , a husband and wife were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused. The painting depicted 3 black men totally naked, sitting on a park bench. Two of the figures had black willies, but the one in the middle had a pink willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curator of the gallery realized that they were having trouble interpreting the painting and offered his personal assessment. He went on for over half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of African Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society. "In fact", he pointed out, "some serious critics believe that the pink willy also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the curator left, an Irishman approached the couple and said,"Would you like to know what the painting is really about?""Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery?", asked the couple."Because I'm the guy who painted the picture," he replied."In fact, there are no African Americans depicted at all. They're just three Irish coal miners. The guy in the middle went home for lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-5035955301832944105?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/painting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-6394916981059139326</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-19T10:26:47.079+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Women's problems</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Men</category><title>Women's problems start with MEN</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ever noticed how all of women's&lt;br /&gt;problems start with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;MENtal illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MENstrual cramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;MENtal breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MENopause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;GUYnocologist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AND when we have REAL trouble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;HISterectomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-6394916981059139326?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/womens-problems-start-with-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-6479981311660009304</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T15:09:53.831+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">smile</category><title>Some pictures to make you smile</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rf_7sngOYjk/s1600-h/Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rf_7sngOYjk/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111769101018573922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gvJBBijuJgw/s1600-h/smile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gvJBBijuJgw/s320/smile1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111769101018573938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrII/AAAAAAAAAAc/c4TD1LF5pEI/s1600-h/smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrII/AAAAAAAAAAc/c4TD1LF5pEI/s320/smile2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111769101018573954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lP8W_37nWjo/s1600-h/smile4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lP8W_37nWjo/s320/smile4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111769101018573970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6wAHrKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wqxkNs43Sbk/s1600-h/smile5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6wAHrKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wqxkNs43Sbk/s320/smile5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111769105313541282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-6479981311660009304?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-pictures-to-make-you-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCR_RIa-shw/RvCm6gAHrGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Rf_7sngOYjk/s72-c/Smile.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4701281248376901938</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 07:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T13:19:05.845+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politicians</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crocodiles</category><title>Two crocodiles by a lake</title><description>Two Crocodiles were sitting at the side of the swamp near the lake in a certain country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smaller one turned to the bigger one and said, "I can't understand how you can be so much bigger than me.  We're the same age, we were the same size as kids.  I just don't get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the big Crock, "what have you been eating? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Politicians, same as you," replied the small Crock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm well, where do you catch them?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down the other side of the swamp near the parking lot by the Parliament."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Same here.  Hmm, how do you catch them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I crawl up under one of their Lexus cars and wait for one &lt;br /&gt;to unlock the car door.  Then I jump out, grab them by the leg, &lt;br /&gt;shake the shit out of them and eat 'em!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!" says the big Crocodile, "I think I see your problem.  You're &lt;br /&gt;not getting any real nourishment.  See, by the time you finish shaking &lt;br /&gt;the shit out of a Politician, there's nothing left but an arsehole and a&lt;br /&gt;brief case!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4701281248376901938?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-crocodiles-by-lake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-1758407896799670601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-06T08:50:28.701+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wife</category><title>Pleasing a Woman</title><description>A store that sells new husbands has just opened where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the product increases as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! &lt;br /&gt;So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, and are Extremely Good Looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and the sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and&lt;br /&gt;Help With Housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and the sign reads: &lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, Help with Housework, and Have a Strong Romantic Streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes on to the sixth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner also opened a New Wives store just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first floor has wives that love sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor has wives that love sex and have money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third through sixth floors have never been visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-1758407896799670601?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pleasing-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4362338483836225215</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-05T09:25:36.460+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Confession</category><title>An Italian Boys Confession</title><description>Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose woman.&lt;br /&gt;"The priest asks, "Is that you, little Johnny Parisi?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Father, it is."&lt;br /&gt;"And who was the woman you were with?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell you, Father, I don't want to ruin her reputation."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Johnny, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Tina Minetti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Teresa Volpe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never tell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Nina Capelli?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but I cannot name her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Cathy Piriano?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My lips are sealed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was it Rosa Di Angelo, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, Father, I cannot tell you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest sighs in frustration. "You're very tight lipped, Johnny Parisi, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johnny walks back to his pew, and his friend Nino slides over and whispers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What'd you get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Four months vacation and five good leads."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4362338483836225215?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-boys-confession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4717043886117747756</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-01T15:26:52.432+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Affair</category><title>Best Excuse for having an affair</title><description>The wife came home early to find her husband making love to a beautiful sexy young woman. "You unfaithful, disrespectful jerk! What are you doing? How dare you do this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving this house and I want a divorce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband, replied, "Wait! Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen to what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be the last thing I will hear from you so make it fast, you cheating creep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While driving home this young lady asked for a ride. I saw her so defenceless that I went ahead and allowed her into my car. I noticed she was very thin, not well dressed and dirty. She mentioned she had not eaten for three days. Out of compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll gain more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I served them to her, the poor young thing, practically inhaled them. Since she was dirty I asked her if she'd like to bathe. While she was showering, I noticed her&lt;br /&gt;clothes were worn-out and full of holes so I threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair of jeans that you no longer wear  because they're too tight on you, I also gave her the blouse that I gave you on our anniversary and you don't wear because I don't have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you won't wear just to bother my sister and I also gave her the boots that you bought at the expensive boutique that you never wore again after you saw your co-worker wearing the same pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she dressed, I walked the young woman to the door where she turned around and with tears of gratitude streaming down her cheeks, she asked me, "Sir, do you have&lt;br /&gt;anything else your wife doesn't use?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4717043886117747756?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-excuse-for-having-affair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4062861638619387754</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T13:26:07.319+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny nursery rhymes</category><title>Nursery Rhymes That were not taught in School</title><description>Mary had a little pig,&lt;br /&gt;She kept it fat and plastered;&lt;br /&gt;And when the price of pork went up,&lt;br /&gt;She shot the little ba *tard.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1291310677/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/1291310677_38147912ee_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Mary had a little pig" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB&lt;br /&gt;Her father shot it dead.&lt;br /&gt;Now it goes to school with her,&lt;br /&gt;Between two slices of bread.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1291311143/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/1291311143_7fb359d027_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Mary had a little lamb" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK AND JILL Went up the hill&lt;br /&gt;To have a little fun.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jill forgot the pill&lt;br /&gt;And now they have a son.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1292171592/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1269/1292171592_d401556acd_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Jack and Jill" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE SIMON met a Pie man going to the fair.&lt;br /&gt;Said Simple Simon to the Pie man,&lt;br /&gt;"What have you got there?"&lt;br /&gt;Said the Pie man unto Simon,&lt;br /&gt;"Pies, you Dumb A*s"&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1291311505/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1138/1291311505_6d7d43da06_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Simple Simon met a Pie man" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall,&lt;br /&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.&lt;br /&gt;All the kings' horses,&lt;br /&gt;And all the kings' men.&lt;br /&gt;Had scrambled eggs,&lt;br /&gt;For breakfast again.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1292171978/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1105/1292171978_1352df790c_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Humpty Dumpty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DIDDLE, DIDDLE the cat took a piddle,&lt;br /&gt;All over the bedside clock.&lt;br /&gt;The little dog laughed to see such fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then died of electric shock.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1292172184/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1184/1292172184_6b17896255_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Hey Diddle Diddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIE PORGIE Pudding and Pie,&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the girls and made them cry.&lt;br /&gt;And when the boys came out to play,&lt;br /&gt;He kissed them too 'cause he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7421798@N07/1292172342/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1013/1292172342_bc49126a57_o.jpg" width="320" height="240" alt="Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4062861638619387754?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/nursery-rhymes-that-were-not-taught-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4955592870384325584</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Sep 2007 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-01T11:20:39.661+05:30</atom:updated><title>Basic Rules</title><description>1. If u think a girl is beautiful, she'll always have a boyfriend to confirm that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The nicer she is...the quicker u will be dumped!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The more the makeup, worse the looks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "95% of the girls in this world are beautiful. Remaining 5% would always be in your college.".................100% true &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The guy standing next to a beautiful girl can never be her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If by any chance the girl you like , likes you too, she will let you know in about 10 years from now ,when you are committed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The more you ignore a girl, the more she'll want to be friends with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Theory of relativity...... The more u run towards a hot chick....the more she goes away from u... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Rule 1: Even if you got her out alone... just when you are about to let her know about your feelings...she will spot a long lost friend ( I guess from Kumbh ka Mela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to rule 1:The more desperate you are to tell your feelings to a girl on a private chat, the more probability the long lost friend she discovered is a handsome superman, who beats you in everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more dedicated you are to the girl, the longer it takes beforethings work out, but ultimately it will (some smile for the guys) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The day the chick you really like comes and speaks to you will be the day when-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You are dressed badly&lt;br /&gt;2. You forgot to brush your teeth for the first time in your life&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a bad hair day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. All the good girls are either nuns or married. The rest go around with you and ruin your money, health and leave you a total wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The more seriously you like a girl...the more seriously her dad will hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The love you shower a girl with is directly proportional to the number of bullets her dad will be showering at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4955592870384325584?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/basic-rules.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-4838034373520427185</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T13:27:17.523+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cat humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cat jokes</category><title>The Four Cats</title><description>Four men were bragging about how smart their cats were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man was an Engineer, the second man was an Accountant, the third man was a Chemist,,,,,,and  the  fourth man was a Government Employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show off, the Engineer called his cat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"T-square, do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-square pranced over to the desk, took out some paper and pen and promptly drew a circle, a square, and a triangle. Everyone agreed that was pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Accountant said his cat could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called his cat and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spreadsheet, do your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spreadsheet went out to the kitchen and  returned with a dozen cookies. He divided them into 4 equal piles of 3 cookies ............Everyone agreed that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Chemist said his cat could do better. He called his cat and said,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"Measure, do your stuff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measure got up, walked to the fridge, took out a quart of milk,, got a 10 ounce glass from the cupboard and  poured exactly 8 ounces without spilling a drop into the  glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone agreed that was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  the three men turned to the Government Employee and said, "What can your cat do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Government Employee called his cat and said,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coffee Break,,,,d o your stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Break jumped to  his feet,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate the cookies,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank the milk,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh*t on the  paper,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed the other three  cats,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claimed he injured his back while doing  so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filed a grievance report for unsafe working conditions,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put in for Workers Compensation...............and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home for the rest of the day on sick leave.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-4838034373520427185?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-cats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307070030866833671.post-7803548493888197000</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 09:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T13:28:10.943+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>The Good, the Bad and the Ugly Side of Life</title><description>Good: Your wife is pregnant. Bad: it's triplets. Ugly: You had a vasectomy five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your wife's not talking to you. Bad: She wants a divorce. Ugly: She's a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your youngest son is finally maturing. Bad: He's involved with the woman next door. Ugly: So are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your wife and you agree, no more kids. Bad: Your wife can't find her birth control pills. Ugly: Your 13 year old daughter borrowed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your oldest son understands fashion. Bad: He's across-dresser. Ugly: He looks better than your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: You give the "birds and bees" talk to your 10 year old daughter. Bad: She keeps interrupting. Ugly: With corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your son is dating someone new. Bad: It's another man. Ugly: He's your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your 15 year old daughter got a new job Bad: As a hooker. Ugly: Your co-workers are her best clients. Very Ugly: She makes more money than you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/307070030866833671-7803548493888197000?l=varietyofjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://varietyofjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-bad-and-ugly-side-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mockingster)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

