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I share the interesting mails i get.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://infytime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://infytime.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6709225362201685045/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>infytime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942783632314935927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/VyIDI" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/vyidi" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGR3w6cCp7ImA9WhZTE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709225362201685045.post-3339671689502293796</id><published>2011-03-17T23:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:50:26.218+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-17T23:50:26.218+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pilot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monkey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="airhostess" /><title>Monkey in a plane</title><content type="html">Once in a country, a plane crashed, only a monkey who was traveling in the plane was left alive. Fortunately the monkey was intelligent enough to understand our language and reply in actions. The officials went to see the monkey in the hospital and had a talk with the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "When the plane took off what were the travelers  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Tying their belts"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the air hostesses  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Saying Hello! Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the  pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Checking the system"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Looking for my people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "After 10' minutes  what were the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Having beverages and  snacks"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Serving the  travelers"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the Pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the  steering"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Eating &amp;amp;  throwing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "After 30 minutes what were the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Some were sleeping and some were reading"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were  the air hostesses doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Make up"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the pilots  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the steering"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "Just before plane crash what were  the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "All were sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the  pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the air hostess"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: What were you  doing?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Handling the steering!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  more Questions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-3339671689502293796?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer. She had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions, she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that in that one month we both try to live as normal, life as possible. Her reasons were simple, our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/infytime"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-2576699952011343921?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he would&lt;br /&gt;   be put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The question was: "What does a Woman really want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester.. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the&lt;br /&gt;   exorbitant prices she charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden, but Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the&lt;br /&gt;   reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered. Arthur's question thus: 'What does a Woman really want?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared. And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him.. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time.. And the beautiful maiden the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   'Which would you prefer? She asked him. 'Beautiful during the day .... or at&lt;br /&gt;   night?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lancelot pondered the predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (If you are a man reading this...) What would YOUR choice be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (If you are a woman reading this) What should YOUR MAN'S choice be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What Lancelot chose, is given below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   BUT... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below... OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question, he said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Now.... what is the moral to this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The moral is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1) There is a witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So, always remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-1653344047919200659?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't get my diskette out.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Have you tried pushing the Button?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Yes, sure, it's really stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  That doesn't sound good; I'll make a note.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  No , wait a minute... I hadn't inserted it yet... it's still on my desk... sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Click on the 'my computer' icon on to the left of the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Your left or my left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Good day. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Male customer:   Hello... I can't print.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support: Would you click on 'start'  for me and...&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Listen pal; don't start getting technical on me! I'm not Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Hi, good afternoon, this is Martha, I can't print. Every time I try, it says 'Can't find printer'.  I've even lifted the printer and placed it in front of the monitor, but the computer still says he can't find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  I have problems printing in red...&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Do you have a color printer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Aaaah....................thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  What's on your monitor now, ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:   A teddy bear my boyfriend bought for me at Woolies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:   My keyboard is not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Are you sure it's plugged into the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  No. I can't get behind the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Pick up your keyboard and walk 10 paces back.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:!   OK&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:   Did the keyboard come with you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Yes&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  That means the keyboard is not plugged in. Is there another keyboard?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Yes, there's another one here. Ah...that one does work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:   Your password is the small letter 'a' as in apple, a capital letter V as in Victor, the number 7.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Is that 7 in capital letters ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  can't get on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Are you sure you used the right password?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Yes, I'm sure. I saw my colleague do it.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Can you tell me what the password was?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:   What anti-virus program do you use?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Netscape.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  That's not an anti-virus program.&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Oh, sorry...Internet Explorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer:   I have a huge problem. A friend has placed a screen saver on my computer, but every time I move the mouse, it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  I'm writing my first e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  OK,  and what seems to be the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  Well, I have the letter 'a' in the address, but how do I get the circle around it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman customer called the Canon help desk with a problem with her printer.&lt;br /&gt;Tech support:  Are you running it under windows?&lt;br /&gt;Customer:  'No, my desk is next to the door, but that is a good point.  The man sitting in the cubicle next to me is under a window, and his  printer is working fine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://twitter.com/infytime"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-5567474090995645984?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But then why aren't you laughing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady              : Is this my train?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station Master    : No, it belongs to the Railway Company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady              : Don't try to be funny. I mean to ask if I can take this train to New Delhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Station Master    : No Madam, I'm afraid it's too heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher        : Peter, why are you late for school again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter          : Well, Miss, I dreamed that I was playing football and the game went into extra time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife        : Do you want dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband     : Sure, what are my choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife        : Yes and no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An absent-minded man went to see a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My trouble is,' he said, 'that I keep forgetting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long has this been going on?' asked the psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long has what been going on?' said the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man  : How old is your father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy  : As old as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man  : How can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy  : He became a father only when I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher   : Correct the sentence, "A bull and a cow is grazing in the field"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student   : A cow and a bull is grazing in the field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher   : How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Student   : Ladies first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Susie came running into the house after school one day, Shouting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Daddy!  Daddy!  I got a 100 in school today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's great, Sweetheart," said her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come in to the living room and tell me about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well,"  began the confession, "I got 50 in spelling, 30 in math's and 20 in science."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-6029672671237256952?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So he decided to walk up to his HR Manager. His manager looked at him, smiled and asked him to sit down saying: "My friend you have not worked here for even a single day." The man was surprised to hear this, but the manager went on to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: How many days are there in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:365 days and sometimes 366.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: How many hours make up a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 24 Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: How long do u work in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 10am to 6pm i.e 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: So, what fraction of the day do u work in hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: He did some arithmetic and said 8/24 i.e 1/3 (one third).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: This is nice of u! what is 1/3rd of 366 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 122(1/3 x 366=122 in days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Do u come to work on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: How many days r there in a year that r weekends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 52 Saturdays and 52 Sundays equals to 104 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Thanks for that. If u remove 104 days from 122 days. how many days do u now have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: I do give u 2 weeks sick leave every year. Now remove that 14 days from the 18 days left. How many days do u have remaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Do u work on Republic Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Do u come to work on Independence Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: So how many days r left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 2 days Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Do u come to work on New Years Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: So how many days r left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: 1 day sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Do u work on Christmas Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: No Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: So how many days r left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: None Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: So what r u claiming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: !!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-1023865742079344919?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think this is important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In answer to the question "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says: The same old thing.&lt;br /&gt;The wife means: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The wife means: Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says: Nothing, really.&lt;br /&gt;The wife means: It's just that you're an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says: I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;The wife means: I'm still building up steam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-3412212963786532900?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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They are called Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toilet Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders category".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are allowed to use the rest room only thrice a day and you have to swipe in and out from the toilet doors also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunch Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a slim fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't read junk and forwarded mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for your loyalty to our company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All questions, comments,concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations,consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709225362201685045-8914423243081759783?l=infytime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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