<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>H e a r T</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2026 15:25:46 -0800</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>PhilosopherSsss</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/philosopherssss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Jul 2008 15:25:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-3946943374637628688</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what&lt;br /&gt;to talk about.  He asks his father for advice.  The father&lt;br /&gt;replies:  "My son, there are three subjects that always work.&lt;br /&gt;These are food, family, and philosophy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain.  Ice&lt;br /&gt;cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long&lt;br /&gt;time, as the boy's nervousness builds.  He remembers his father's&lt;br /&gt;advice, and chooses the first topic.  He asks the girl: "Do you&lt;br /&gt;like potato pancakes?"  She says "No," and the silence&lt;br /&gt;returns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his&lt;br /&gt;father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list.  He&lt;br /&gt;asks, "Do you have a brother?"  Again, the girl says "No" and&lt;br /&gt;there is silence once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then plays his last card.  He thinks of his father's&lt;br /&gt;advice and asks the girl the following question:  "If you had a&lt;br /&gt;brother, would he like potato pancakes?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/finalexam.gif' style='float: none;'/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A renowned philosopher was held in high regard by his driver, who&lt;br /&gt;listened in awe at every speech while his boss would easily answer questions&lt;br /&gt;about morality and ethics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the driver approached the philosopher and asked if he was&lt;br /&gt;willing to switch roles for the evening's lecture. The philosopher agreed&lt;br /&gt;and, for a while, the driver handled himself remarkably well. When it&lt;br /&gt;came time for questions from the guests, a woman in the back asked, "Is&lt;br /&gt;the epistemological view of the universe still valid in an existentialist&lt;br /&gt;world?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is an extremely simple question," he responded. "So simple, in fact,&lt;br /&gt;that even my driver could answer that, which is exactly what he will do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosopher went into a closet for ten years to contemplate the question,&lt;br /&gt;What is life? When he came out, he went into the street and met an old&lt;br /&gt;colleague, who asked him where in heaven's name he had been all those years.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a closet," he repied. "I wanted to know what life really &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And have you found an answer?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he replied. "I think it can best be expressed by saying that life is&lt;br /&gt;like a bridge."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all well and good," replied the colleage, "but can you be a little&lt;br /&gt;more explicit? Can you tell me &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; life is like a bridge?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," replied the philosopher after some thought, "maybe you're right;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps life is not like a bridge."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't LOOK at anything in a physics lab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't TASTE anything in a chemistry lab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't SMELL anything in a biology lab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't TOUCH anything in a medical lab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, most importantly,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't LISTEN to anything in a philosophy department.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosophy professor walks in to give his class their final. Placing his &lt;br /&gt;chair on his desk the professor instructs the class, "Using every applicable &lt;br /&gt;thing you've learned in this course, prove to me that this chair DOES NOT &lt;br /&gt;EXIST."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pencils are writing and erasers are erasing, students are preparing to &lt;br /&gt;embark on novels proving that this chair doesn't exist, except for one &lt;br /&gt;student.  He spends thirty seconds writing his answer, then turns his final &lt;br /&gt;in to the astonishment of his peers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, and the day comes when all the students get their final &lt;br /&gt;grades...and to the amazment of the class, the student who wrote for thirty &lt;br /&gt;seconds gets the highest grade in the class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer to the question: "What chair?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How philosophers do it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it deeper.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it &lt;i&gt;a posteriori&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it consistently.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it conceptually.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it for pure reasons.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers do it with their minds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers think about doing it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophers wonder why they did it.&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many philosophers does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; "Hmmm... well there's an interesting question isn't it?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; "Define 'light bulb'..."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; "How can you be sure it needs changing?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; Three. One to change it and two to stand around arguing&lt;br /&gt;  over whether or not the light bulb exists.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many Hegelians does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; Two, of course. One stands at one end of the room and&lt;br /&gt; argues that it isn't dark; the other stands at the other end and says &lt;br /&gt; that true light is impossible. This dialectic creates a synthesis which &lt;br /&gt; does the job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many Zen masters does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; Two. One to change it, and one not to change it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; Three. One to change it, one not to change it, and one both&lt;br /&gt;to change it and not to change it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many existentialists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; Two. One to change the lightbulb and one to observe how &lt;br /&gt;the lightbulb symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a &lt;br /&gt;netherworld of Cosmic Nothingness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many Kuhnian constructionist philosophers of science does it take to &lt;br /&gt;change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt; You're still thinking in terms of 'incremental change'--what &lt;br /&gt;we really need is paradigm shift...we don't need a bulb with more attributes &lt;br /&gt;added on, we need ubiquitous luminescence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id='idlight'&gt;How many Marxists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src='http://www.workjoke.com/bulb.gif'/&gt;None.  Every light bulb contains the seeds of its own revolution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>EngineeRsss</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/07/engineersss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Jul 2008 15:15:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-7503565993545281141</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;A mathmatician, a physicist, and an engineer were all given a red rubber ball and told to find the volume. &lt;br/&gt;The mathmatician carefully measured the diameter and evaluated a triple integral. &lt;br/&gt;The physicist filled a beaker with water, put the ball in the water, and measured the total displacement. &lt;br/&gt;The engineer looked up the model and serial numbers in his red-rubber-ball table.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;  What's the difference between mechanical engineers and civil engineers?&lt;br/&gt;Mechanical engineers build weapons.&lt;br/&gt;Civil engineers build targets.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great mathematician John Von Neumann was consulted by a group who&lt;br /&gt;was building a rocket ship to send into outer space. When he saw the&lt;br /&gt;incomplete structure, he asked, "Where did you get the plans for this&lt;br /&gt;ship?"&lt;br/&gt;He was told, "We have our own staff of engineers."&lt;br/&gt;He&lt;br /&gt;disdainfully replied: "Engineers! Why, I have complete sewn up the&lt;br /&gt;whole mathematical theory of rocketry. See my paper of 1952."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;the group consulted the 1952 paper, completely scrapped their 10&lt;br /&gt;million dollar structure, and rebuilt the rocket exactly according to&lt;br /&gt;Von Neumann's plans. The minute they launched it, the entire structure&lt;br /&gt;blew up. They angrily called Von Neumann back and said: "We followed&lt;br /&gt;your instructions to the letter. Yet when we started it, it blew up!&lt;br /&gt;Why?"&lt;br/&gt;Von Neumann replied, "Ah, yes; that is technically known as the &lt;i&gt;blow-up problem&lt;/i&gt; - I treated that in my paper of 1954."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineering student is walking along when a fellow student arrives&lt;br /&gt;on a new bicycle. Impressed, he asks, "Where did you got this beautiful&lt;br /&gt;bicycle?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "Well," the second engineering student says, "A couple&lt;br /&gt;of days ago I was just walking along when this georgeous blonde pulls&lt;br /&gt;up, hops off the bike, rips off all her clothes, and says 'take what&lt;br /&gt;you want'."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  The other engineering student nods and says "Good choice.  The clothes  probably wouldn't have fit."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three freshman engineering students were sitting around talking between&lt;br /&gt;classes, when one brought up the question of who designed the human&lt;br /&gt;body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; One of the students insisted that the human body must have&lt;br /&gt;been designed by an electrical engineer because of the perfection of&lt;br /&gt;the nerves and synapses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Another disagreed, and exclaimed that&lt;br /&gt;it had to have been a mechanical engineer who designed the human body.&lt;br /&gt;The system of levers and pullies is ingeniuos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "No," the third&lt;br /&gt;student said "your both wrong. The human body was designed by an&lt;br /&gt;architect. Who else but an architect would have put a toxic waste line&lt;br /&gt;through a recreation area?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Pick-Up Lines to use on Engineering Chicks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   I won't stop bugging you until I get the address of your home page.&lt;br/&gt;  Let's convert our potential energy to kinetic energy.&lt;br/&gt;  Wanna come back to my room and see my 166mhz Pentium?&lt;br/&gt;  How about you and I go back to my place and form a covalent bond?&lt;br/&gt;  You're sweeter than glucose.&lt;br/&gt;  We're as compatible as two similar Power Macintoshes.&lt;br/&gt;  Wanna see the programs in my HP-48GX?&lt;br/&gt;  Your body has the nicest arc length I've ever seen.&lt;br/&gt;  You're hotter than a bunsen burner set to full power!&lt;br/&gt;  My love for you is like a concave up function because    it is always increasing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr class='jump'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;The Dictionary&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;font class='show'&gt;what engineers say&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;what they mean by it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Major Technological Breakthrough&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Back to the drawing board.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Developed after years of intensive research&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;It was discovered by accident.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The designs are well within allowable limits&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We just made it, stretching a point or two.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Test results were extremely gratifying&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;It works, and are we surprised!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Customer satisfaction is believed assured&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We are so far behind schedule that the customer was happy to get anything at all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Close project coordination&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We should have asked someone else; or, let's spread the responsibility for this.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Project slightly behind original schedule due to unforeseen difficulties&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We are working on something else.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The design will be finalized in the next reporting period&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We haven't started this job yet, but we've got to say something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;A number of different approaches are being tried&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We don't know where we're going, but we're moving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Extensive effort is being applied on a fresh approach to the problem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We just hired three new guys; we'll let them kick it around for a while.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Preliminary operational tests are inconclusive&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;The darn thing blew up when we threw the switch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The entire concept will have to be abandoned&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;The only guy who understood the thing quit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Modifications are underway to correct certain minor difficulties&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We threw the whole thing out and are starting from scratch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Essentially complete.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Half done.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;We predict...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We hope to God!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Drawing release is lagging.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Not a single drawing exists.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Risk is high, but acceptable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;100 to 1 odds, or with 10 times the budget and 10 times the manpower, we may&lt;br/&gt;have a 50/50 chance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Serious, but not insurmountables, problems.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;It will take a miracle.  God should be the program manager.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Not well defined.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Nobody has thought about it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;Requires further analysis and management attention.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Totally out of control.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The project is designed for high availability.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;Malfunctions will be blamed on the operators mistakes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;This project has low maintenance requirements.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;We wouldn't let the technicians change a light bulb, much less fool around with our baby.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The software is being developed without excessive process overhead.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;The documentation will be written in clear and lucid Chinese.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;font class='show'&gt;The delivery is scheduled for the last quater of next year.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;font color='darkblue'&gt;This leaves us plenty of time to decide who to blame for it being late.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sardar Jokes : Fresh Sardar Jokes</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardar-jokes-fresh-sardar-jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 11:41:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-2045540098525502925</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div class='entry'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;					&lt;p&gt;Boss : Where were you born ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardar : Punjab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : which part ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardar : Kya which part ? Whole body born in punjab.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 1 : What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardar 2 : Dont worry, I have a one more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : What is the name of your car ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady : I forgot the name, but is starts with “T”.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Oye Kamaal ki gaadi hai, Tea se start hoti hai. Hamaara gaadi&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petrol se start hoti hai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar was busy removing a wheel from his auto. A man asks sardar why&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you removing a wheel from your auto.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardar : Cant you read the board. Parking is only for 2 wheeler.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar got into a bus on 1st April when conductor asked for ticket. He&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rs.10/- and took the ticket and said April fool. I have pass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on the&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a romantic day sardar’s girlfriend asks him. Darling on our&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engagement day will you give me a ring.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Ya sure, from landline or mobile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor to patient : You will die within 2 hours. Do you want to see any&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one before you die?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Yes. A good doctor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you destroy a submarine full of sardars ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Just knock the door and they will open it….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was busy in removing a wheel from auto,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta asks: Y r u removing a wheel from ur auto?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Can’t u read ‘Parking for two wheelers only’&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa joined NASA. After one month the Americans had to change the name from&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA to SATYANASA&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa apni girl friend ko I Luv U kehta hai aur gir jata hai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: Yeh kya kar rahe ho?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: I’m falling in love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Today is Sunday &amp;amp;amp; I wanna njoy, so I bought 3 movie tickets&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Why 3?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: For you and your parents&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum Administrator: That’s a 500-year-old statue u’ve broken.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man to Santa: Aao ji chess khelein&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tu chal mein sports shoes pehen kar aaya.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Control yourself. Don’t cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. ….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes the whole night. He got&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank poison &amp;amp;amp; said,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab kaato saalon, sab maroge!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: U cheated me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says This is all&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India Radio!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tipu’s skeleton.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose that smaller skeleton next to it?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: That was Tipu’s skeleton when he was child&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the precipitate&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was busy in removing a wheel from auto,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta asks: Y r u removing a wheel from ur auto?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Can’t u read ‘Parking for two wheelers only’&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa joined NASA. After one month the Americans had to change the name from&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NASA to SATYANASA&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa apni girl friend ko I Luv U kehta hai aur gir jata hai.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal: Yeh kya kar rahe ho?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: I’m falling in love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Today is Sunday &amp;amp;amp; I wanna njoy, so I bought 3 movie tickets&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Why 3?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: For you and your parents&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum Administrator: That’s a 500-year-old statue u’ve broken.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man to Santa: Aao ji chess khelein&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tu chal mein sports shoes pehen kar aaya.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Control yourself. Don’t cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an interview,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. ….&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes the whole night. He got&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irritated…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank poison &amp;amp;amp; said,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab kaato saalon, sab maroge!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: U cheated me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says This is all&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tipu’s skeleton.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose that smaller skeleton next to it?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: That was Tipu’s skeleton when he was child&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russians dug 1000 ft in the ground and found copper wire; they declared Russia had electricity 1000 years back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US dug and found optical fiber and declared US had telephone 2000 years back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardar in India found nothing. Then said oye we had wireless technology 5000 years back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;_________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sardar: Last night I saw an English movie .It had no scene nor no sound.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Sardar: wow tell me the name of the movie. I too want to see it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Please Insert Disc.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT SARDAR’S..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.Student Sardar: Me fail English!!!!! Thats Unpossible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Police :we’re going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions. Do you understand?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thief Sardar : Yes. (lie dectector blows up)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Father Sardar : Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.Patient Sardar: In my dreams monkey play football every night.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Take this medicine from tonight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient Sardar: Can I start from tomorrow because tonight is Final.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARDAR’S BIRTHDAY..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sardar went for an interview, The question was when is your birthday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sardar: 19th january.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interviewer: which year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sardar: Nonsense..Every Year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TICKET TICKET..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: should I buy tickets to my children.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conductor: yes only if they are above 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sardar: Thank god I have only 6 children.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARDAR IN AMERICA..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three Sardarjis went for a tour to America.They searched for rooms&lt;br /&gt;everywhere and finally got one which is in the topmost floor of a 100&lt;br /&gt;floor hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After taking rest they started for a local visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While leaving the hotel, the manager informed them that they should&lt;br /&gt;reach the hotel before10.00pm or else lift will not be available and&lt;br /&gt;they have to take the steps for which they agreed and went out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all the entertainment in the city, they reached back late at 10.30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since lift was not available, they decided to take the stairways&lt;br /&gt;under the condition that each sardarji has to tell a story that lasts&lt;br /&gt;for 33 floors so that they can reach the 100th floor without much&lt;br /&gt;trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After first sardarji finished his story in 33rd floor, the third sardarji said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have a sad story to say, but i will tell at the end only”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then second sardarji finished his story and the third finished his story and finally they reached the 100th floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then first sardarji asked what was the sad story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third one said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I forgot the room key which is on the manager’s table”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They once again started back to the first floor and this time the second sardarji after crossing 33 floors from top said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;” I got a sad story, but I will also say that at the end”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They finally reached the first floor and when asked about the sad story, the second sardarji said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;” The keys were in my pocket only”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With anger and full tired, they once again start from the first floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After reaching the 33rd floor, the third sardarji said,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;” I too have a sad story, but I will say at the end only”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then they reached the 100th floor and the second one asked the third sardarji about the sad story, he replied:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;“This is not our hotel, It is on the other side of road, opposite to this…!!!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>sardarji's photography</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardarjis-photography.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:23:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6448291365637284356</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span&gt;sardharji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;photographer focusing a dead body's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;in a funeral &gt; function, suddenly all relatives beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;him why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;He said "SMILE PLEASE"&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Two sardarji in a pub</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/two-sardarji-in-pub.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:23:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6069478223647767600</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Two Sardars went into a pub and after ordering two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;drinks took some sandwiches out of their pockets and started to eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;"You can't eat your own sandwiches in here," complained the pub-owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;So the two sardars exchanged their sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A proporsal to sardarji</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/proporsal-to-sardarji.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:21:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-4401326239532238106</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE FINE DAY A GIRL PROPOSED TO A SARDAR AND SARDAR DENIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIMPLY SAYING THAT IN OUR FAMILY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WE MARRY ONLY OUR RELATIVES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY MOM MARRIED MY DAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY BROTHER MARRIED MY BHABHI ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY UNCLE MARRIED MY AUNT AND SO ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>sardarji got a job</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardarji-got-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:20:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-2600310260156658351</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;A sardar on an interview for the post of detective was asked a question -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Interviewer - Who killed Gandhiji ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sardar- Thanks for giving me the job, I will investigate.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>sardarji's chicken farm</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardarji-chicken-farm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:17:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-8464647502562148689</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chickens to begin with. A month later he returned to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;dealer for another hundred chickens because all of the first lot had died. A month later he was back at t he dealer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;another hundred chickens for the second lot had also died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said &lt;span&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;, 'I think I'm planting them too deep.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>sardarji complaints</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardarji-complaits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:13:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-5410984627310556902</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After making a trip of South India , &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,his wife and his son were returning to &lt;span&gt;punjab &lt;/span&gt;in Tamilnadu Express. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was occupying the lower berth, his wife the middle berth and his son the top most berth in the train. When the train stopped at one of the stations on the way back the son requested &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to bring him a cup of Ice cream to which &lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;readily agreed. When &lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;and his son returned they found that a South Indian who couldn't understand &lt;span&gt;hindi &lt;/span&gt;had occupied his son's birth . Outraged, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;called the TT and asked him to help. TT requested that he could not understand &lt;span&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span&gt;Punjabi &lt;/span&gt;so it would be better if &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;explained the whole situation to him in &lt;span&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Santa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Singh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;explained , " That man sleeping on top of my wife is not giving birth to my child."&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sardarji jokes</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/sardarji-jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:11:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-907284694001372344</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span&gt;Sardar &lt;/span&gt;died and went to heaven. When he got to the pearly gate Saint Peter told him that new rules here in effect due to the advances in education on earth. In order to gain admittance a prospective heavenly soul must answer two questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Name two days of the week that begin with "T".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. How many seconds are there in a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span&gt;Sardar &lt;/span&gt;thought for a few minutes and answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. The two days of the week that begin with "T" are Today and Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. There are 12 seconds in a year. Saint Peter said, "OK, Ill buy the Today and Tomorrow answer, even though its not the answer I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But how did you get 12 seconds in a year?" The Singh replied, "Well, January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd, etc..." Saint Peter opens the gate without another word.&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Lots of Wit and Wisdom</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/lots-of-wit-and-wisdom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:42:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6072239734214556210</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;"I just broke up with someone and the last thing she said to me was -&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You'll never find anyone like me again!'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, 'I should hope not! If I don't want you, why would I want someone like you?'&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relationships are hard. It's like a full-time job, and we should treat&lt;br /&gt;it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they&lt;br /&gt;should give you two weeks' notice. There should be severance pay, and&lt;br /&gt;before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lady came up to me on the street and pointed at my suede jacket.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket?' she sneered.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our bombs are smarter than the average high school student. At least they can find Kuwait."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shall not kill. Thou shall not commit adultery. Don't eat pork.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, what was that last one?? Don't eat pork. God has spoken. Is&lt;br /&gt;that the word of God or is that pigs trying to outsmart everybody?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mom said she learned how to swim when someone took her out in the&lt;br /&gt;lake and threw her off the boat. I said, 'Mom, they weren't trying to&lt;br /&gt;teach you how to swim.'"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In elementary school, in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a&lt;br /&gt;single file line from smallest to tallest. What is the logic? Do tall&lt;br /&gt;people burn slower?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I voted for the Democrats because I didn't like the way the&lt;br /&gt;Republicans were running the country. Which is turning out to be like&lt;br /&gt;shooting yourself in the head to stop your headache."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A study in the Washington Post says that women have better verbal&lt;br /&gt;skills than men. I just want to say to the authors of that study: Duh."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what's wrong with my television set. I was getting C-Span&lt;br /&gt;and the Home Shopping Network on the same station. I actually bought a&lt;br /&gt;congressman."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a linguistics professor who said that it's man's ability to use&lt;br /&gt;language that makes him the dominant species on the planet. That may&lt;br /&gt;be. But I think there's one other thing that separates us from animals.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't afraid of vacuum cleaners."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some women hold up dresses that are so ugly and they always say the same thing:  This looks much better on.' On what? On fire?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty&lt;br /&gt;violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain&lt;br /&gt;all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem. Maybe you should&lt;br /&gt;get rid of the body before you do the wash."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If God doesn't destroy Hollywood Boulevard, he owes Sodom and Gomorrah an apology."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Swiss have an interesting army. Five hundred years without a war.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty impressive. Also pretty lucky for them. Ever see that little&lt;br /&gt;Swiss Army knife they have to fight with? Not much of a weapon there.&lt;br /&gt;Corkscrews. Bottle openers. 'Come on, buddy, let's go. You get past me,&lt;br /&gt;the guy in back of me, he's got a spoon. Back off. I've got the toe&lt;br /&gt;clippers right here!'"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Corporate Lessons!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/corporate-lessons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:38:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6042678136148887861</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;A priest was driving along and saw&lt;br /&gt;a nun on the side of the road. He stopped and offered her a lift which&lt;br /&gt;she accepted. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open&lt;br /&gt;and reveal a lovely leg. The priest had a look and nearly had an&lt;br /&gt;accident.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthfully slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;The nun looked at him and immediately said, "Father, remember psalm&lt;br /&gt;129?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest was flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to&lt;br /&gt;remove his hand. However, he was unable to remove his eyes from her leg.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on while changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg again.&lt;br /&gt;The nun once again Said, "Father, remember psalm 129?" Once again the&lt;br /&gt;priest apologized. "Sorry sister, but the flesh is weak."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun got out, gave him a  meaningful glance, and went on her way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and&lt;br /&gt;looked up psalm 129. It Said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will&lt;br /&gt;find glory."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Always be well informed in your job, or you might miss a great opportunity!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Women&amp;#39;s Rights</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/women-rights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:29:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-40691550154894613</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;WOMEN'S RIGHTS&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following took place at an international conference for women's rights. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first speaker, a lady from England stood and said, "During last&lt;br /&gt;year's conference, we spoke about being more assertive with our &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;husbands. Well, after the conference, I went home and told my husband,&lt;br /&gt;Barrington, that I would no longer cook for him and that he would have&lt;br /&gt;to do it himself. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first day, I saw nothing. The second day, I saw nothing, but&lt;br /&gt;on the third day, I saw that he had cooked a wonderful roast lamb." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd cheered). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second speaker from Russia, stood up and said, "After last year's&lt;br /&gt;conference, I went home and told my husband, Ivan, that I would no&lt;br /&gt;longer do his laundry and that he would have to do it himself.The first&lt;br /&gt;day, I saw nothing. After the second day, I saw nothing, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the third day, I saw that he had done not only his own washing, but mine as well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd again cheered). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third speaker, a Jamaican lady, stood up and said," After lass&lt;br /&gt;year's conference, I wen home and tole dat lazy husband of mines, Dingo&lt;br /&gt;Jack, dat I was froo pickin up his beer cans, cookin his tucker and&lt;br /&gt;washing his undaweah and dat he was goin to haf to do dem himself. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd went wild with cheering and clapping that lasted for five long minutes). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued........................... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Afta da first day, I nevah see nuffing. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta da second day I nevah see nuffing, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Keep Scrolling &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;gt;but afta da fird day, I could see a little bit out of my leff eye." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>2  fishermen</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-fishermen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:23:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-7230122683247069194</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;2 dumb fishermen decided to rent a&lt;br /&gt;boat on a lake for their favorite sport. After fishing for 4 hours at&lt;br /&gt;various places around the lake with no luck at all they decided to try&lt;br /&gt;one more spot before calling it quits, Suddenly things started to&lt;br /&gt;happen, and they caught their limit inside of twenty minutes. paul&lt;br /&gt;said, (Hey we should mark this spot, so next time we will know where to&lt;br /&gt;come,) Jim says good idea, and he took out a can of spray paint and&lt;br /&gt;made a large X on the floor of the boat....to mark the spot.... With&lt;br /&gt;that paul says, why did you do that, now anyone who rents this boat&lt;br /&gt;will know where to fish.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Questions that have Confused humankind!!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/questions-that-have-confused-humankind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:19:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-2687898376304023340</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;Questions that have Confused humankind!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, \"I think I\'ll&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?\"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Who was the first person to say \"See that chicken there....I\'m gonna eat the next thing that comes outta it\'s butt.\"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If the professor on Gilligan\'s Island can make a radio out of coconut, why can\'t he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but&lt;br /&gt;don\'t point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They\'re both dogs! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. What do you call male ballerinas?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If Wile E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that Acme crap,why&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn\'t he just buy dinner?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Isn\'t Disney World just a people trap operated by a mouse?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same tune? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Why do they call it an asteroid when it\'s outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it\'s in your ass?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog\'s face, he gets&lt;br /&gt;mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he can\'t wait to&lt;br /&gt;stick his head out the window into the wind?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.. Does pushing the elevator button more than once make it arrive faster?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Prayer</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:17:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-4847551771065864075</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;A little boy wanted $100 badly and prayed for two weeks but nothing happened.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he decided to write GOD a letter requesting the $100.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to GOD USA, they decided to send it to President Bush.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President was so impressed, touched, and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy a $5.00 bill.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was delighted with the $5.00 and sat down to write a thank you note to GOD, which read:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear GOD,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for sending the money, however, I noticed that for&lt;br /&gt;some reason you had to send it through Washington D.C. and, as usual,&lt;br /&gt;those idiots deducted $95.00!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>4 Doctors talk Politics!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/4-doctors-talk-politics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Thu, 5 Jun 2008 08:15:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6088712497094609514</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;An Israeli doctor said, "Medicine&lt;br /&gt;in my country is so advanced, we can take a kidney out of one person,&lt;br /&gt;put it in another and have him looking for work in six weeks."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German doctor said "That's nothing! In Germany, we can take a lung&lt;br /&gt;out of one person, put it in another and have him looking for work in&lt;br /&gt;four weeks."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian doctor said, "In my country, medicine is so advanced, we can&lt;br /&gt;take half a heart from one person, put it in another and have them both&lt;br /&gt;looking for work in two weeks."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American doctor, not to be outdone, said "Hah! We are about to take&lt;br /&gt;an asshole out of Texas, put him in the White House and half the&lt;br /&gt;country will be looking for work the next day."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Kidneys for Brains</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/kidneys-for-brains_04.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (unni)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 14:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-3543149008508650203</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt; The teacher asked her students if&lt;br/&gt;anyone knew the answer to 2+2, they had three tries or they would not&lt;br/&gt;get recess. The first kid said "Uh, 14? "No," the teacher said. The&lt;br/&gt;second kid said "3.8" "Not quite" the teacher said. Finally the third&lt;br/&gt;kid said "That's easy, 4" "Yes, you all get recess now". At the&lt;br/&gt;playground the kids asked how did he know the answer and he said "It's&lt;br/&gt;all about the Kidneys!" as he pointed to his head.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Restoring her youth!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/restoring-her-youth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:33:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6253846686599307195</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;After her fifth child, Lucy decided&lt;br /&gt;that she should have some cosmetic surgery "down below" to restore&lt;br /&gt;herself to her former youthful glory.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and childbirth had taken its toll and she reckoned that, with five&lt;br /&gt;children now being the limit, she'd tidy things with a nip here and a&lt;br /&gt;tuck there.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the operation she awoke from her anaesthetic to find three roses at the end of the bed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these from ?" she asked the nurse, "They're very nice but I'm a bit confused as to why I've received them."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well" said the nurse, "The first is from the surgeon - the operation&lt;br /&gt;went so well and you were such a model patient that he wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;thanks."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh, thats really nice" said Lucy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The second is from your husband - he's delighted the operation was&lt;br /&gt;such a success that he can't wait to get you home. Apparently it'll be&lt;br /&gt;the first time he's touched the sides for years and he's very excited!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brilliant!" said Lucy. "And the third?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats from Eric in the burns unit" said the nurse.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He just wanted to say thanks for his new ears!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I can\&amp;#39;t feel my legs!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-feel-my-legs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:33:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-3587277462986411757</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;A man wakes up in a hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;after a terrible accident and cries - "DOC, DOC...I can't feel my legs,&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my legs!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well of course you can't silly!", replies the Doc... "I've cut off both of your arms."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Rude Doctor!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/rude-doctor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:31:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-2652760472948916974</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;Mr. Jones gets a call from the&lt;br /&gt;hospital. They tell him his wife's been in a terrible car accident. He&lt;br /&gt;rushes to the hospital, runs in to the ER and says his wife's been in&lt;br /&gt;an accident.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell him Dr. Smith is handling the case and they page the doctor.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is&lt;br /&gt;inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you&lt;br /&gt;will have to feed her."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones begins to sob.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent pneumonia."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, of course," the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as&lt;br /&gt;she'll have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers&lt;br /&gt;must be changed at least five times a day."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries, sobs, wails.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a&lt;br /&gt;regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her bowel&lt;br /&gt;will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must&lt;br /&gt;clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent&lt;br /&gt;she'll be emitting regularly."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Mr. Jones is convulsing and sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder and says -&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I'm just messinging with you, dude...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do all that stuff - she's dead!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>10 Commandments of a Teenager</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-commandments-of-teenager.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:30:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-2763362364679255750</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;1) Thou shall not sneak out when parents are sleeping.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why wait that long)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Thou shall not do drugs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(alcohol lasts longer, not to mention being cheaper.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thou shall not steal from K-Mart.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Walmart has a bigger selection)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Thou shall not be arrested for vandalism.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(destruction has a bigger effect, I can tell you all about this)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Thou shall not steal from your parents.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone knows grandma has more money)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Thou shall not get into fights.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cat fight anyhow...just start them.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Thou shall not skip class.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just take the whole day off)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Thou shall not strip in class.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hooters pays more)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Thou shall not think about having sex.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like Nike says, "just do it")&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Thou shall not help old ladies across the street.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just leave'm in the middle)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Little Johnny at it again!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-johnny-at-it-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-6826379802393293927</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;The teacher was telling her 4th grade class about today's lesson.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll say a letter of the alphabet and you give me a word that starts with that letter. Let's begin. A"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children raise their hands, but little Johnny was almost coming&lt;br /&gt;out of his seat trying to get picked. The teacher knew Johnny had a&lt;br /&gt;filthy mouth and thought to herself that if she picked Johnny, he would&lt;br /&gt;give her a word like 'ass' or 'asshole'. She picked Wendy, and Wendy&lt;br /&gt;said "apple".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good", said the teacher, "now B".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny was jumping out of his seat again, but the teacher picked Bobby. Bobby said "ball".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on and on with Johnny trying to get picked for each letter&lt;br /&gt;and the teacher knowing there was a dirty word for it. Then she got to&lt;br /&gt;"R". Nobody but Johnny had their hands up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher thought and thought and couldn't think of a bad word that started with "R". So she picked Johnny.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny stands up and says: "R...Rat...a big, fat, fuckin' Rat!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>One Brilliant Kid!</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-brilliant-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:27:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-4027034752742896210</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt;A Duke was hunting in the forest&lt;br /&gt;with his men-at-arms and servants when he came across a tree. Upon it,&lt;br /&gt;archery targets were painted and smack in the middle of each was an&lt;br /&gt;arrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this incredibly fine archer?" cried the duke. "I must find him!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After continuing through the forest for a few miles he came across a&lt;br /&gt;small boy carrying a bow and arrow. Eventually the boy admitted that it&lt;br /&gt;was he who shot the arrows plumb in the center of all the targets.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't just walk up to the targets and hammer the arrows into the&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;middle, did you?" asked the duke worriedly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No my lord. I shot them from a hundred paces. I swear it by all that I hold holy."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is truly astonishing," said the duke. "I hereby admit you into my service." The boy thanked him profusely.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I must ask one favor in return," the duke continued. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must tell me how you came to be such an outstanding shot."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the boy, "first I fire the arrow at the tree...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then I paint the target around it."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Kidneys for Brains</title><link>http://jokerheart.blogspot.com/2008/06/kidneys-for-brains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arun)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 13:26:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4712056946195649854.post-4679409603228634829</guid><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font size='2' face='Verdana,Arial'&gt; The teacher asked her students if&lt;br /&gt;anyone knew the answer to 2+2, they had three tries or they would not&lt;br /&gt;get recess. The first kid said "Uh, 14? "No," the teacher said. The&lt;br /&gt;second kid said "3.8" "Not quite" the teacher said. Finally the third&lt;br /&gt;kid said "That's easy, 4" "Yes, you all get recess now". At the&lt;br /&gt;playground the kids asked how did he know the answer and he said "It's&lt;br /&gt;all about the Kidneys!" as he pointed to his head.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>