<?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>THE JOKES OF INDIA</title><description></description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 1 Nov 2024 15:24:00 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">166</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://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>Clean Jokes and Videos</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>The Jokes of India</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Comedy"/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>What is God's Profession?</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2016/03/gods-profession.html</link><category>Biologist</category><category>Delhi Muse</category><category>Economist</category><category>God's Profession</category><category>Jagjot Saini</category><category>Philosopher</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>The Jokes of India</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Mar 2016 21:38:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-8464333197734543234</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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"Wrong," said the architect. "Before that, he created the heavens and the earth. Before the earth, there was only complete confusion and chaos!" "Well," said the economist, "where do you think the chaos came from?"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, 7th March, 2016</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2016/03/the-joke-of-day-monday-7th-march-2016.html</link><category>Boss and Secretary</category><category>Gurpreet</category><category>Jokes</category><category>Naked</category><category>Santa</category><category>Santa Banta</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>The Jokes of India</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Mar 2016 13:18:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-7931567975023065106</guid><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;On his Birthday, Santa was really upset because none of his family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;members or near and dear ones wished him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;As he walked into his office, his secretary Gurpreet said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;"Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;" He felt a bit better knowing that at least someone remembered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;In the lunch time Gurpreet knocked on his door and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;"You know, it's such a beautiful day outside, and it's your Birthday,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;why don't we go out for lunch, just you and me."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;Santa happily agreed .They had their lunch but on the way back to the office,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;Gurpreet said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;We don't have to go right back to the office, do we?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;Santa replied "I suppose not. What do you have in mind?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;She said, "Let's go to my apartment, it's just around the corner."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;After arriving at her apartment, Gurpreet said, "Boss if you don't mind,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;"Ok." He nervously replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;She came out carrying a huge birthday cake... Followed by his wife, his kids,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;Banta, his wife and dozens of his friends, and co-workers, all singing "Happy Birthday".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #504d4d; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', arial, verdana; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 23.4667px;"&gt;And Santa just sat there... On the couch... Naked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day when Sir Rajani wanted to drink&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYAvu5olv6qJoporrFDjLFdeDCQ5DBlHSkwKxJV_X2738waDw_U8nJrfxYwZZd3fXLjaYXz765gvU8pK20tNa5X3W53dnSulbo3MMAO_xYXbhH_p7xkpAOqls5QmuBOy6j_7Pnw8ts5Hw/s1600/1016443_532465833473949_1463744229_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHYAvu5olv6qJoporrFDjLFdeDCQ5DBlHSkwKxJV_X2738waDw_U8nJrfxYwZZd3fXLjaYXz765gvU8pK20tNa5X3W53dnSulbo3MMAO_xYXbhH_p7xkpAOqls5QmuBOy6j_7Pnw8ts5Hw/s640/1016443_532465833473949_1463744229_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Something landed up in Sir Rajani's lawn&lt;/div&gt;
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Poor Fellows&lt;/div&gt;
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Santa, Banta and Lungi go into a pub and each order a pint of beer. Just as the bartender hands them over, three flies buzz down and one lands in each of the pints.&lt;/div&gt;
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Santa looks disgusted, pushes his pint away and demands another pint.&lt;/div&gt;
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Banta picks out the fly, shrugs, and takes a long swallow.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lung reaches in to the glass, pinches the fly between his fingers and shakes him while yelling, "Spit it out, ya bastard! Spit it out!"&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 17, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-17-2009.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 08:46:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-1679405485450480419</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa and Banta were fighting after exam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher: Why are you fighting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa: This fool left the answer sheet blank... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teacher: So what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa: Even I did the same thing, now examiner will think that we both copied. &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Friday, August 14, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-da.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Friday Jokes</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 08:47:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-9060828893476172315</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After playing 18 holes of golf, a few golfers were sitting around the clubhouse settling their bets when another golfer Santa Singh stormed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuming after a lousy round, Santa slammed down his scorecard and announced, "If I wasn't married, I'd give this stupid game up!"&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Thursday, August 6, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-thursday-august-6-2009.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Thursday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 6 Aug 2009 08:21:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-3325019406907207189</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man walks into a bar one night. He goes up to the bar and asks for a beer. "Certainly, sir, that'll be 1 cent."&lt;br /&gt;"One penny?!" exclaimed the guy.&lt;br /&gt;The barman replied, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;So, the guy glances over at the menu, and he asks, "Could I have a nice juicy T-bone steak, with fries, peas, and a salad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly sir," replies the bartender, "but all that comes to real money."&lt;br /&gt;"How much money?" inquires the guy. "Four cents," he replies.&lt;br /&gt;"Four cents?!" exclaims the guy.&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the guy who owns this place?"&lt;br /&gt;The barman replies, "Upstairs with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "What's he doing with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replies, "Same as what I'm doing to his business."    &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Wednesday, August 5, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-wednesday-august-5-2009.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Wednesday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 5 Aug 2009 12:10:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-935621087461926566</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh was filling out a job application at our place,  for a job on the shipping dock. When he came to the question, "Have you ever been arrested?" he wrote, "No."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next question, intended for people who had answered in the affirmative to the previous question was: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh, apparently not paying attention, answering it anyway wrote in, "Never got caught."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_649.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 09:53:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-2382643918641782872</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It reads:SISTERS OF ST. FRANCISHOUSE OF PROSTITUTION10 MILES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought....Soon he sees another sign which reads:SISTERS OF ST. FRANCISHOUSE OF PROSTITUTION5 MILES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:SISTERS OF ST. FRANCISHOUSE OF PROSTITUTIONNEXT RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you my son?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Very well my son. Please follow me."He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented.The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, "Please knock on this door."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door, "Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The door locks, and he finds himself back in the parking lot facing another sign:GO IN PEACE.YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_1543.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 09:46:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-4182358507250999948</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man’s house is on fire. He runs out of the house with his son and tells him to wait outside. Then he runs back in and gets is daughter and brings her outside. Then his wife. Then the dog. Then he goes back in a couple of times without bringing out anybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a fireman asks him, “Why are you going back in there?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man replies, “I’m turning over my mother in law.”&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_7742.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 09:26:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-8843901288281192359</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh was, naturally, an eternal optimist. At every bad situation he would always say ”It could have been worse.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His friends hated that quality about him, so they came up with a story so horrible that not even Santa could come up with a bright side.So the next day, one of his friends showed up for a golf date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa asked, ”Where’s Banta Singh?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of his friends said, ”Didn’t you hear? Yesterday, Banta found his wife in bed with another man, shot them both, and then turned the gun on himself.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa says,”Well it could have been worse.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His friends said, ”How in hell could it be worse? Your best friend just killed himself!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa says, ”If it had happened two days ago, I’d be dead now!”&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_3741.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 09:08:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-93352705363248014</guid><description>25 Reasons Why Alcohol Should Be Served At Work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It’s an incentive to show up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It reduces stress. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It leads to more honest communication. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It reduces complaints about low pay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It cuts down on time off because you can work with a hangover. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Employees tell management what they think, not what management wants to hear. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It helps save on heating costs in the winter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It encourages carpooling. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increase job satisfaction because if you have a bad job,you don’t care. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes fellow employees look better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes the cafeteria food taste better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suddenly, burping during a meeting isn’t so embarrassing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Employees work later since there’s no longer a need to relax at the bar. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes everyone more open with their ideas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone agrees they work better after they’ve had a couple of drinks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eliminates the need for employees to get drunk on their lunch break. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Increases the chance of seeing your boss naked. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It promotes foreign relations with the former Soviet Union. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The janitor’s closet will finally have a use. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Employees no longer need coffee to sober up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the copy machine will no longer be seen as gross. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Babbling and mumbling incoherently will be common language. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_4105.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 09:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-2082455644214779646</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An 80 year old couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they arrived at the doctor’s, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After checking the couple out, the doctor tells them that they were physically okay but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them remember things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The couple thanked the doctor and left. Later that night while watching TV, the man got up from his chair and his wife asks, “Where are you going?”He replies, “To the kitchen.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asks, “Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He replies, “Sure.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She then asks him, “Don’t you think you should write it down so you can remember it?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He says, “No, I can remember that.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She then says, “Well I also would like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down because I know you’ll forget that.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He says, “I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She replies, “Well I also would like whipped cream on top. I know you will forget that so you better write it down.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With irritation in his voice, he says, “I don’t need to write that down! I can remember that.” He then fumes into the kitchen.After about 20 minutes he returns from the kitchen and hands her a plate of bacon and eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She stares at the plate for a moment and says angrily: “I TOLD you to write it down! You forgot my toast!”&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_7383.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 07:48:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-3906322031214557391</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five surgeons are discussing the types of people they like to operate on.&lt;br /&gt;The first surgeon says: 'I like to see accountants on my operating table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered.'&lt;br /&gt;The second responds: 'Yeah, but I like electricians! Everything inside them is color coded..'&lt;br /&gt;The third surgeon says: 'No, I really think librarians are thebest; everything inside them is in alphabetical order.'&lt;br /&gt;The fourth surgeon chimes in: 'You know, I like construction workers. Those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over.'&lt;br /&gt;But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed: 'You'reall wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There's no guts, no heart, no balls, no brain and no spine. Plus, the head and the ass are interchangeable.' &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009_03.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 07:39:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-250887487663559947</guid><description>A teacher asks her class, 'If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?' &lt;br /&gt;She calls on little Ralphy.&lt;br /&gt;He replies, 'None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot.'&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replies, 'The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking...'&lt;br /&gt;Then little RALPHY says, 'I have a question for YOU.There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream:&lt;br /&gt;One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone.&lt;br /&gt;The third is biting off the top of the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Which one is married?&lt;br /&gt;'The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, 'Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.'&lt;br /&gt;To which Little RALPHY replied, 'The correct answer is 'the one with the wedding ring on,' but I like your thinking.'</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Jokes of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/jokes-of-day-monday-august-3-2009.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 07:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-4938113094681497206</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little boy goes to his Dad and asks, "What is politics?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad says, "Well, son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the People. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future.Now, think about that and see if that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has soiled his diaper, so the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored, and the Future is in Deep shit."&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, August 3, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/08/joke-of-day-monday-august-3-2009.html</link><category>AUGUST JOKES</category><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 07:18:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-6790478754620917990</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An old prospector shuffled into town leading an old tired mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As he stood there brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, ‘Hey old man, have you ever danced?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, ‘No, I never did dance, — and just never wanted to.’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A crowd had gathered quickly and the gunslinger grinned and said, ‘Well, you old fool, you’re gonna’ dance now,’ and started shooting at the old man’s feet. The old prospector in order to not get a toe blown off or his boots perforated was soon hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet and everybody was laughing fit to be tied. When the last bullet had been fired the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers back. The loud, audible double clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The young gunslinger heard the sounds, too, and he turned around very slowly. The quiet was almost deafening.The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels. He found it hard to swallow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man’s hands.The old man said, ‘Son, did you ever kiss a mule’s ass?’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy bully swallowed hard and said, ‘No. But I’ve always wanted to.’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are two lessons for us all here: 1. Don’t waste ammunition. 2. Don’t mess with old people&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Tuesday, July 28, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/santa-singh-buys-ticket-and-wins.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Tuesday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:39:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-4497887896729250471</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh buys a ticket and wins the lottery. He goes to Delhi to claim it and the man verifies his ticket number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa says, "I want my 20 lakhs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man replied, "No, sir. It doesn't work that way. We give you one lakh today and then you'll get the rest spread out for the next 19 weeks." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh said, "Oh, no. I want all my money right now! I won it and I want it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, the man explained that he would only get a lakh that day and the rest during the next 19 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh, furious with the man, screams out, "Look, I want all my money now! If you're not going to give me my 20 lakhs right now, then I want my 10 rupees back!"&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Tuesday, July 28, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-tuesday-july-28-2009_557.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Thursday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:36:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-1751742987700870659</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day Santa was sitting in his office on the thirteenth floor building when a man came running in to his office and shouted "Banta Singh your daughter Preeto just died in an accident" Santa was in panic. Not knowing what to do he jumped from his office window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While coming down when he was near the tenth floor he remembered he didn't have a daughter named Preeto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he was near the fifth floor he remembered he was not married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he was about to hit the ground he remembered he was not Banta Singh.&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Tuesday, July 28, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-tuesday-july-28-2009_5184.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Tuesday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:34:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-8945121475342913004</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa was filling up an application form for a job. He promptly filled the columns titled NAME,AGE,ADDRESS etc. Then he the column SEX. He was not sure as to what to be filled there. After much thought he wrote THRICE A WEEK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On seeing this in his appln. form, he was told that it was wrong and what they wanted it to be filled was either MALE or FEMALE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again Santa thought for a long time before coming up with the answer PREFERABLY FEMALES.&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Tuesday, July 28, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-tuesday-july-28-2009_28.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Tuesday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-4699862352785121557</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chickens to begin with. A month later he returned to the dealer for another hundred chickens because all of the first lot had died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A month later he was back at the dealer for another hundred chickens for the second lot had also died. 'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said Santa, 'I think I'm planting them too deep.'&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Tuesday, July 28, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-tuesday-july-28-2009.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><category>Tuesday Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 11:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-8234082484187004785</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down from Amritsar, where he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He reached there in a few hours. After spending a few days there, he decided to return, and called up his mother to expect him in the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he didn't reach in the evening and not the next day either. When he finally reached home on the third day, his distraught mother ran and asked him " What Happened, My Son?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa got out, obviously very tired from a long journey, and said, "These car people are crazy! They have five gears for going forward, but only one for coming back!"&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday. July27, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-monday-july27-2009.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>Santa Banta Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:50:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-1366858960196319013</guid><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa Singh was watching TV as his wife was out cutting the grass during the hot summer. He finally worked up the energy to go out and ask his wife what was for supper. Well, his wife was quite irritated about him sitting in the air conditioned house all day while she did all the work, so she scolded him. "I can't believe you're asking me about food right now! Imagine I'm out of town, go inside and figure dinner out yourself." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santa went back in the house and fixed himself a big meal and tall glass of Lassi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The wife finally walked in about the time he was finishing up and asked him, "You fixed something to eat? So where is mine?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Huh? I thought you were out of town."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Joke of the Day, Monday, July 27, 2009</title><link>http://thejokesofindia.blogspot.com/2009/07/joke-of-day-monday-july-27-2009_4841.html</link><category>Funny Jokes</category><category>July Jokes</category><category>Monday Jokes</category><category>The Joke Of The Day</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 12:23:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3430435526393483588.post-685147831973961632</guid><description>One morning at a doctor's surgery a patient arrives complaining of serious back-pain. The doctor examines him and asks him "OK, what happened to your back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patient replies "You know that I work for a local night club? This morning I got home to my apartment early and heard a noise in my bedroom. On entering I knew someone had been with my wife and the balcony door was open. I rushed out the balcony door and did not find anyone. As I looked down from the balcony I saw a man running out and he was dressing himself. I grabbed the fridge and threw it at him,That's how I strained my back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd patient arrives looking as if he has been in a car wreck. The doctor said "My previous patient looked bad, but you look terrible.What the hell happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "You know I have been unemployed for a while now .Today was the first day at my new job. I forgot to set my alarm and was running late. I was running out of the building, getting dressed at the same time, and you won't believe it but I was hit by a fridge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd patient arrives; he  looks even worse than the other two patients do. The doctor is shocked. Again asks, "What the hell happened to youuuuuu.... .?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I was sitting in a fridge &amp;amp; someone threw it from the 3rd floor"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>