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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCRHo8cCp7ImA9WhVSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006</id><updated>2012-03-06T07:09:25.478+01:00</updated><category term="Test your smartness" /><category term="Stupidity jokes" /><category term="Funny jokes" /><category term="Animal jokes" /><category term="Stupid questions" /><category term="Brain teasers" /><category term="definition jokes" /><category term="Quotes and wise sayings" /><category term="General jokes" /><category term="hospital jokes" /><category term="Funny pictures" /><category term="Couple jokes" /><category term="Religion jokes" /><category term="Couple joke" /><category term="Devil jokes" /><category term="Birthday jokes" /><category term="Family jokes" /><category term="Blonde jokes" /><category term="Johnny jokes" /><category term="quotes" /><category term="School jokes" /><category term="Riddles" /><category term="yo mama jokes" /><category term="Bar jokes" /><category term="Sadar jokes" /><category term="Computer jokes" /><title>IT IS A J0KE</title><subtitle type="html">Have a wonLAUGHul experience with the best of JOKES, increase your reasoning level with RIDDLES.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>325</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/Bosei" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/bosei" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCRHozfip7ImA9WhVSEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-7934355255909924560</id><published>2012-03-06T07:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T07:09:25.486+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-06T07:09:25.486+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bar jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family jokes" /><title>FAMILY PROBLEMS</title><content type="html">Two men, one American and&lt;br /&gt;
an Indian were sitting in a&lt;br /&gt;
bar drinking shot after shot.&lt;br /&gt;
The Indian man said to the&lt;br /&gt;
American, "You know my&lt;br /&gt;
parents are forcing me to&lt;br /&gt;
get married to this so called&lt;br /&gt;
homely girl from a village&lt;br /&gt;
whom I haven't even met&lt;br /&gt;
once."&lt;br /&gt;
We call this arranged&lt;br /&gt;
marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
... I don't want to marry a&lt;br /&gt;
woman whom I don't love... I&lt;br /&gt;
told them that openly&lt;br /&gt;
and now have a hell lot of&lt;br /&gt;
family problems."&lt;br /&gt;
The American said, talking&lt;br /&gt;
about love marriages... well…&lt;br /&gt;
I'll tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;
I married a widow whom I&lt;br /&gt;
deeply loved and dated for 3&lt;br /&gt;
years.&lt;br /&gt;
"After a couple of years, my&lt;br /&gt;
father fell in love with my&lt;br /&gt;
step-daughter and so my&lt;br /&gt;
father became my son-in-law&lt;br /&gt;
and I became my father's&lt;br /&gt;
father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;
Legally now my daughter is&lt;br /&gt;
my mother and my wife my&lt;br /&gt;
grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;
More problems occurred&lt;br /&gt;
when I had a son. My son is&lt;br /&gt;
my father's brother and&lt;br /&gt;
so he is my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;
Situations turned worse&lt;br /&gt;
when my father had a son.&lt;br /&gt;
Now my father's son i.e. my&lt;br /&gt;
brother is my grandson.&lt;br /&gt;
Ultimately, I have become my&lt;br /&gt;
own grand father and I am&lt;br /&gt;
my own grandson…..&lt;br /&gt;
And you are saying that you&lt;br /&gt;
have family&lt;br /&gt;
problems……..Oh.. Come&lt;br /&gt;
on…..!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-7934355255909924560?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iM85ysvR-owtryOajjeznGxIdcU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iM85ysvR-owtryOajjeznGxIdcU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/UMQGabERetc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7934355255909924560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post_06.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7934355255909924560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7934355255909924560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/UMQGabERetc/blog-post_06.html" title="FAMILY PROBLEMS" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/03/blog-post_06.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QMSXY9eCp7ImA9WhVTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-2190925225758255762</id><published>2012-03-05T10:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T10:23:08.860+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-05T10:23:08.860+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal jokes" /><title>THREE WISHES</title><content type="html">A fairy saw a lion chasing a&lt;br /&gt;
rabbit in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;
She asked both to stop,"I&lt;br /&gt;
will grant you both 3 wishes."&lt;br /&gt;
1st wish&lt;br /&gt;
Lion - all the lion in this forest,&lt;br /&gt;
except me, be female.&lt;br /&gt;
Rabbit wished for a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lion thought the rabbit was stupid and wasting his wish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2nd wish&lt;br /&gt;
lion- I wish all the lion in next&lt;br /&gt;
forest be female.&lt;br /&gt;
The Rabbit asked for a bike.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Lion was shocked again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3rd wish&lt;br /&gt;
lion- all the lion in world be&lt;br /&gt;
female except me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rabbit grinned, started&lt;br /&gt;
his bike n said,&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
Make this lion GAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-2190925225758255762?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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President of Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;
John: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher: You need to focus&lt;br /&gt;
more on your studies.&lt;br /&gt;
John: Yes Ma.&lt;br /&gt;
Then John to the Teacher:&lt;br /&gt;
John: Madam, do you know&lt;br /&gt;
Rita?&lt;br /&gt;
Teacher: No I don't.&lt;br /&gt;
John: Ma, I think you need to&lt;br /&gt;
focus more on your&lt;br /&gt;
husband!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-8507576050744358292?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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a 17 year old boy submitted at&lt;br /&gt;
a McDonald's fast-food&lt;br /&gt;
establishment in Florida... and&lt;br /&gt;
they hired him because he was&lt;br /&gt;
so honest and funny!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
NAME: Greg Bulmash&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SEX: Not yet. Still waiting for&lt;br /&gt;
the right person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DESIRED POSITION: Company's&lt;br /&gt;
President or Vice President. But&lt;br /&gt;
seriously, whatever's available.&lt;br /&gt;
If I was in a position to be&lt;br /&gt;
picky, I wouldn't be applying&lt;br /&gt;
here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a&lt;br /&gt;
year plus stock options and a&lt;br /&gt;
Michael Ovitz style severance&lt;br /&gt;
package. If that's not possible,&lt;br /&gt;
make an offer and we can&lt;br /&gt;
haggle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
EDUCATION: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LAST POSITION HELD: Target for&lt;br /&gt;
middle management hostility.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SALARY: Less than I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT:&lt;br /&gt;
My incredible collection of&lt;br /&gt;
stolen pens and post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK:&lt;br /&gt;
Any.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30&lt;br /&gt;
p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and&lt;br /&gt;
Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;
SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better&lt;br /&gt;
suited to a more intimate&lt;br /&gt;
environment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
MAY WE CONTACT YOUR&lt;br /&gt;
CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had&lt;br /&gt;
one, would I be here?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL&lt;br /&gt;
CONDITIONS THAT WOULD&lt;br /&gt;
PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP&lt;br /&gt;
TO 50 LBS?: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the&lt;br /&gt;
more appropriate question&lt;br /&gt;
here would be "Do you have a&lt;br /&gt;
car that runs?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;
AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I&lt;br /&gt;
may already be a winner of the&lt;br /&gt;
Publishers Clearing house&lt;br /&gt;
Sweepstakes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job no,&lt;br /&gt;
on my breaks yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE&lt;br /&gt;
DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in&lt;br /&gt;
the Bahamas with a fabulously&lt;br /&gt;
wealthy dumb beautiful blonde&lt;br /&gt;
super model who thinks I'm&lt;br /&gt;
the greatest thing since sliced&lt;br /&gt;
bread. Actually, I'd like to be&lt;br /&gt;
doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE&lt;br /&gt;
ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE&lt;br /&gt;
TO THE BEST OF YOUR&lt;br /&gt;
KNOWLEDGE?: Yes. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SIGN HERE: Aries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-4123777493291612820?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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from work and greets his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
Upon seeing him, she asks for $20 to buy meat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
He leads her to a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;
holds up the $20 bill and says to her, "Honey, the $20 in the mirror is yours. The other belongs to me."&lt;br /&gt;
Satisfied with his "ingenious"&lt;br /&gt;
remark, he sits back and the&lt;br /&gt;
incident was forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;
...&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, he comes&lt;br /&gt;
home and greets his wife.&lt;br /&gt;
When he goes to the dining&lt;br /&gt;
room, the table is laden with meats and delicious foods.&lt;br /&gt;
Shaken, he asks his wife&lt;br /&gt;
where she got the money.&lt;br /&gt;
She leads him to the same&lt;br /&gt;
mirror and lifts up her skirt. "See that p**** in the mirror? That one belongs to you. The other belongs to the butcher."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-6807491507554202381?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ez9fN3AFJ9e6PbZI7IWFFBtbxFM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ez9fN3AFJ9e6PbZI7IWFFBtbxFM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/w4gu0d9YOfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6807491507554202381/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/other-one-in-mirror.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6807491507554202381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6807491507554202381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/w4gu0d9YOfU/other-one-in-mirror.html" title="THE OTHER ONE IN THE MIRROR" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/other-one-in-mirror.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QESX0_eyp7ImA9WhVTFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-330212799819079568</id><published>2012-02-28T09:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T09:55:08.343+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-28T09:55:08.343+01:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-330212799819079568?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/06ast41a7c1iuYjZU1bUwrNdk8U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/06ast41a7c1iuYjZU1bUwrNdk8U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/06ast41a7c1iuYjZU1bUwrNdk8U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/06ast41a7c1iuYjZU1bUwrNdk8U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/lbOCDsX_YsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/330212799819079568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_28.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/330212799819079568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/330212799819079568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/lbOCDsX_YsY/blog-post_28.html" title="" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_28.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGRH89eyp7ImA9WhVTE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1137741807957945784</id><published>2012-02-27T08:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T08:35:25.163+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T08:35:25.163+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes" /><title>IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL</title><content type="html">A man comes home from work one day and he says to his wife: "Honey, I got a new secretary. And imagine what happened! She's got a red and white bra. You know, these are the colors of my favorite football team. Anyway, it's not a big deal but it feels good." The next day when they come home his wife asks, "How was your day?" The man says: "Fantastic! It's not only her bra that is red and white but also her panties. You know it's not a big deal but it really feels good!" The third day they meet at home after work and now the man asks his wife, "And what happened today in your office, honey?" She says, "Oh, nothing special, sweetheart. I got a new boss today. His d*** is two inches longer than yours. You know it's not a big deal but, it feels good!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-1137741807957945784?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GyEVP8H5EaDFQvDiVOWbMFVks0A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GyEVP8H5EaDFQvDiVOWbMFVks0A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GyEVP8H5EaDFQvDiVOWbMFVks0A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GyEVP8H5EaDFQvDiVOWbMFVks0A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/yMSpeZLaWOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1137741807957945784/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-not-big-deal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1137741807957945784?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1137741807957945784?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/yMSpeZLaWOg/its-not-big-deal.html" title="IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-not-big-deal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMSX49eSp7ImA9WhVTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-4118220342426752401</id><published>2012-02-26T06:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T07:01:28.061+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-26T07:01:28.061+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Johnny jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School jokes" /><title>DON'T WORRY</title><content type="html">The pretty teacher was concerned with one of her eleven-year-old students. Taking him aside after after class one day, she asked, &lt;br /&gt;
"Little Johnny, why has your school work been so poor lately?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm in love," the boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Holding back urge to smile, she asked, "With whom?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"With you," he said. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"But Johnny," she said gently, "Don't you see how silly that is?  It's true that I would like a husband of my own someday. But I don't want a child." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh, don't worry," the boy replied reassuringly, "I'll use a rubber!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-4118220342426752401?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t2t-0j2-x99z49YxlksYAEihHW0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t2t-0j2-x99z49YxlksYAEihHW0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t2t-0j2-x99z49YxlksYAEihHW0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/t2t-0j2-x99z49YxlksYAEihHW0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/EbGuEky00_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4118220342426752401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_26.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/4118220342426752401?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/4118220342426752401?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/EbGuEky00_o/blog-post_26.html" title="DON'T WORRY" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_26.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ICQHw6cSp7ImA9WhVTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-177949373649807415</id><published>2012-02-24T07:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T07:39:21.219+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T07:39:21.219+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupidity jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital jokes" /><title>CURED OF MADNESS</title><content type="html">A psychiatrist wanted to know how many of his patients have been cured of madness, so he assembled them in a classroom and drew a big door on the blackboard. He told the class that̴̶̲̣̣̣̥̩̩̩̥̲̥̅̊  ̲̅if anyone can open ddoor on the board, that person will receive a gift of N20,000 and will be free to go home. On hearing this, they all rushed to the board to open the door, except one young man who remained in his seat at the back smiling. The psychiatrist, with joy and excitement on his face seeing Dα̲̅ƭ somebody has been cured of madness, went to himand asked, why didn't you join your mates to open d door? The young man replied, don't mind those mad people, they are just fooling themselves, they don't know that I have the key with me in my pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-177949373649807415?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7VXpJhayHMCpcqIUrwdAamFiI6w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7VXpJhayHMCpcqIUrwdAamFiI6w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7VXpJhayHMCpcqIUrwdAamFiI6w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7VXpJhayHMCpcqIUrwdAamFiI6w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/GIMUYvnC0Ss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/177949373649807415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/cured-of-madness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/177949373649807415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/177949373649807415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/GIMUYvnC0Ss/cured-of-madness.html" title="CURED OF MADNESS" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/cured-of-madness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UGRnY-fCp7ImA9WhRaGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-7527655327744457436</id><published>2012-02-22T09:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T09:27:07.854+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T09:27:07.854+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes" /><title>THE BLIND CUSTOMER</title><content type="html">A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a menu. "I'm sorry, sir, but I am blind and can't read the menu. Just bring me a dirty fork from a previous customer. I'll smell it and order from there." A little confused, the owner walks over to the dirty dish pile and picks up a greasy fork. He returns to the blind man's table and hands it to him. The blind man puts the fork to his nose and takes in a deep breath. "Ah, yes, that's what I'll have -- meatloaf and mashed potatoes." Unbelievable, the owner thinks as he walks towards the kitchen. The cook happens to be the owner's wife. He tells her what had just happened. The blind man eats his meal and leaves. Several days later, the blind man returns and the owner mistakenly brings him a menu again. "Sir, remember me? I'm the blind man." "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. I'll go get you a dirty fork." The owner retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says, "That smells great. I'll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli." Walking away in disbelief, the owner thinks the blind man is screwing around with him and tells his wife that the next time the blind man comes in he's going to test him. The blind man eats and leaves. He returns the following week, but this time the owner sees him coming and runs to the kitchen. He tells his wife, "Mary, rub this fork on your panties before I take it to the blind man." Mary complies and hands her husband the fork. As the blind man walks in and sits down, the owner is ready and waiting. "Good afternoon, sir, this time I remembered you and I already have the fork ready for you." The blind man puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff, and says, "Hey I didn't know that Mary worked here..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-7527655327744457436?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/At1UveUHkR46OvoyCOGQrQyAmvA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/At1UveUHkR46OvoyCOGQrQyAmvA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/At1UveUHkR46OvoyCOGQrQyAmvA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/At1UveUHkR46OvoyCOGQrQyAmvA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/hbvIHSGPBZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7527655327744457436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blind-customer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7527655327744457436?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7527655327744457436?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/hbvIHSGPBZM/blind-customer.html" title="THE BLIND CUSTOMER" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blind-customer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBSHs9cSp7ImA9WhRaF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-6719192263325729534</id><published>2012-02-20T07:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T07:09:19.569+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-20T07:09:19.569+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes" /><title>THE LEAFLET</title><content type="html">I got a leaflet posted through my door this morning, it said, "ARE YOU ALCOHOLIC ? CALL THIS NUMBER NOW, WE CAN HELP!" So i gave them a call. It was the local damn liquor store and they gave me the best deal buy 5 get 2 free........ :p X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-6719192263325729534?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOov7l-wZJtpmPZqv6LtgZ-snSM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOov7l-wZJtpmPZqv6LtgZ-snSM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOov7l-wZJtpmPZqv6LtgZ-snSM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FOov7l-wZJtpmPZqv6LtgZ-snSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/-tW94dEguTA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6719192263325729534/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/leaflet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6719192263325729534?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6719192263325729534?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/-tW94dEguTA/leaflet.html" title="THE LEAFLET" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/leaflet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBQH85eyp7ImA9WhRaFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-2337141017472742672</id><published>2012-02-17T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:59:11.123+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T09:59:11.123+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital jokes" /><title>THIRTEEN</title><content type="html">A young man was strolling&lt;br /&gt;
down a street. As he passed a&lt;br /&gt;
large building with a fence&lt;br /&gt;
around it, he heard a group of&lt;br /&gt;
people chanting "Thirteen,&lt;br /&gt;
thirteen, thirteen" over and over&lt;br /&gt;
again.&lt;br /&gt;
Curious, he tried to see over the&lt;br /&gt;
fence, but couldn't. Then he&lt;br /&gt;
spotted a hole in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;
He put his eye to the hole. He&lt;br /&gt;
just managed to spy some old&lt;br /&gt;
people sitting in deckchairs&lt;br /&gt;
chanting, before a finger came&lt;br /&gt;
out of nowhere and poked him&lt;br /&gt;
in the eye. As he staggered back,&lt;br /&gt;
the old people started chanting,&lt;br /&gt;
"Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-2337141017472742672?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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on Valentine's Day night and&lt;br /&gt;
sees a beautiful woman sitting&lt;br /&gt;
alone at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After an hour of gathering up&lt;br /&gt;
his courage he finally goes over to her and asks tentatively, "Um, would you mind if I brought you a drink?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She responds by yelling, at the&lt;br /&gt;
top of her lungs, "No, I won't&lt;br /&gt;
sleep with you tonight!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone in the pub is now&lt;br /&gt;
staring at them. Naturally, the&lt;br /&gt;
guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks back to his table totally red faced.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and&lt;br /&gt;
apologizes. She smiles at him&lt;br /&gt;
and says, "I'm really sorry if I&lt;br /&gt;
embarrassed you just then. You see, I'm a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how people respond to embarrassing situations."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man responds, at the top of his lungs, "No I will not pay&lt;br /&gt;
$200!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-6357853384480939939?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Girlfriend is like a MOBILE :O&lt;br /&gt;
At home you watch TV,&lt;br /&gt;
but when you go out you take&lt;br /&gt;
your MOBILE =)]&lt;br /&gt;
No money, you keep your old TV,&lt;br /&gt;
got money, you change your&lt;br /&gt;
MOBILE =D&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you enjoy TV,&lt;br /&gt;
but most of the time you play&lt;br /&gt;
with your MOBILE *...* ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;
TV is free for life,&lt;br /&gt;
but for the MOBILE, if you&lt;br /&gt;
don't pay, services will be&lt;br /&gt;
terminated &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;
TV is big and bulky,&lt;br /&gt;
MOBILE is cute, slim, curvy&lt;br /&gt;
and very portable ♥♥ ;;)&lt;br /&gt;
Operational costs for TV is&lt;br /&gt;
minimal, but for the MOBILE it is&lt;br /&gt;
often high and demanding #:-s&lt;br /&gt;
X_X&lt;br /&gt;
Most importantly, MOBILE is a&lt;br /&gt;
two-way communication (you&lt;br /&gt;
talk and listen),&lt;br /&gt;
but in most cases with the TV&lt;br /&gt;
you MUST only listen (whether&lt;br /&gt;
you want to or not) :p :&amp;&lt;br /&gt;
Last but not least!&lt;br /&gt;
TVs don't have viruses,&lt;br /&gt;
but MOBILEs often do ;)&lt;br /&gt;
Be careful o... Happy valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-8717346087390631810?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font color="red"&gt;Advice... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Always forgive your enemies&lt;br /&gt;
-Nothing annoys them so much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you can not see the bright&lt;br /&gt;
side of life, polish the dull side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take naps regularly, regular naps prevent old age,&lt;br /&gt;
 especially if you take them while&lt;br /&gt;
 driving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cheer up, the worst is yet to&lt;br /&gt;
come.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;font color="red"&gt;Facts...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There are three sides to any&lt;br /&gt;
argument: your side, my side&lt;br /&gt;
and the right side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are right, no one&lt;br /&gt;
remembers. When you’re&lt;br /&gt;
wrong, no one forgets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are so useless like "AY" in the word "OKAY"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-1276090321076780213?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EItjxz9LICD1J5GSuI4za49T1HY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EItjxz9LICD1J5GSuI4za49T1HY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/yhdu2NcuDCg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6960121931779171917/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_13.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6960121931779171917?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6960121931779171917?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/yhdu2NcuDCg/blog-post_13.html" title="" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQ3w8fSp7ImA9WhRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-557183554913625009</id><published>2012-02-11T04:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T04:11:22.275+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T04:11:22.275+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes" /><title>USE YOUR NUMBER 6 IN 6 WAYS</title><content type="html">A young boy met a very rich business man and asked him"sir, what is the secret of your success?" and he replied, "boy, you have to use your number 6 in 6 ways". The boy was so surprised and asked him "sir, how in 6ways?" he further replied "I only do business 6 times in a year, &lt;br /&gt;
1. I sell bags of rice during d xmas season, &lt;br /&gt;
2. I sell children clothes duringchildren's day celebration, &lt;br /&gt;
3. I sell poultry during the easter celebration period, &lt;br /&gt;
4. I sell condoms on valetine day, &lt;br /&gt;
5. I sell indian hemp on Bob marley's rememberance day. So, you see why i am successful?" the boy asked "sir, you did not tell me the 6th" he then smiled and said "&lt;br /&gt;
6. I go on VACATION" the boy asked "VACATION? To where?" The man replied " yes I normally on vacation  go to jail".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-557183554913625009?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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lift in a very lavish department&lt;br /&gt;
store when a young, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;
woman gets in, smelling of&lt;br /&gt;
expensive scent. She turns to the&lt;br /&gt;
old woman and says arrogantly:&lt;br /&gt;
'Romance by Ralph Lauren,&lt;br /&gt;
$3000 a bottle.'&lt;br /&gt;
Then another young woman gets&lt;br /&gt;
in the lift, She also turns to the&lt;br /&gt;
old woman and says snootily:&lt;br /&gt;
chanel No 5, $2550 a bottle.'&lt;br /&gt;
A few floors later, the old&lt;br /&gt;
woman has reached her&lt;br /&gt;
destination. As she gets out, she&lt;br /&gt;
looks both woman in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;
then turns round, bends over and farts, saying: 'Locally made, $5 a bottle .'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-3202092908533232632?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kO4NOjRENsVHbFnEoTFC9Aj4mw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_kO4NOjRENsVHbFnEoTFC9Aj4mw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/987TjVQBOnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3202092908533232632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-dollars-per-bottle.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3202092908533232632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3202092908533232632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/987TjVQBOnc/5-dollars-per-bottle.html" title="5 DOLLARS PER BOTTLE" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-dollars-per-bottle.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QASXozeyp7ImA9WhRbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-6588290904123806940</id><published>2012-02-09T09:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:15:48.483+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T09:15:48.483+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes" /><title>COMPLAINTS</title><content type="html">A man was carrying two babies,&lt;br /&gt;
one in each arm, while waiting&lt;br /&gt;
for a train. A woman upon seeing&lt;br /&gt;
those two cute babies asked the&lt;br /&gt;
man, "Aren't they cute, what are&lt;br /&gt;
their names?" The man giving&lt;br /&gt;
the lady an angry look replied, "I&lt;br /&gt;
don't know." The lady then&lt;br /&gt;
asked, Are they boys or girls?"&lt;br /&gt;
The man looking angrier than&lt;br /&gt;
before replied "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;
The woman then started to scold&lt;br /&gt;
the man, "What kind of a father&lt;br /&gt;
are you?". The man replied, "I am&lt;br /&gt;
not their father, I am just a&lt;br /&gt;
condom salesman and these are&lt;br /&gt;
the two complaints that I am&lt;br /&gt;
taking back to my company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-6588290904123806940?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9QaaZDvSwhy2uceoEVd4FXSCmM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A9QaaZDvSwhy2uceoEVd4FXSCmM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/PY_HeLlUi48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6588290904123806940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/complaints.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6588290904123806940?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6588290904123806940?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/PY_HeLlUi48/complaints.html" title="COMPLAINTS" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/complaints.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAHQX84eCp7ImA9WhRbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1419932193372769781</id><published>2012-02-08T08:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:05:30.130+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T08:05:30.130+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple joke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital jokes" /><title>LARRY'S BAR</title><content type="html">A man goes to a shrink and says,&lt;br /&gt;
"Doctor, my wife is unfaithful to&lt;br /&gt;
me. Every evening, she goes to&lt;br /&gt;
Larry's bar and picks up men. In&lt;br /&gt;
fact, She sleeps with anybody&lt;br /&gt;
who asks her! I'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;
What do you think I should do?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Relax," says the Doctor, "take a&lt;br /&gt;
deep breath and calm down.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, tell me, exactly where is&lt;br /&gt;
Larry's bar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-1419932193372769781?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ttx8oc-pGjZlomBd8q8R80NNTks/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ttx8oc-pGjZlomBd8q8R80NNTks/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~4/yjSxc0bE0GA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1419932193372769781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/larrys-bar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1419932193372769781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1419932193372769781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/Bosei/~3/yjSxc0bE0GA/larrys-bar.html" title="LARRY'S BAR" /><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/02/larrys-bar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMMRnY9fSp7ImA9WhRbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-324324183890330076</id><published>2012-02-06T08:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:14:47.865+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T08:14:47.865+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hospital jokes" /><title>KILL TO ESCAPE</title><content type="html">Two mad men in a psychiatric&lt;br /&gt;
hospital escaped out of their&lt;br /&gt;
wards. They knew the guards at&lt;br /&gt;
the gate won't allow them to&lt;br /&gt;
escape out out of the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;
so, both of them decided that&lt;br /&gt;
they'll kill the guards and run out&lt;br /&gt;
of the hospital, so they headed&lt;br /&gt;
for the gate with a knife each.&lt;br /&gt;
When they got to the gate, the&lt;br /&gt;
guards were not there and the&lt;br /&gt;
gates were not locked. One of&lt;br /&gt;
the guys said to the other: shit!&lt;br /&gt;
Where are these stupid guards&lt;br /&gt;
for God's sake?&lt;br /&gt;
The second guy replied him:&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sure they've gone to eat,&lt;br /&gt;
Let's hide there, we'll kill them&lt;br /&gt;
and run out as soon as they&lt;br /&gt;
show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-324324183890330076?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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and a Nigerian were sailing. The&lt;br /&gt;
Devil appeared and said "drop&lt;br /&gt;
something in the sea, if I find it&lt;br /&gt;
I'll eat you but if I can't, then I'll&lt;br /&gt;
be your slave. The American&lt;br /&gt;
dropped a diamond, the devil&lt;br /&gt;
found it and ate him. The British&lt;br /&gt;
dropped a small platinum piece,&lt;br /&gt;
the devil found it and ate him&lt;br /&gt;
too. The Nigerian opened a bottle&lt;br /&gt;
of water, emptied it in the sea&lt;br /&gt;
and said "today na today! Find&lt;br /&gt;
am, I dey wait".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-8025956982181971256?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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girlfriend while she was terribly&lt;br /&gt;
sick and urgently needed blood.&lt;br /&gt;
A few months later, view broke&lt;br /&gt;
up. The guy then went to the girl&lt;br /&gt;
and ask for his blood back. The&lt;br /&gt;
girl threw him her menstrual pad&lt;br /&gt;
and said I'll pay in monthly&lt;br /&gt;
instalments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-578284124345328406?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Mum: thunder fire you! It's your own mama go die first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7029196207215550006-502347738797018902?l=jokingisfun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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