<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 29 Aug 2024 00:52:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Check this out......</category><category>Oye Sardar</category><category>maro maro</category><category>Tit for Tat</category><category>good one</category><category>sardar ka tufan</category><title>LAUGHTER-O-METER                                            _______ laughter unlimited</title><description>&quot;The Best Place for Laughter&quot;.&#xa;&#xa; Check out for all the  latest jokes,funny pics and video clips.</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-689090669428170408</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:15:56.913+05:30</atom:updated><title>When Grandma Goes To Court</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuiCKnLApYl4KxUHIaljvBOkpbR2LEVVSVpcujrpc2DYh03oT9hb0F-b8SUfmNu_yaqiCVSC8ACw6JgKBDppfPf8HMldie-w-w3jgIksvbIHUP2l5Ijy2wj_FASzPEqkwdK5hoElVu929/s1600-h/image001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuiCKnLApYl4KxUHIaljvBOkpbR2LEVVSVpcujrpc2DYh03oT9hb0F-b8SUfmNu_yaqiCVSC8ACw6JgKBDppfPf8HMldie-w-w3jgIksvbIHUP2l5Ijy2wj_FASzPEqkwdK5hoElVu929/s400/image001.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180468838027964418&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;http: net=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;3029&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyers  should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they  aren&#39;t prepared for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first  witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her  and asked, &#39;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&#39; She responded, &#39;Why, yes, I do  know you, Mr. Williams. I&#39;ve known you since you were a boy, and frankly,  you&#39;ve been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife,  and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You  think you&#39;re a big shot when you haven&#39;t the brains to realize you&#39;ll  never amount to anything more ! than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know  you.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he  pointed across the room and asked, &#39;Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense  attorney?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, &#39;Why yes, I do. I&#39;ve known Mr.  Bradley since he was a&lt;br /&gt;youngster, too. He&#39;s lazy, bigoted, and he has  a drinking problem. He can&#39;t build a normal relationship with anyone, and  his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention  he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your  wife. Yes, I know him.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defense attorney nearly  died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in  a very quiet voice, said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;If either of you idiots  asks her if she knows me, I&#39;ll send you both to the electric  chair.&#39;&lt;/http:&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-grandma-goes-to-court.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEuiCKnLApYl4KxUHIaljvBOkpbR2LEVVSVpcujrpc2DYh03oT9hb0F-b8SUfmNu_yaqiCVSC8ACw6JgKBDppfPf8HMldie-w-w3jgIksvbIHUP2l5Ijy2wj_FASzPEqkwdK5hoElVu929/s72-c/image001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-4771980386114792360</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T14:39:49.305+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tit for Tat</category><title>Tit for Tat</title><description>TIT FOR TAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very shy young man goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting alone.&lt;br /&gt;After an hour he gathers enough courage to go and ask her, &quot;Er...  Excuse me, but would you mind if I sat here beside you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds in a loud voice :  &quot; NO, I DON&#39;T WANT TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH YOU!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the bar turns to stare at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man is surprised,  shocked and embarrassed and goes back to his table.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the woman walks over to him smiles, apologizes,  and says, &quot;You see, I&#39;m a graduate student in psychology and I&#39;m  studying how people respond to embarrassing situations.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man responds loudly with,  &quot;WHAT DO YOU MEAN FIVE THOUSAND RUPEES FOR A NIGHT.  THATS TOO MUCH !&quot;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2008/02/tit-for-tat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (vipula)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-3328001196236790991</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-05T18:13:04.949+05:30</atom:updated><title>Indian Chap ...</title><description>A Small story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manager says: &quot;Do you have any sales experience?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says: &quot;Sir, I was a salesman back home in India.&quot; Well, the boss liked the Indian chappie so he gave him the job. &quot;You start tomorrow.. I&#39;ll come down after we close and see how you did.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How many sales did you make today?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: &quot;Sir, Just ONE sale.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss says: &quot;Just one? No! No! No! You see here our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day.&quot; If you want to keep this job, you&#39;d better be doing better than just one sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, how much was the sale for?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: &quot; $101 237. 64&quot; Boss says: &quot;$101 237. 64?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did you sell?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: &quot;Sir, First I sell him small fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sell him medium fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sell him large fishhook.&lt;br /&gt;Then I sold him new fishing rod and some fishing gear.&lt;br /&gt;Then I ask him where he&#39;s going fishing and he said down on the coast, so I told him he&#39;ll be needing a boat, so we went down to the boating department and I sell him twin engine Chris Craft.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said he didn&#39;t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to our automotive department and sell him that 4X4 Blazer.&lt;br /&gt;I then ask him where he&#39;ll be staying, and since he had no accommodation, I took him to camping department and sell him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy said, while we&#39;re at it, I should throw in about $100 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said: &quot;You&#39;re not serious? A guy came in here to buy a fishhook and you sold him a boat, a 4X4 truck and a tent?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian boy says: &quot;No Sirji, actually he came in to buy Anacin for his headache, and I said: Well, fishing is the best way to relax your mind.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/09/indian-chap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-7171486481354214706</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-11T14:42:39.233+05:30</atom:updated><title>Amitabh Bachchan ka Maalik</title><description>This is when Amitabh Bachan got fit after his long illness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine morning he told his drvier &quot;Arre bhai aaj Gaadi hum chalayenge..&quot;.driver, &quot;Par saab aapki tabyat?..&quot;amitabh &quot;Aree meri tabyat thik ho gayi he, I am fit and fine...kya dance karke dikhau, dialogue, fighting kare dikhau.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hain&quot;Ok then he starts driving the car very fast.... zoooooooooom breaks one red signal.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks second red signal..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaks on more red signal...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a traffic hawaldar stops the car, tells the car to be sided to the road..Tells the driver to come out... &quot;Chalo liscence dikhao, puc, gaadi ke kagjaaat...&quot; Sees amitabh &quot;are Amitabh Bachhan?!!!&quot; he is verysuprised to see him.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he quickly on wireless calls his senior officers....&quot;Sir, aap jaldi yaha aye naake par...&quot;Sir &quot;KYun kya hua??&quot; Havaldar: &quot;Sir ek gaadi ne signal toda he aur maine us gaadi ko side me rakha he&quot;Sir: &quot;To phir?&quot;hawaldar: &quot;Sir, Us gaadi ka maalik bahut bada aadmi he sir .... mein uska challan nahi phaad sakta aap khud yaha aiye ..&quot; ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir &quot;KON MAALIK HE US GAADI KA??&quot;HAWALDAR : &quot;WOH TO PATA NAHI SIR PAR USNE NA SIR ... AMITABH BACHHAN KO DRIVER RAKHA HE....&quot;.</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/08/amitabh-bachchan-ka-maalik.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-2753873869090479244</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2007 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-10T17:05:33.793+05:30</atom:updated><title>THE PERFECT HUSBAND</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:7;color:#000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color:#008000;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://moria.ipwith.com/uggc/jjj.erqvssznvy.pbz/ptv-ova/erq.ptv?red=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efunlok%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ephp%3Foption%3Dcom%5Fcontent%26amp%3Btask%3Dview%26amp%3Bid%3D3039%26amp%3BItemid%3D33&amp;isImage=0&amp;amp;BlockImage=0&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a golf club. After a round, showering and getting changed for the 19th hole.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Suddenly a mobile phone on one of the benches rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; One of the men picks it up, and the following conversation ensues: &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;              (H - Husband, W - Wife)&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; ?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://moria.ipwith.com/uggc/jjj.erqvssznvy.pbz/ptv-ova/erq.ptv?red=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efunlok%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ephp%3Foption%3Dcom%5Fcontent%26amp%3Btask%3Dview%26amp%3Bid%3D3039%26amp%3BItemid%3D33&amp;isImage=0&amp;amp;BlockImage=0&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Honey, it&#39;s me. Are you at the club? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;W -&quot;Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful leather coat. It&#39;s absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;               H -&quot;What&#39;s the price?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;Only $1,000.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;Well, OK, go ahead and get it, if you like it that much...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W -&quot;Ahhh, and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the 2005 models. I saw one I really liked. It&#39;s a SLK model. I spoke with the salesman and he gave me a really good price. And since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year...&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;What price did he quote you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;Only $65,000...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Great! But before we hang up, something else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;               H -&quot;What?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;W - &quot;It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and I stopped by the real estate agent this morning and saw the house we had looked at last year. It&#39;s for sale!! Remember? The one with a pool, English garden, acre of park area, beach front property.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;                H - &quot;How much are they asking?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Only $450,000 -- a magnificent price.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.and I see that we have that much in the bank to cover...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid up to $420,000. OK?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;               W - &quot;OK, sweetie...Thanks! I&#39;ll see you later!! I love you!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;               H - &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; Bye...I love you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;The man hangs up &amp; closes the phone&#39;s flap. The other men are looking at him in astonishment and derision. The husband raises his hand while holding the phone and asks &quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Does anyone know who this Cell phone belong to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;???&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfect-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-2428474282707828225</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T13:02:24.904+05:30</atom:updated><title>SARDAR AGAIN</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Prince Charles &amp; Sardarji were having dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Prince said, &quot;Pass the wine you divine&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar thinks &quot;how poetic&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar says, &quot;pass the custard you bastard&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar at bar in New York .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Man on his right says &quot;Johny Walker single&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Man on his left says &quot;Peter Scotch single&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar says - &quot;Baljith Singh Married&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Boss : am giving u job as a driver. STARTING salary Rs.2000/-, is it o.k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar : U R great sir! Starting salary is o.k.......but? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;how much is DRIVING salary...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar&#39;s theory : Moon is more impt than Sun, coz it gives light at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;night when light is needed &amp; Sun gives light during the day when light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;is not needed!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;2 sardars are driving a Car, one puts on the indicator and asks the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;other to check whether its working, he puts his head out and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;YES...NO...YES. ..NO...YES. ..NO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar shouting 2 his girl friend &quot; u said v will do register marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;and cheated me, I was waiting 4 u yesterday whole day in the post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;office....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A Tamilian call up sardar and asks &quot; tamil therima??&quot; (means &quot;do you know tamil&quot;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar got mad, angrily replied.... &quot;Hindi tera baap!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;2 sardarjis looking at Egyptian mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sar 1 : Look so many bandages, pakka lorry accident case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sar 2 : Aaho, lorry number is also written...BC 1760!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A sardar on an interview 4 da post detective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Interviewer : who killed Gandhi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar : Thank u sir 4 giving me d job, I will start investigating. ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;A sardar for an exam had studied only one essay &#39;FRIEND&#39;, but in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;exam the essay which came was &#39;FATHER&#39; . he replaced friend with father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;in the essay and&gt;it read: AM A VERY FATHERLY PERSON, I HAVE LOTS OF FATHERS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;SOME OF MY FATHERS ARE MALE AND SOME ARE FEMALE. MY TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;FATHER IS MY NEIGHBOUR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Interviewar: what s ur qualification?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardarji : Sir I am Ph.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Interviewar : what do u mean by Ph.d?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardarji : (smiling) PASSED HIGHSCHOOL with DIFFICULTY.. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Amitab : In which state Cauvery flows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Sardar : liquid state.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Audience clapped.. Amitab stunned, looks behind, ALL WERE SARDARS..... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/08/sardar-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-7895584359959154767</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2007 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-03T18:07:39.001+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Check this out......</category><title>Nirma</title><description>Shopkeeper:Oh ho Deepika ji , aaiye aaiye.&lt;br /&gt;Kaun sa sabun lena pasand karengi.&lt;br /&gt;Ye dekhiye ye..(Someother soap which is not nirma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepika(Customer):Nahi Nahi ye nahi woh(pointing at nirma).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper:Par aap to woh, purana wala sabun....(stammering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepika(Customer):Leti thi, par wahi safedi mujhe kam damo mein mile tokoiwoh kyun le, ye(nirma) na le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper:Man gaye!!Deepika(Customer):Kise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper:Aapki par ki nazar aur nirma super dono ko !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the song starts... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING POWDER NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING POWDER NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDH SE SAFEDI NIRMA SE AAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANGEEN KAPDA BHI KHIL KHIL JAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABKI PASAND NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHING POWDER NIRMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIRMA....... ......... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOGO KO KUCH BHI BHEJO PADHNE LAG JATE HAIN........ kya yaar kab sudhroge... &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/08/nirma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-8524527979165258483</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-29T20:56:26.839+05:30</atom:updated><title>Maar do - Sholay new version</title><description>Gabbar: Kitne admi they?&lt;br /&gt;Sambha: Sardar 2&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar: Mujhe ginti nahin aati, 2 kitne hote hain?&lt;br /&gt;Samba: Sardar 2, 1 ke baad aata hai&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar: Aur 2 ke pehle?&lt;br /&gt;Samba: 2 k pehle 1 aata hai.&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar: To beech mein kaun ata hai?&lt;br /&gt;Samba: Beech mein koi nahi aata&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar:: To phir dono ek saath kyun nahin aate?&lt;br /&gt;Samba: 1 k baad hi 2 aa sakta hai, kyun ki 2, 1 se bada hai.&lt;br /&gt;Gabar: 2, 1 se kitna bada hai?&lt;br /&gt;Samba: 2, 1 se 1 bada hai.&lt;br /&gt;Gabbar: Agar 2, 1 se 1 bada hai to 1, 1 se kitna bada hai?&lt;br /&gt;Samnba: Sardar maine aapka namak khaya hai, mujhe goli maar do</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/maar-do-sholay-new-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-250391138161780609</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 05:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-28T10:54:25.315+05:30</atom:updated><title>July Collection of humorous Quotes</title><description>1. I sold my house this week. I got a pretty good price for it, but it made my landlord mad as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I think animal testing is a terrible idea; they get all nervous and give the wrong answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &quot;I&#39;m not normally a praying man, but if you&#39;re up there, please save me, Superman!&quot; - Homer Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 5 out of 4 people don&#39;t understand fractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  47.5% of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know the difference between God and a neurosurgeon? God doesn&#39;t think he is a neurosurgeon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Late one night at the insane asylum one inmate shouted: I am Napoleon! Another one said: How do you know? The first inmate said: God told me! A voice from another room shouted: I did NOT!</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-collection-of-humorous-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-4132437058881021860</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 10:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T13:01:26.915+05:30</atom:updated><title>Dont Tell lies</title><description>One day Mr John bought a robot.&lt;br /&gt;The robot had a specialty. It could detect a lie and would slap the lier on the face. Mr John&#39;s Son returned late from school that day so he asked him, &quot; Son why are you late from school?&quot;. Son answered, &quot;Dad we had extra classes today&quot;. Much to his astonishment the Robot jumped up and slapped the boy on his face. His dad told him&quot; Son, this robot is special in that he can detect a lie and will then slap the person who lied now come on tell me the truth, &quot; Why are you late?&quot; &quot;Dad I went for a movie&quot;, &quot; Which movie?&quot; &quot;The Ten Commandments&quot;, &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Splat&lt;/span&gt;&#39; again he got a tight slap on the face from the robot. &quot; No dad honest I went for the movie Sex Queen.&quot; Shame on you son when I was your age I never used to do such shameful things.&quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&#39;Splat&#39;&lt;/span&gt;, the dad gets a tight slap on the face from the robot. Hearing all this, the mother comes walking out of the kitchen saying, &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;After all he is your son, he will be like you&lt;/span&gt;&quot;, &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;to which the robot steps up and gives a resounding slap on the mothers face&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-tell-lies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-951007753513469153</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T22:15:31.034+05:30</atom:updated><title>Ravan ka Dilemma</title><description>&lt;p&gt;One fine morning, Ravan felt guilty day for all his bad deeds. He felt that he should go an apologise to Ram for all the problems he had caused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So he went to Ram&#39;s house and knocked on the door. Ram opened the door and was surprised to find Ravan standing there. Ravan just kept staring and thinking but didn&#39;t say a word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What was he thinking? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ans: &quot;Kis mooh se maafi maangoon?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/ravan-ka-dilemma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-4828813924242293376</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T22:13:04.694+05:30</atom:updated><title>How communication matters a lot !!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max replies, &quot;Why don&#39;t you ask the Priest?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, &quot;Priest, may I smoke while I pray?&quot; But the Priest says, &quot;No, my son, you may not. That&#39;s utter disrespect to our religion.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him. Max says, &quot;I&#39;m not surprised. You asked the wrong question. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me try.&quot; And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, &quot;Priest, may I pray while I smoke?&quot; To which the Priest eagerly replies, &quot;By all means, my son...by all means.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story: The reply you get depends on the question you ask. Example: Can I work on this project while I&#39;m on vacation??&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-communication-matters-lot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-7204753681155771054</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 09:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-21T14:45:00.053+05:30</atom:updated><title>INTERESTING EQUATION</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;Human = &lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2435&amp;Itemid=34&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;eat + sleep + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Human = Pigs + work + enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, Human - enjoy = Pigs + work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Human that don&#39;t know enjoy = pigs that work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2435&amp;Itemid=34&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Men = eat + sleep + earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Men = Pigs + earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Men - earn money = Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Men that don&#39;t earn money = Pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women = eat + sleep + spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, Women = Pigs + spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, Women - spend = Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; Women that don&#39;t spend = Pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men earn money not to let women become pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women spend not to let men become pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men + Women = 2 Pigs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all the pigs happy forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/interesting-equation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-7908583752687734469</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-21T11:38:26.823+05:30</atom:updated><title>AMAZING TEST!!!!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;;font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;&quot;  &gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam (Age 28) was having trouble with one of her students the teacher asked,&quot;Boy. what is your problem?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy. answered, &quot;I&#39;m too smart for the first-grade.My sister is in the third-grade and I&#39;m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam had enough. She took the Boy. to the principal&#39;s office. While the Boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave.She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy        was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to        take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: &quot;What is 3 x 3?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Boy.:        &quot;9&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: &quot;What is 6 x 6?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: &quot;36&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms Neelam and tells her, &quot;I think Boy can go to the third-grade.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam says to the principal, &quot;I have some of my        own questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask him ?&quot; The principal and Boy both        agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam asks, &quot;What does a cow have four of that I have        only two of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy., after a moment &quot;Legs.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nee lam: &quot;What is        in your pants that you have but I do not have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy.:        &quot;Pockets.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy,        oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.:        Coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky? The principal&#39;s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy. was taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal&#39;s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Shake hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: Now I will ask        some &quot;Who am I&quot; sort of questions, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam:        You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet        before you do.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you&#39;re bored. The best man always has me first.The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Wedding Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: I come in many sizes.        When I&#39;m not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.:        Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come        with a quiver.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Arrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What word starts with a        &#39;F&#39; and ends in &#39;K&#39; that means lot of heat and excitement?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.:        Firetruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What word starts with a &#39;F&#39; and ends in &#39;K&#39;        &amp; if u dont get it u have to use ur hand.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it&#39;s longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn&#39;t use his and a man gives it to his wife after they&#39;re married?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: SURNAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, &amp;amp; is responsible for making love ?&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal        breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Send this Boy        to IIM Ahmedabad, I got the last ten questions wrong        myself!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing-test_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-594231099942683196</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2007 07:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-18T12:53:46.838+05:30</atom:updated><title>THE TRUTH</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;At school, a boy is told by a classmate that most adults are hiding at least one dark secret, and that this makes it very easy to blackmail them by saying, “I know the whole truth” -- even when you don&#39;t know anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;The boy decides to go home and try it out. As he is greeted by his mother at the front door he says, “I know the whole truth.” His mother quickly hands him $20 and says, “Just don&#39;t tell your father.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Quite pleased, the boy waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, “I know the whole truth.” The father promptly hands him $40 and says, “Please don&#39;t say a word to your mother.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;Very pleased, the boy is on his way to school the next day, when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy greets him by saying, “I know the whole truth.” The mailman drops the mail, opens his arms and says, &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;“Then come give your FATHER a big hug.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-5581250466479689644</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T09:59:04.492+05:30</atom:updated><title>IMAGINE YOU ARE IN AFRICA</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt;Imagine you are in Africa. You have been tied hanging on a tree with a rope anchored on the ground, a candle is slowly burning the rope, and the lion is waiting for you to drop and be his lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSMfm4dTvmqPoLBk7SLwZ2LqQ_5f2YfQM4JNQNm_qIZGSP0Wr-wmtMNHq4GOGp1W_Q8BoRicfE81QU4A3x4GwrG-00reOSUMp957-1l26jEBY7nCuBHLFjEsi8ACmc8Q11SQvx8CD7Hrv/s1600-h/ATT631280.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSMfm4dTvmqPoLBk7SLwZ2LqQ_5f2YfQM4JNQNm_qIZGSP0Wr-wmtMNHq4GOGp1W_Q8BoRicfE81QU4A3x4GwrG-00reOSUMp957-1l26jEBY7nCuBHLFjEsi8ACmc8Q11SQvx8CD7Hrv/s400/ATT631280.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088016880242977314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your survival hinges on the rope staying intact. There is no one around to help you. The only possible way is to somehow convince the lion to BLOW the candle out. 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And could you do it right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, help me accept change, but not too quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2844&amp;Itemid=34&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God! Who is God? Where is God? Why is God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please make us perfect and don&#39;t mess it up like You did the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, please help me to be decisive, but on the other hand, what do you think is best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors, even though the b*****ds don&#39;t deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, if I&#39;ve told you once, I&#39;ve told you a million times, help me stop exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Capricorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Dear God! I&#39;d like to ask you to help me, but I learned a long time ago not to rely on anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I know I like change, but this chaos is ridiculous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pisces&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, as long as I&#39;m going to drink this fifth of Scotch tonight, please use the stimulation for Thy glory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/astrological-prayers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-4749183583052682448</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T11:34:09.112+05:30</atom:updated><title>SOME HUMORUS SIGN ADDS</title><description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;Advertisement &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2968&amp;Itemid=34&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;In A Long Island Shop: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Guitar, for sale....... Cheap...........no strings attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad.. In Hospital Waiting Room: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Smoking Helps You Lose Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; ... One Lung At A Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen on a bulletin board: Success Is Relative.  More The Success, More The Relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2968&amp;Itemid=34&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;When I Read About The Evils Of Drinking...I Gave Up Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandfather Is Eighty And Still Doesn&#39;t Need Glasses... He Drinks Straight Out Of The Bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know Your kids Have Grown Up When: Your Daughter Begins To Put On Lipstick.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Or Your Son Starts To Wipe It Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign In A Bar: &quot;Those Of You Who Are Drinking To Forget, Please Pay In Advance.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign In Driving School: If Your Wife Wants To Learn To Drive, Don&#39;t Stand In Her Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind Every Great Man, There Is A Surprised Woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The Reason Men Lie Is Because Women Ask So Many Questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Caught Is The Mother Of Invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh And The World Laughs With You, Snore And You sleep Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Surest Sign That Intelligent Life Exists Elsewhere In The Universe Is The Fact That It Has Never Tried To Contact Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign At A Barber&#39;s Saloon In Detroit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;We Need Your Heads To Run Our Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Traffic Slogan: Don&#39;t Let Your Kids Drive If They  are Not Old Enough Or Else They Will Never Be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign In A Restaurant: All Drinking Water In This Establishment Has Been Personally Passed By The Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign On A Famous Beauty Parlor Window: Don&#39;t Whistle At The Girls Going Out From Here. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She May Be Your Grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt; ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-humorus-sign-adds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-3983975226671106203</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jul 2007 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-15T12:22:45.693+05:30</atom:updated><title>YOU WILL LAUGH YOUR HEADS OUT AFTER YOU FINISH READING THIS!!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;TEXT-ALIGN: left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)&quot;&gt;Narrated by a women. Name not disclosed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;eating beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the dinner and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.&quot; He then blindfolded me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;the call. The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;was worse than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;taking so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;guests seated around the table chorused: &quot;Happy Birthday!&quot;!! I nearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;died!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-will-laugh-your-heads-out-after-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-5141616273747673555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-12T10:05:48.980+05:30</atom:updated><title>ENOUGH OF SARDAR JOKES.. MALLU JOKES ARE HERE!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;&quot; &gt; 1) What is the tax on a Mallu&#39;s income called?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;IngumDax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where did the Malayali study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     In the ko-liage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why did the Malayali not go to ko-liage today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     He is very bissi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why did the Malayali buy an air-ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     To go to Thuubai, zimbly to meet his ungle in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     Gelff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why do Malayalis go to the Gelff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     To yearn meney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What did the Malayali do when the plane caught&lt;br /&gt;    fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     He zimbly jembd out of the vindow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How does a Malayali spell moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     MOON - Yem Woh yet another Woh and Yen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is Malayali management graduate called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;     Yem Bee Yae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What does a Malayali do when he goes to America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       He changes his name from Karunakaran to Kevin Curren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What does a Malayali use to commute to office&lt;br /&gt;      everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       An Oto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Where does he pray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       In a Temble, Charch and a Maask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Who is Bruce Lee&#39;s best friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       A Malaya-Lee of coarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Name the only part of the werld, where Malayalis dont werk hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       Kerala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Why is industrial productivity so low in Kerala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       Because 86% of the shift time is spent on lifting, folding and re-tying the lungi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Why did Saddam Hussain attackKuwait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       He had a Mallu baby-sitter, who always used to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       &#39;KEEP QUWAIT&#39; &#39;KEEP QUWAIT&#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What is the Latest Malayali Punch Line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       &quot; Frem Tea Shops To Koll Cenders , We Are Yevery Where &quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Why aren&#39;t Mals included in hockey and football&lt;br /&gt;      teams ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       Coz Whenever they get a corner , they set up a tea shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Now pass it on to 5 Mals to get a free sample of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;       kokanet oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Pass it on 10 Mals to get a free pack of Benana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;      Chibbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Pass it on to 15 Mals to get a set of BROGUN&lt;br /&gt;      bones...&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/enough-of-sardar-jokes-mallu-jokes-are.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-7136196479005188854</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 04:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-11T10:15:48.608+05:30</atom:updated><title>ULTIMATE INTERVIEW</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(0, 102, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;One young man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2841&amp;Itemid=33&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;went for an IAS Interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When did India get independence?&quot; He was asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The efforts began a few years earlier and final result was in 1947&quot; He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Who was responsible for our independence?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;There were so many. Whom to mention? If I name one, it will be a injustice to another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot; He replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2841&amp;Itemid=33&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;Is corruption the number one enemy in our country?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Some research is going on the subject and I can answer with certainly only after seeing the report&quot; He replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The interview board was very pleased with his original and thoughtful answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; and asked him not to reveal the questions to others, since they were planning to ask the same questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2841&amp;Itemid=33&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;When he went out naturally others were curious to know what was asked. He politely declined, but one persistent Santa would not leave him. &quot;At least tell me the answers&quot; he pleaded, and our friend obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the turn of this Santa. When he went inside, since his resume was slightly illegible, the board member asked him.&quot; By the way, what is your date of birth?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, &quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The effort began a few years earlier and final result was in 1947&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat puzzled, they asked another clarification. &quot;What is your fathers name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, &quot;There were so many. Whom to mention&quot;. If I name one, it will be injustice to  another&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer was incensed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; Hey! Are you mad or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied. &quot;Some research is going on the subject. I can answer with certainty only after seeing the report&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/ultimate-interview.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-3408653628869649508</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-09T21:41:40.433+05:30</atom:updated><title>Kyunki .... sab gareeb the</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Once in a kindergarten, a teacher asked all students to write an essay on the topic &quot;A Poor Family&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;One student gets the lowest marks for writing that essay. The student happens to be the richest girl in the entire class and her essay goes on as....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;She wrote:Ek baar ek bahut hee gareeb family thi, husband aur wife dono gareeb they, do bachey they, woh bhi bahut gareeb they!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Ghar ke saare naukar bhi gareeb they, ghar ka maali, driver, aur guard bhi bahut gareeb they. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Ghar ke 4 kuttey bhi gareeb they, 2 din sey chicken nahi khaaya tha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;3 mercedeez car thi, unki bahut time se servicing nahi hui thi, ghar ka A.C bhi theek nahi chalta tha, aur uppar se ghar mein 1 saal se paint nahi hua tha!!Family ko holiday ke liye foregin country gaye bhi 6 mahiney ho gaye they, Ghar ke 5 mein sey 2 TV to chaltey hee nahi they!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all, bahut hi gareeb family thi!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/kyunki-sab-gareeb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-4843072265628496200</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-07T11:34:11.888+05:30</atom:updated><title>IMPACT OF JOB CHANGE</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#000080;&quot;&gt;A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a&lt;br /&gt;question. The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit &lt;br /&gt;a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped centimeters from a&lt;br /&gt;shop window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said:&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look mate, don&#39;t ever do that again. You scared the daylights out &lt;br /&gt;of me!&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passenger apologized and said, &quot;I didn&#39;t realize that a little tap&lt;br /&gt;would scare you so much.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver replied, &quot;Sorry, it&#39;s not really your fault. Today is my &lt;br /&gt;first day as a cab driver -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve been driving a van carrying dead&lt;br /&gt;Bodies for the last 25 years....................&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/impact-of-job-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-5590870198548678814</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T11:29:54.246+05:30</atom:updated><title>SOME RULES CANNOT BE FOLLOWED</title><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(38, 38, 38);&quot;&gt;A &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.funlok.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2477&amp;Itemid=33&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(38, 38, 38); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;lady manager of a big reputed office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; What is your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(38, 38, 38); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&quot; was the first thing she asked the new guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(38, 38, 38); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; ,&quot; the new guy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scowled, &quot;Look... I don&#39;t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don&#39;t call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to my employees by their last name only ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: green; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Smith, Jones, Baker ...that&#39;s all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(38, 38, 38); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to be referred to only as Mrs. Robertson. Now that we got that straight,   what is your last name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new guy sighed, &quot;Darling............ My name is John Darling.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Okay John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(38, 38, 38); text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, the next thing I want to tell you is . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-rules-cannot-be-followed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SmartJack)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415108876744508066.post-826141916089027213</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-02T23:30:50.898+05:30</atom:updated><title>MBA v/s BCOM</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;This particular joke won an award for the best joke in a competition organized in Britain and this joke was sent by an  Indian......   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A MBA and a Bcom go on a camping trip, set up their tent,and fellasleep.Some hours later, the Bcom wakes his MBA friend. &quot; look up at thesky and tell me what you see.The MBA replies, &quot;I see millions of  stars.&quot;&quot;What does that tell you?&quot;The MBA ponders for a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions ofgalaxies and potentially billions of planets.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Theologically, it&#39;s evident the Lord is all-powerful and we aresmall and insignificant.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;What does it tell you?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;The Bcom is silent for a moment, then speaks.&quot;Practically...Someone has stolen our tent&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://laughingpoint.blogspot.com/2007/07/mba-vs-bcom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Aakhir Dil Chahta kya hai?!)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>