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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Feb 2012 11:13:03 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Funny Test</category><category>Funny Joke</category><category>Dirty Jokes (18+)</category><category>Official Jokes</category><category>Amazing Facts</category><category>Funny Pictures</category><category>Short Jokes</category><title>Fun Pages | Fun Pics</title><description>Fun Stuff collection</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FunPages" /><feedburner:info uri="funpages" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Fun Stuff collection</itunes:subtitle><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-511142973919990474</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-30T11:20:42.290-07:00</atom:updated><title>Salesman Joke</title><description>A keen country lad applied for a salesman's job at a city department store. In fact, it was the biggest store in the world - you could get anything there.&lt;br /&gt;The boss asked him, “Have you ever been a salesman before?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, I was a salesman in the country,” said the lad. The boss liked the cut of him and said, “You can start tomorrow and I'll come and see you when we close up.”&lt;br /&gt;The day was long and arduous for the young man, but finally 5 o'clock came around. The boss asked, “How many sales did you make today?”&lt;br /&gt;“One,” said the young salesman. “Only one!” blurted the boss. “Most of my staff makes 20 or 30 sales a day. How much was the sale worth??”&lt;br /&gt;“Three hundred thousand, three hundred and thirty four dollars,” said the young man.&lt;br /&gt;“How did you manage that?” asked the flabbergasted boss.&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said the salesman, “this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook. Then I sold him a small fishing line, a medium one and a huge big one. I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. I said he would probably need a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that twenty-foot schooner with the twin engines. Then he said his Volkswagen probably wouldn't be able to pull it, so I took him to the car department and sold him the new Deluxe Land Cruiser.”&lt;br /&gt;The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, “You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” answered the salesman. “He came in to buy a box of Tampons for his wife and I said to him, ‘Sounds like the weekend's a loss, you may as well go fishing.’”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-511142973919990474?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/salesman-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-4300263548756684587</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-30T11:15:20.465-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny Joke</category><title>Real Ghosts 02</title><description>What did one ghost say to the other ghost?&lt;br /&gt;Do you really believe in people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What patriotic song do ghosts like best?&lt;br /&gt;America the Boo-tiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fairy tale do all ghosts like best?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Boo-ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens on Broadway when a ghost haunts a theater?&lt;br /&gt;The actors get stage fright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you call the expression on the face of a poker-playing ghost?&lt;br /&gt;Deadpan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-4300263548756684587?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-ghosts-02.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-4691521725526734627</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-30T11:16:16.956-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mail your Jokes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4DAZ0eUMUR0/SLmLr4hNG5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0c4RflX5I2E/s1600-h/august+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4DAZ0eUMUR0/SLmLr4hNG5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0c4RflX5I2E/s400/august+2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240373227444575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is site vistors profile for the month August(1-30) 2008&lt;br /&gt;If you have good new jokes and funny pictures (without watermark) you can mail me at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a class="linkification-ext" href="mailto:just4funnypages@gmail.com" title="Linkification: mailto:just4funnypages@gmail.com"&gt;just4funnypages@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-4691521725526734627?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/mail-your-jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4DAZ0eUMUR0/SLmLr4hNG5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0c4RflX5I2E/s72-c/august+2008.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-23507547383832412</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T11:54:01.570-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny Joke</category><title>Real Ghosts 01</title><description>Why did the ghosts put a fence around the cemetery?&lt;br /&gt;People were dying to get in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day of the week do ghosts look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Moanday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't ghosts go out in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;It dampens their spirits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the mother ghost say when the little ghosts got into the car?&lt;br /&gt;"Boo-kle up your sheet-belts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a little ghost call his mother and father?&lt;br /&gt;His trans-parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of ghost haunts skyscrapers?&lt;br /&gt;High spirits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-23507547383832412?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-ghosts-01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-2581538831748200908</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T16:09:37.107-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Blog Link Exchange</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINK EXCHANGE PROGRAM FOR FUN BLOG AND FUN SITE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post a link of this blog, to your site and i will do the same for your web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No adult or spam sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. All links must be in viewable places in front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . If you remove my link, i ll do the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Currently I am accepting only PR &gt;=&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a win-win situation for both of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just copy-paste the following to your link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;section :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea name="code" rows="5" cols="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/" title="Fun Page, Jokes,laugh and humor therapy" style="color:   #632035" target="_blank"&gt;Fun Pages :-)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;img title="Max field length is unknown" style="border: 0pt none ; width: 14px; height: 19px; cursor: pointer;" class="ife_marker" src="chrome://informenter/skin/marker.png" id="code_ife_marker_6" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link will look like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/" title="Fun Page,   Jokes,laugh and humor therapy" style="color: rgb(99, 32, 53);" target="_blank"&gt;Fun Pages :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting your link in my site link in your site then you make a comment here with your site link.&lt;br /&gt;I will check then and add your site as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-2581538831748200908?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/fun-blog-link-exchange.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-2814201805808830252</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T08:52:17.534-08:00</atom:updated><title>Jogging Joke</title><description>“Mrs Jones, Every day this week I’ve seen your husband out running with a Violin chasing him. What’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;“O it was his fortieth birthday on Monday and ever since he’s been trying to prove to himself that he’s still fit as a fiddle.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-2814201805808830252?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/jogging-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-7189637378767687939</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T08:51:52.725-08:00</atom:updated><title>Made in Japan Joke</title><description>A Japanese tourist hails a taxi at Heathrow Airport London and asks to be taken across London to the city.&lt;br /&gt;On the way the tourist sees a Toyota car and shouts,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! TOYOTA! Made in Japan. Very fast.”&lt;br /&gt;Next he sees a Nissan car and shouts,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! NISSAN! Made in Japan. Very fast.”&lt;br /&gt;Next he sees a Mitsubishi car and shouts,&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! MITSUBISHI! Made in Japan. Very fast.”&lt;br /&gt;Well the London cap driver is getting a little miffed that so many Japanese made cars are passing his 100% British London cab. So he finally gets to the city stops, he’s feeling glad that he’ll soon be seeing&lt;br /&gt;the back of the guy. He points at the meter and says,&lt;br /&gt;“That’ll be 100 pounds please mate.”&lt;br /&gt;“100 pounds, but it was a very short a ride! Why so much?”&lt;br /&gt;“Taxi Meter,” says the cabby, “Made in Japan. Very fast!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-7189637378767687939?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/made-in-japan-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-2359655186267196988</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T08:50:38.100-08:00</atom:updated><title>Condoms Jokes</title><description>A young couple with an economy carton of condoms have wild sex together. When they’ve finished, the girl discovers that there were only six condoms remaining in the pack of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;“What happened to the other five condoms?” she asks her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Nervously he replies, “I masturbated with them.”&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she approaches a male friend and tells him the story.&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever done that?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, once or twice,” he reassures her.&lt;br /&gt;“You mean you’ve actually masturbated with a condom on?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” replies her male friend, “I thought you were asking if I’d ever lied.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-2359655186267196988?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/condoms-jokes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-7225802612190985411</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:48:42.917-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cowboys  Joke</title><description>Two cowboys are riding along a trail in the mountains when they suddenly hear tom toms beating very close by.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh! That doesn’t sound good,” says one cowboy to his pal.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the words are spoken, an Indian jumps out from behind a tree and says, “Yeah well, our regular drummer is off sick.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-7225802612190985411?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/cowboys-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-5172218768093689307</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:46:12.277-08:00</atom:updated><title>Genie Joke</title><description>A guy finds a bottle on a beach and after a few rubs out pops a genie in a puff of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m the genie of the bottle and I can grant you two wishes, what’ll it be?”&lt;br /&gt;“Two wishes, eh? Well I want to be hard and get all the ass I want.” He replies.&lt;br /&gt;“Your wish is my command,” says the genie as he turns the guy into a plastic toilet seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-5172218768093689307?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/genie-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-1671948283988199701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:45:22.597-08:00</atom:updated><title>Little Johnny Joke 3</title><description>Little Johnny goes trick or treating at Halloween dressed as a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;He knocks at Mrs Smith’s door and when she opens it and sees him she looks around in mock terror.&lt;br /&gt;“Captain Johnny!” she says, “Where are your buccaneers?”&lt;br /&gt;“Under me F**king hat!” he replies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-1671948283988199701?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-johnny-joke-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-3615258470894318328</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:43:36.792-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Top Ten Reasons Computers Must Be Female</title><description>10. Picky, picky, picky.&lt;br /&gt;9. They hear what you say, but not what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;8. Beauty is only shell deep.&lt;br /&gt;7. When you ask what’s wrong, they say "nothing"&lt;br /&gt;6. Can produce incorrect results with alarming speed.&lt;br /&gt;5. They always turn simple statements into big problems.&lt;br /&gt;4. Smalltalk is important.&lt;br /&gt;3. You do the same thing for years, and suddenly it’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2. They make you take the garbage out.&lt;br /&gt;1. Miss a period and they go wild!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-3615258470894318328?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-ten-reasons-computers-must-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-9018310952515895404</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:43:14.299-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Top Ten Reasons Computers Must Be Male</title><description>10. They have a lot of data but are still clueless.&lt;br /&gt;9. A better model is always just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;8. They look nice and shiny until you bring them home.&lt;br /&gt;7. It is always necessary to have a backup.&lt;br /&gt;6. They’ll do whatever you say if you push the right buttons.&lt;br /&gt;5. The best part of having either one is the games you can play.&lt;br /&gt;4. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.&lt;br /&gt;3. The lights are on but nobody’s home.&lt;br /&gt;2. Big power surges knock them out for the night.&lt;br /&gt;1. Size does matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-9018310952515895404?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-ten-reasons-computers-must-be-male.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-5311193942644532786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-23T21:36:50.400-08:00</atom:updated><title>Doctor - Wife Joke</title><description>A forty-something woman is jumping up and down on the bed and singing happily. Her husband watches her for a while then says,&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look? What’s the matter with you?”&lt;br /&gt;The woman continues to bounce.&lt;br /&gt;“I don't care,” she says. “I just got back from the doctor’s and he says I have the breasts of an 18yr old girl.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?” says the husband. “And what did he say about your 40yr old twat?”&lt;br /&gt;“I'm sorry,” says the woman, “you’re name didn’t come up!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-5311193942644532786?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/doctor-wife-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-3142454143281834131</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-22T02:21:40.174-08:00</atom:updated><title>Husband Reading | Wife Striping Joke</title><description>A man and his wife get into bed for the night. The wife curls up ready for sleep and the husband puts his bedside lamp on to read. While he’s reading, he reaches over to his wife and started fondling her pussy. He does this for a short then stops and goes back to reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the wife jumps out of bed and starts stripping in front of him. Confused, the husband asks, “What are doing?”&lt;br /&gt;“You were playing with my pussy,” the wife replies, “I’ve got the hint and I’m stripping for action.”&lt;br /&gt;“O,” says the husband, “You’ve got it all wrong. I was just wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-3142454143281834131?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/husband-reading-wife-striping-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-4218350249713069281</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-22T02:23:19.744-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lost Ring Joke</title><description>A cop sees a young blonde woman down on her knees under a streetlight.&lt;br /&gt;“Can I help you?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;“I dropped my diamond ring and I’m looking for it,” she replies.&lt;br /&gt;“Did you drop it right here?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nope,” says the blonde, “but it’s easier looking for it here as the light’s better.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-4218350249713069281?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost-ring-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-4088157501992279937</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-22T02:17:41.830-08:00</atom:updated><title>Boss Secretary Joke</title><description>A boss walks up to his new secretary and asks,&lt;br /&gt;“Linda, do you know the difference between a Caesar Salad and a blow job?”&lt;br /&gt;“No,” she replies.&lt;br /&gt;“Great!” he says, “Let’s have lunch.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-4088157501992279937?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/boss-secretary-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-7692789988620027222</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 10:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-22T02:16:43.358-08:00</atom:updated><title>Chinese Name Joke</title><description>Fu, Bu and Chu emigrate from China to America. After hearing the trouble people have saying their names they decide to Americanise them.&lt;br /&gt;Bu called himself Buck, Chu called himself Chuck, and Fu goes back to China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-7692789988620027222?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/chinese-name-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-2289253621801745129</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:28:28.841-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tongue Transplant Joke</title><description>News flash: Doctors in Austria have performed the worlds first successful tongue transplant. Just hours after this pioneering surgery, the patient was awake and able to give his first interview. When asked by a reporter, “How does it feel to have a new tongue?”&lt;br /&gt;He replied, “Wellllllll ifmmnnnn mmmmmm arrrr Bettfffffflllllerr!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-2289253621801745129?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/tongue-transplant-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-4896973247574869606</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:15:39.266-08:00</atom:updated><title>Who Enjoys Sex ?</title><description>A man and a woman were having drinks when they got into an argument about who&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed sex more.&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Men obviously enjoy sex more than women. Why do you think we're so&lt;br /&gt;obsessed with sex?"&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't prove anything," the woman countered, "Think about this...when your ear&lt;br /&gt;itches and you put your finger in it and wiggle it around, then pull it out, which feels&lt;br /&gt;better-your ear or your finger?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-4896973247574869606?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-enjoys-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-1592477712908263723</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:14:20.080-08:00</atom:updated><title>Little Johnny Joke</title><description>A teacher asks her Sunday school class to draw pictures of their favourite bible stories. But when she looks at some of the work she a little puzzled. One Picture shows four people on an airplane. So she asks little Johnny,&lt;br /&gt;“What story is your picture of?”&lt;br /&gt;“The flight to Egypt,” replies Johnny. "I see. And that must be Jesus, Mary and Joseph. But who’s the fourth person?"&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” replies Johnny, “that’s Pontius - the Pilot!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-1592477712908263723?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/little-johnny-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-1514732136125369004</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:12:30.260-08:00</atom:updated><title>What kind of girl</title><description>Joe is having a drink in his local bar when in walks this gorgeous woman. Joe, not being too shy, goes up and sits next to her. He buys her a drink and then another and then another.&lt;br /&gt;After this and the accompanying small talk, Joe asks her back to his place for a "good time."&lt;br /&gt;"Look," says the woman, "what do you think I am? I don't turn into a slut after 3 drinks, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;"OK," replies Joe, "so how many does it take?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-1514732136125369004?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-kind-of-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-456761826969677419</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:10:13.863-08:00</atom:updated><title>Vegas problems</title><description>Three buddies decided to take their wives on vacation for a week in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;The week flew by and they all had a great time. After they returned home and the men went back to work, they sat around at break and discussed their vacation.&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says "I don't think I'll ever do that again!&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we got back, my old lady flings her arms &amp;amp; hollers, "7 come 11" all night &amp;amp; I haven't had a wink of sleep!"&lt;br /&gt;The second guy says "I know what you mean...my old lady played blackjack the whole time we were there and she slaps the bed all night and hollers 'hit me light or hit me hard', and I haven't had a wink of sleep either!"&lt;br /&gt;The third guy says "You guys think you have it bad! My old lady played the slots the whole time we were there... every morning, I wake up with a sore dick and an butt full of quarters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-456761826969677419?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/vegas-problems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-5673912918777091513</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:09:19.742-08:00</atom:updated><title>House Owner Joke</title><description>Customer: "Do you have any cockroaches?"&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "Yes, we sell them to the fisherman."&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I would like 20,000 of them."&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "What would you want with 20,000 cockroaches?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I'm moving tomorrow and my lease says I must leave my apartment in the condition in which I found it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-5673912918777091513?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/house-owner-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169645281527615094.post-8293208870735963032</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T05:05:25.263-08:00</atom:updated><title>Neighbour Joke</title><description>"Mom," said the little boy, in from playing. "I think the people who live next door are really, really poor?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that, my little one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because you should have seen the fuss they made when their baby swallowed a penny!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169645281527615094-8293208870735963032?l=funpagesforyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://funpagesforyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/neighbour-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Prasanth Raj)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

