<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948</id><updated>2024-10-07T12:24:28.647+08:00</updated><category term="joke"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="girl"/><category term="guy"/><category term="video"/><category term="kids"/><category term="technology"/><category term="animals"/><category term="photos"/><category term="Little Johnny"/><category term="Blonde"/><category term="Lame"/><category term="Boss"/><category term="Swine Flu"/><category term="ads"/><category term="Business"/><category term="One Liners"/><category term="lawyers"/><category term="Cartoon"/><category term="Celebrity"/><category term="Engineers"/><category term="silly"/><category term="Ah Beng"/><category term="Family"/><category term="Finance"/><category term="Office"/><category term="Quiz"/><category term="church"/><category term="magic"/><category term="bible"/><category term="boy"/><category term="mother-in-law"/><category term="superheros"/><category term="Government"/><category term="breakfast"/><category term="doctors"/><category term="lessons"/><category term="money"/><category term="remote"/><category term="test"/><category term="travel"/><title type='text'>Riot Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>Send your</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>sns</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15956510971037463416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KUCLwwcKkvI/ST__eYKnlyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IoIytFl8XAg/S220/shoppingnsales+amanda2a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>318</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-159417509780452802</id><published>2010-07-02T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:36:12.643+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guy"/><title type='text'>Rules To Live By</title><summary type="text"></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/159417509780452802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/rules-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/159417509780452802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/159417509780452802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/rules-to-live-by.html' title='Rules To Live By'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLGnvKYaBr2FSY9tmmuWZ6eA50vwKQ3YFYllZ0CRP7Tax0ULZsrxhlnDgxgjbA2iT1WQsu82oNovDkSj31ODPDjmE2cnPS99Wo3ySZ9tbxPcBW6LTbjFSA3FK69fZyhOOL0J66wBuHg/s72-c/Rules+to+Live+By.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-1955296705933923313</id><published>2010-07-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:32:04.241+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>The Fishing Mirror</title><summary type="text">A fisherman from the city was out fishing on a lake in a small boat. He noticed another man in a small boat open his tackle box and take out a mirror. Being curious, the man rowed over and asked, &quot;What is the mirror for?&quot; &quot;That&#39;s my secret way to catch fish,&quot; said the other man. &quot;Shine the mirror on the top of the water. The fish notice the spot of sun on the water above and they swim to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1955296705933923313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/fishing-mirror.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1955296705933923313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1955296705933923313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/fishing-mirror.html' title='The Fishing Mirror'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-2780874198090533667</id><published>2010-07-02T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:31:17.908+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>The Interview</title><summary type="text">Interviewer said, &quot;I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!&quot;The candidate thought for a while and said, &quot; My choice is one really difficult question.&quot;&quot; Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice!&quot; said the interviewer.Here is your question: &quot; What comes first, Day or Night?&quot;The boy was jolted into reality as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2780874198090533667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2780874198090533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2780874198090533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/07/interview.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-3096641252276374088</id><published>2010-06-21T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:00:33.768+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blonde"/><title type='text'>Blonde Answers the Final Question</title><summary type="text">A contestant on &quot;Who Wants to be a Millionaire? &quot; had reached the final Plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, she would win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocket only the $32,000 Milestone money. And as she suspected it would be, the million-dollar question was no pushover.It was, &quot;Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest, but instead</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3096641252276374088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/blonde-answers-final-question.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3096641252276374088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3096641252276374088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/blonde-answers-final-question.html' title='Blonde Answers the Final Question'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-3589020844270918611</id><published>2010-06-17T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:14:37.534+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>The Best &quot;Out of Office&quot; E-mail Auto-Replies</title><summary type="text">1: I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. 2: I&#39;m not really out of the office. I&#39;m just ignoring you. 3: You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn&#39;t have received anything at all. 4: Sorry to have missed you but I am at the doctors having my brain removed so that I may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3589020844270918611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-out-of-office-e-mail-auto-replies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3589020844270918611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3589020844270918611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-out-of-office-e-mail-auto-replies.html' title='The Best &quot;Out of Office&quot; E-mail Auto-Replies'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-2328053954873989807</id><published>2010-06-17T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:08:53.399+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guy"/><title type='text'>What Does a Woman Really Want?</title><summary type="text">Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of aneighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved byArthur&#39;s youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as longas he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year tofigure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he wouldbe put to death.The question was: &quot;What</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2328053954873989807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-does-woman-really-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2328053954873989807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2328053954873989807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-does-woman-really-want.html' title='What Does a Woman Really Want?'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-8073507148625925546</id><published>2010-06-17T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:07:38.837+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Diary of a Young Wife</title><summary type="text">Monday: Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home. It&#39;s fun to cook for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, &quot;beat 12 eggs separately.&quot; Well, I didn&#39;t have enough bowls to do that, so I had to borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned out fine though. Tuesday: We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, &quot;serve without dressing.&quot; So I didn&#39;t dress</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8073507148625925546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/diary-of-young-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8073507148625925546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8073507148625925546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/diary-of-young-wife.html' title='Diary of a Young Wife'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-1510137779233369066</id><published>2010-06-17T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:04:06.868+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Be Positive Husbands</title><summary type="text">A husband and wife are getting ready for bed. The wife is standing in front of a full-length mirror taking a hard look at herself. &quot;You know, dear,&quot; she says, &quot;I look in the mirror, and I see a middle-aged woman. My face is all getting wrinkled, my hair is going grey, my shoulders are hunched over, I&#39;ve got fat legs, and my arms are all flabby.&quot; She turns to her husband and says, &quot;Tell me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1510137779233369066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-positive-husbands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1510137779233369066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1510137779233369066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-positive-husbands.html' title='Be Positive Husbands'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-3539304288969833141</id><published>2010-06-12T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:56:45.264+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>Arab Student Emails Home</title><summary type="text">Arab student sends an e-mail to his Dad saying: &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt; Dear Dad,  Berlin is wonderful, people are nice and I really like it here, but Dad,I am bit ashamed to arrive to my college with my Gold Mercedes, whenall my Teachers travel by train. Your SonNasser ---------------------------------------------------- Sometime later Nasser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3539304288969833141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/arab-student-emails-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3539304288969833141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3539304288969833141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/arab-student-emails-home.html' title='Arab Student Emails Home'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-1438729738077877598</id><published>2010-06-08T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:37:25.596+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>Going Out In Style</title><summary type="text">Unable to attend the funeral after his father died, a son who lived far away called his brother and told him, &quot;Do something nice for Dad and send me the bill.&quot; Later, he got a bill for $200.00, which he paid. The next month, he got another bill for $200.00, which he also paid, figuring it was some incidental expense. Bills for $200.00 kept arriving every month, and finally the man called his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1438729738077877598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-out-in-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1438729738077877598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/1438729738077877598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-out-in-style.html' title='Going Out In Style'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-3974704979931630728</id><published>2010-06-03T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:12:53.622+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>Priest Retirement Speech</title><summary type="text">A Priest was being honoured at his retirement dinner after 25 years in the parish. A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to make the presentation and to give a little speech at the dinner.However, he was delayed, so the Priest decided to say his own few words while they waited:&#39;I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I heard here. I thought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3974704979931630728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/priest-retirement-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3974704979931630728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3974704979931630728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/06/priest-retirement-speech.html' title='Priest Retirement Speech'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-126594836335954909</id><published>2010-05-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T18:15:00.475+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>2 Lines In Heaven</title><summary type="text">Everybody on earth dies and goes to heaven. God comes and says &quot;I want the men to make two lines. One line for the men that dominated their women on earth and the other line for the men that were whipped by their women. Also, I want all the women to go with St Peter.&quot; Said and done, the next time God looks the women are gone and there are two lines. The line of the men that were whipped was 100 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/126594836335954909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-lines-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/126594836335954909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/126594836335954909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-lines-in-heaven.html' title='2 Lines In Heaven'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-7708033818292528139</id><published>2010-05-20T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T10:04:10.045+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lame"/><title type='text'>The Dead Duck</title><summary type="text">A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird&#39;s chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, &quot;I&#39;m sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away.&quot; The distressed woman wailed, &quot;Are you sure?&quot; &quot;Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead,&quot; replied the vet.. &quot;How can you be so sure?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7708033818292528139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-duck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/7708033818292528139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/7708033818292528139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/dead-duck.html' title='The Dead Duck'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-4322785205284627567</id><published>2010-05-19T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:21:28.644+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>What do You sell?</title><summary type="text">Two Australian businessmen in Brisbane were sitting down for a break in their new store. As yet, the store wasn&#39;t ready, with no stock and only a few shelves set up. One said to the other, &#39;I bet any minute now some idiot tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we&#39;re selling&#39;. No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Japanese tourist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4322785205284627567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-sell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/4322785205284627567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/4322785205284627567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-you-sell.html' title='What do You sell?'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-5169214417881226891</id><published>2010-05-19T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:19:52.829+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>Alone on an Island</title><summary type="text">An ambitious software engineer finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life. At least for a while. A hurricane came up unexpectedly. The ship went down and was lost instantly. The man found himself swept up on the shores of an island with no Other people, no supplies, nothing. Only bananas and coconuts. Used to five-star </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5169214417881226891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/alone-on-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/5169214417881226891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/5169214417881226891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/alone-on-island.html' title='Alone on an Island'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-953066687100327348</id><published>2010-05-18T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:42:38.589+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><title type='text'>Kids Says The Dardnest Things</title><summary type="text">A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.The little girl said, &#39;When I get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-5105503508644388696</id><published>2010-05-13T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:18:05.902+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="One Liners"/><title type='text'>Elephant Jokes</title><summary type="text">Q: How do you stop an elephant from charging?A: Take away his credit card.Q: Why is an elephant big, grey, and wrinkly?A:Because, if it was small, white and smooth it would be an Aspirin.Q: Why did the elephant fall out of the tree?A: Because it fell asleep.Q: Why did the second elephant fall out of the tree?A: It was glued to the first one.Q: Why did the third elephant fall out of the tree?A: It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-8292560452869541003</id><published>2010-05-13T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:17:36.167+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Polish Divorce Case</title><summary type="text">A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.Although his English was far from perfect, and they got along very well.One day he rushed into a lawyer&#39;s office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him.The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions: Have you any grounds?Yes, an acre and half and nice little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8292560452869541003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/polish-divorce-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8292560452869541003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8292560452869541003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/polish-divorce-case.html' title='Polish Divorce Case'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-6911123273128049035</id><published>2010-05-07T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:35:49.620+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Family Problems</title><summary type="text">Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.The Indian man said to the American, &#39;You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven&#39;t even met once.&#39; We call this arranged marriage. I don&#39;t want to marry a woman whom I don&#39;t love... I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.&#39;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6911123273128049035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/6911123273128049035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/6911123273128049035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-problems.html' title='Family Problems'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-3247873888796422503</id><published>2010-05-07T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:52:31.938+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joke"/><title type='text'>You Have to Love The Irish</title><summary type="text">Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn&#39;t find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, &#39;Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whiskey!&#39;Miraculously, a parking place appeared.Paddy looked up again and said, &#39;Never mind, I found one.&#39;* * * * * * * * *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3247873888796422503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-have-to-love-irish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3247873888796422503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/3247873888796422503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-have-to-love-irish.html' title='You Have to Love The Irish'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-2154447017763892178</id><published>2010-05-06T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:53:15.469+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cartoon"/><title type='text'>Airport Security</title><summary type="text">Airport Security have changed a lot recently . . .  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2154447017763892178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/airport-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2154447017763892178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/2154447017763892178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/airport-security.html' title='Airport Security'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-u4VfHsrkJYq8bXkc14xRWtK0QV_qeHuTqVAOEdoXGvvxYrN3Ij1S-xT1_QC0Ju6VLuUr3vSrTpJ_L2mbD7tVwD4oygxEo7XVuwOCQY3qI2t1OoTQBvOe1pxKcP9vldhchX-RapZ_w/s72-c/airport01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-4007467638618898394</id><published>2010-05-04T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:39:45.606+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Poems for Husbands &amp; Wives by Husbands &amp; Wives</title><summary type="text">WIFE: I wrote your name on sand it got washed. I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then I wrote your name on my heart &amp; I got Heart Attack.   HUSBAND: God saw me hungry, he created pizza. He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi. He saw me in dark, he created light. He saw me without problems, he created YOU.   WIFE: Twinkle twinkle little star You should know what you are And once you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4007467638618898394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/poems-for-husbands-wives-by-husbands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/4007467638618898394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/4007467638618898394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/poems-for-husbands-wives-by-husbands.html' title='Poems for Husbands &amp; Wives by Husbands &amp; Wives'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-8418892977424476076</id><published>2010-05-03T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:25:19.032+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><title type='text'>Women Captains</title><summary type="text">While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave theG.I..s on board the usual information regarding seat belts, emergencyexits, etc.Finally, she said, &#39;Now sit back and enjoy your trip while yourcaptain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to Afghanistan &#39;An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself,&#39;Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman? &#39;When the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8418892977424476076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8418892977424476076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3282171875486058948/posts/default/8418892977424476076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riotjokes.blogspot.com/2010/05/women.html' title='Women Captains'/><author><name>GInfotech</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16138904378816249412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ac5hBNpTuww/S35WYP2dB4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/INYtg99P3Pw/S220/G+infotech+logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3282171875486058948.post-8312171965136684699</id><published>2010-04-27T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T18:12:33.334+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guy"/><title type='text'>10 Rules For Men To Follow For A Happy Life</title><summary type="text">10 Rules For Men To Follow For A Happy Life 1. 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