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It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-7198486023585201811</id><published>2008-07-24T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:59:20.529+05:30</updated><title type="text">Life Support</title><content type="html">Last night my mom and I were sitting in the living room talking about the many things of life... in-between... we talked about the idea of living or dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her: ' Mom, never let me live in a vegetative state, totally dependent on machines and liquids from a bottle. If you see me in that state I want you to disconnect all the contraptions that are keeping me alive, I'd much rather die'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom got up from the sofa with this real look of admiration towards me...and proceeded to disconnect the TV, the Cable, the Dish, the DVD, the Computer, the Cell Phone, the Ipod, and the Xbox, and then went to the fridge and threw away all my beer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I ALMOST DIED!!!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/344570233/life-support.html" title="Life Support" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=7198486023585201811&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/7198486023585201811/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7198486023585201811" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/7198486023585201811" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-support.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-8293123768551797428</id><published>2008-07-03T21:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:24:24.505+05:30</updated><title type="text">Children's Science Test Answer</title><content type="html">If you need a laugh, then read through these Children's Science Exam Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: Name the four seasons.&lt;br /&gt; A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.&lt;br /&gt; A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: How is dew formed ?&lt;br /&gt; A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: How can you delay milk turning sour ? (brilliant, love this!)&lt;br /&gt; A: Keep it in the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What causes the tides in the oceans ?&lt;br /&gt; A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All  water tends to flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What are steroids ?&lt;br /&gt; A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What happens to your body as you age ?&lt;br /&gt; A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty ?&lt;br /&gt; A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt; A: Premature death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized ? (e.g., abdomen.)&lt;br /&gt; A: The body is consisted into three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax  contains the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five  bowels A, E, I, O, and U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What is the fibula ?&lt;br /&gt; A: A small lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: What does "varicose" mean ?&lt;br /&gt; A: Nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section."&lt;br /&gt; A: The Caesarean Section is a district in Rome.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896763/childrens-science-test-answer.html" title="Children's Science Test Answer" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=8293123768551797428&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/8293123768551797428/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8293123768551797428" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/8293123768551797428" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/childrens-science-test-answer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-975735307179260523</id><published>2008-07-03T21:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:08:18.221+05:30</updated><title type="text">Dachshund and leopard</title><content type="html">A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet Dachshund dog along for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the Dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the Dachshund discovers that he is lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the obvious intention of having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dachshund thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now! Then he noticed some bones on the ground close by and immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the Dachshund exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if there are any more around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees. "Whew," says the leopard. "That was close. That Dachshund! Nearly had me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes. But the Dachshund sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks "What am I going to do now?" But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet... and just when they get close enough to hear, the Dachshund says........ ......... .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off half an hour ago to bring me another leopard."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral: It doesn't matter what cards you hold but how you play them!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896764/dachshund-and-leopard.html" title="Dachshund and leopard" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=975735307179260523&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/975735307179260523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/975735307179260523" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/975735307179260523" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/dachshund-and-leopard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-2892667768872948525</id><published>2008-07-03T21:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:06:01.218+05:30</updated><title type="text">The Chicken Story</title><content type="html">A farmer rears twenty-five young hens and one old cock. As he feels that the old cock could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer bought one young cock from the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock to Young cock : "Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : O.K. What kind of competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old cock : 50 meter run. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, the following morning, the Young cock allows the Old cock to start off and when the Old cock crosses the 10 meters mark the Young cock chases him with all his might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Bang! ...... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, "Hell ! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !"</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896765/chicken-story.html" title="The Chicken Story" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=2892667768872948525&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/2892667768872948525/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2892667768872948525" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/2892667768872948525" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/chicken-story.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-2416958113494612180</id><published>2008-07-03T21:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:03:47.189+05:30</updated><title type="text">The Irishman's Wish</title><content type="html">An Irishman is sitting at the end of a bar. He sees a lamp at the end of the table. He walks down to it and rubs it. Out pops a genie. It says, "I will give you three wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thinks awhile. Finally he says, "I want a beer that never is empty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the genie makes a poof sound and on the bar is a bottle of beer. The Irishman starts drinking it and right before it is gone, it starts to refill. The genie asks about his next two wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "I want two more of these."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896766/irishmans-wish.html" title="The Irishman's Wish" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=2416958113494612180&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/2416958113494612180/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2416958113494612180" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/2416958113494612180" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/irishmans-wish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-1730124604028405217</id><published>2008-07-03T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:03:03.867+05:30</updated><title type="text">Odd Name</title><content type="html">There once was a boy whose parents named him "Odd". Other children used to tease him about his name, but he refused to be hurt or bothered about it. As he grew up, people continued to make fun of his name, even after he became a successful attorney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as an old man, he wrote out his last wishes. "I've been the butt of jokes all my life," he wrote. "I'll not have people making fun of me after I'm gone." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he instructed that his tombstone not bear his name. Yet after his death, people would notice his large, blank stone and remark, "That's odd."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896767/odd-name.html" title="Odd Name" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=1730124604028405217&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/1730124604028405217/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1730124604028405217" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/1730124604028405217" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/odd-name.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-393886696946761277</id><published>2008-07-03T20:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:01:57.441+05:30</updated><title type="text">Why I fired my secretary</title><content type="html">Last week was my birthday and I didn't feel very well waking up on that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, 'Happy Birthday!', and possibly have a small present for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone 'Happy Birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought... Well, that's marriage for you, but the kids.... They will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids came bouncing down stairs to breakfast and didn't say a word. So when I left for the office, I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my office, my secretary Jane said, 'Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!' It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked until one o'clock, when Jane knocked on my door and said, 'You know, It's such a beautiful day outside, and it is your Birthday, what do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'Thanks, Jane, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally would go. She chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the office, Jane said, 'You know, It's such a beautiful day... We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, 'I guess not. What do you have in mind ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Let's drop by my apartment, it's just around the corner.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at her apartment, Jane turned to me and said, 'Boss, if you don't mind, I'm going to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I'll be right back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ok.' I nervously replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing 'Happy Birthday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325896768/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html" title="Why I fired my secretary" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=393886696946761277&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/393886696946761277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/393886696946761277" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/393886696946761277" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-3780796425841097148</id><published>2008-07-03T20:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:57:02.583+05:30</updated><title type="text">Men have more loyal friends than women</title><content type="html">Friendship between Women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman didn't come home one night. The next morning she told her husband that she had slept over at a friend's house. The man called his wife's 10 best friends. None of them knew anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship between Men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man didn't come home one night. The next morning he told his wife that he had slept over at a friend's house. The woman called her husband's 10 best friends, eight of which confirmed that he had slept over, and two said that he was still there.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/325871093/men-have-more-loyal-friends-than-women.html" title="Men have more loyal friends than women" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=3780796425841097148&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/3780796425841097148/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3780796425841097148" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/3780796425841097148" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/07/men-have-more-loyal-friends-than-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-4780377253418966905</id><published>2008-05-15T17:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:58:39.980+05:30</updated><title type="text">Food for thought</title><content type="html">Old wine in a new bottle. In reference to the ongoing and upcoming elections in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all reminds me of the story of a cowboy named Bud who was overseeing his herd in a remote mountainous pasture in Wyoming when suddenly a brand-new BMW advance out of a dust cloud toward him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and a YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, 'If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, 'Sure, Why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, 'You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves,' says Bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Bud says to the young man, 'Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, 'Okay, why not?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You're a Congressman for the U.S. Government', says Bud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow! That's correct,' says the yuppie, 'but how did you guess that?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No guessing required.' answered the cowboy. 'You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You tried to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about cows... this is a herd of sheep. . . Now give me back my damned dog."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/290890018/food-for-thought.html" title="Food for thought" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=4780377253418966905&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/4780377253418966905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4780377253418966905" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/4780377253418966905" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2008/05/food-for-thought.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-1951917806476295230</id><published>2007-11-16T13:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:06:54.484+05:30</updated><title type="text">Two Line Ryhmes</title><content type="html">THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,&lt;br /&gt;But I only slept with you because I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I could love no other --&lt;br /&gt;That is until I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace;&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped in to smell this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "Go to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/185644357/two-line-ryhmes.html" title="Two Line Ryhmes" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=1951917806476295230&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/1951917806476295230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1951917806476295230" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/1951917806476295230" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-line-ryhmes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-8596116748266648660</id><published>2007-11-16T13:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:04:57.501+05:30</updated><title type="text">Clinton Genealogy</title><content type="html">Judy Wallman, a professional genealogical researcher, discovered that Hillary Clinton's great-great uncle, Remus Rodham, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the Gallows. On the back of the picture is this inscription:  'Remus Rodham; horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times, caught by Pinkerton Detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy e-mailed Hillary Clinton for comments. Hillary's staff of Professional Image adjusters sent back the following biographical sketch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Remus Rodham was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory. His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana rail road. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to service at a government facility, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the rail road. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honour when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is how it's done, folks!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/185644358/clinton-genealogy.html" title="Clinton Genealogy" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=8596116748266648660&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/8596116748266648660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8596116748266648660" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/8596116748266648660" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/11/clinton-genealogy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-2323263580669622855</id><published>2007-10-25T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:52:18.579+05:30</updated><title type="text">Misspellings</title><content type="html">i cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs saerpd it!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/174829262/misspellings.html" title="Misspellings" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=2323263580669622855&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/2323263580669622855/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2323263580669622855" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/2323263580669622855" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/misspellings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-7383929979648515997</id><published>2007-10-15T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:05:56.509+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baseball" /><title type="text">Red Sox and Yankees Fan</title><content type="html">Some new twists to some old humor...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school a first grade teacher explains to her class that she is a Yankees fan. She asks her students to raise their hands if they, too, are Yankees fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to impress their teacher, everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl. The teacher looks at the girl with surprise,   "Janie, why didn't you raise your hand?" "Because I'm not a Yankees fan," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, still shocked, asked, "Well, if you are not a Yankees fan, then who are you a fan of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a Red Sox fan, and proud of it," Janie replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher could not believe her ears. "Janie, why pray tell are you a Red Sox fan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because my mom is a Red Sox fan, and my dad is Red Sox fan, so I'm a Red Sox fan too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the teacher in a obviously annoyed tone, "that is no reason for you to be a Red Sox fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your mom were an idiot and your dad were a moron, what would you be then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then," Janie smiled, "I'd be a Yankees fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family of New York Yankee fans headed out one Saturday to shop for the youngest boy's birthday. While in the sports shop the son picks up a Red Sox jersey and says to his older sister, "I've decided to become a Red Sox fan and I would like this Boston Red Sox jersey for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him upside his head and says, "Go talk to mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off goes the little lad with the jersey in hand and finds his mother. "Mom?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided I'm going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother is outraged at this, promptly whacks him around the head and says, "Go talk to your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off he goes with the Red Sox jersey in hand and finds his father. "Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided I'm going to be a Red Sox fan and I would like this jersey for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father is outraged and promptly whacks his son in the back of his head and says, "No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later they're all back in the car and heading towards home. The father turns to his son and says "Son, I hope you've learned something today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son says, "Yes, Dad, I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good! And what is it you learned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son replies, "I've only been a Red Sox fan for an hour and I already hate you Yankee bastards!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four baseball fans - a Cubs fan, a Cardinals fan, a Red Sox fan, and a Yankees fan - are climbing a mountain and arguing about who loves his team more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cubs fan insists he is the most loyal. "This is for the Cubs!" he yells, and jumps off the side of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, the Cardinals fan shouts, "This is for the Cardinals!" and throws himself off the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Sox fan is next to profess his love for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He yells, "This is for everyone!" and pushes the Yankees fan off the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Red Sox fan liked to amuse himself by scaring every Yankees fan he saw strutting down the street in an obnoxious NY pinstripe shirt. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, then swerve back just missing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while driving along, he saw a priest. He thought he would do a good deed, so he pulled over and asked the priest, "Where are you going, Father?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to give Mass at St. Francis church, about two miles down the road," replied the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Climb in, Father. I'll give you a lift!" The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and they continued down the road. Suddenly, the driver saw a Yankees fan walking down the road, and he instinctively swerved as if to hit him. But, as usual, he swerved back onto the road just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he was certain that he had missed the guy, he still heard a loud THUD. not knowing where the noise came from, he glanced in his mirrors but still didn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then remembered the priest, and he turned to the priest and said, "sorry Father, I almost hit that Yankees fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's OK," replied the priest "I got him with the door."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/170158522/red-sox-and-yankees-fan.html" title="Red Sox and Yankees Fan" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=7383929979648515997&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/7383929979648515997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/7383929979648515997" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/7383929979648515997" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-sox-and-yankees-fan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-4122653931126633068</id><published>2007-10-10T08:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:10:24.953+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blonde" /><title type="text">Blonde joke</title><content type="html">There was 3 ladies on an island - 1 blonde, 1 brunette and a red-head. The city where they wanted to be was 20 miles away with sea between the the island and the city. The red-head swam 4 miles and drowned of exhaustion, the brunette sawm 10 miles and drowned of exhaustion, the blonde swam 19 miles, got tired, and swam back!!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/167735491/blonde-joke.html" title="Blonde joke" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=4122653931126633068&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/4122653931126633068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/4122653931126633068" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/4122653931126633068" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/blonde-joke.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-6712381103680526435</id><published>2007-10-05T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:42:20.034+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telemarketing" /><title type="text">The best prank call ever</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=J5z4Vs26-TI"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=J5z4Vs26-TI&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/165679567/best-prank-call-ever.html" title="The best prank call ever" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=6712381103680526435&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/6712381103680526435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6712381103680526435" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/6712381103680526435" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-prank-call-ever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-6826698306839286547</id><published>2007-10-05T17:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:39:01.871+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men and women" /><title type="text">About marriage</title><content type="html">When  a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.&lt;br /&gt;- Sacha  Guitry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together.&lt;br /&gt;- Hemant Joshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad  one, you'll become a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;- Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;- Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want?"&lt;br /&gt;- Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some  people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays."&lt;br /&gt;- Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years."&lt;br /&gt;- Sam Kinison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's  a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage."&lt;br /&gt;- James Holt McGavran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've  had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't."&lt;br /&gt;- Patrick Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  secrets to keep your marriage brimming&lt;br /&gt;1.  Whenever you're wrong, admit it,&lt;br /&gt;2.  Whenever you're right, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;- Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once...&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did before I got married? Anything I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;- Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.&lt;br /&gt;- Rodney  Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;- Milton Berle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: "Wife wanted". Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: "You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"&lt;br /&gt;Second  Guy: "You're lucky, mine's still alive."&lt;br /&gt;- Anonymous</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/165679568/about-marriage.html" title="About marriage" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=6826698306839286547&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/6826698306839286547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/6826698306839286547" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/6826698306839286547" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-5091249085341115024</id><published>2007-10-04T13:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:13:43.807+05:30</updated><title type="text">Wine, Beer and Water</title><content type="html">As Ben Franklin said: In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is freedom, in water there is bacteria. In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli,(E. Coli) -Bacteria found in feces. In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &amp; beer (or  tequila, Rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a Purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting. Remember: Water = Poop, Wine = Health Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink  water and be full of shit.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/165093009/wine-beer-and-water.html" title="Wine, Beer and Water" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=5091249085341115024&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/5091249085341115024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5091249085341115024" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/5091249085341115024" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/wine-beer-and-water.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-8622335928632840582</id><published>2007-10-03T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:48:52.242+05:30</updated><title type="text">Girl's Night Out</title><content type="html">Why females should avoid a girls night out after they are married....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I was invited out for a night with the "girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, "I promise!" Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times. I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick-witted  solution, in order to escape a possible conflict with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even when totally smashed... 3 cuckoos plus 9 cuckoos totals 12 cuckoos = MIDNIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning my husband asked me what time I got in, I told him  "MIDNIGHT"... he didn't seem mad in the least.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, I got away with that one!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him why, he said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed three times, then said "oh crap."  Cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, giggled, cuckooed twice more, and then tripped over the coffee table and farted."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/164614540/girls-night-out.html" title="Girl's Night Out" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=8622335928632840582&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/8622335928632840582/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/8622335928632840582" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/8622335928632840582" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/girls-night-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-1071770475194749013</id><published>2007-10-03T14:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:45:03.624+05:30</updated><title type="text">Duck</title><content type="html">A Duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of bitter and a ham sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman looks at him and says, "But you're a duck".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see your eyes are working", replies the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you talk!" exclaims the barman.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"I see your ears are working", says the duck,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now can I have my beer and my sandwich please?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Certainly", says the barman, "sorry about that, it's just we don't get  many ducks in this pub. What are you doing round this way?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I'm working on the building site across the road", explains the duck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then the duck drinks his beer, eats his sandwich and leaves.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This continues for 2 weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ringmaster of the circus comes into the pub and the barman says to him, "You're with the circus aren't you? I know this duck that would be just brilliant in your circus, he talks, drinks beer and everything!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sounds marvelous", says the ringmaster, "get him to give me a call".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, "Hey Mr.Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" says the duck, "Sounds great, where is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the circus", says the barman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The circus?" the duck enquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right", replies the barman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The circus?" the duck asks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" says the barman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That place with the big tent?" the duck enquires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" the barman replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With all the animals?" the duck questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of Course" the barman replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the big canvas roof with the hole in the middle", asks the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right!" says the barman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck looks confused. "What the heck would they want with a plasterer?"</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/164614541/duck.html" title="Duck" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=1071770475194749013&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/1071770475194749013/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1071770475194749013" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/1071770475194749013" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/duck.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-904133541719737859</id><published>2007-10-03T14:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:43:38.215+05:30</updated><title type="text">Chimp Delivery</title><content type="html">A blonde lady motorist was about two hours from San Diego when she was flagged down by a man whose truck had broken down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walked up to the car and asked, "Are you going to San Diego?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," answered the blonde, "do you need a lift?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not for me. I'll be spending the next three hours fixing my truck. My problem is I've got two chimpanzees in the back who have to be taken to the San Diego Zoo. They're a bit stressed already so I don't want to keep them on the road all day. Could you possibly take them to the zoo for me?  I'll give you $100 for your trouble."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be happy to," said the blonde. So the two chimpanzees were ushered into the back seat of the blonde's car and carefully strapped into their seat belts. Off they went.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Five hours later, the truck driver was driving through the heart of San Diego when suddenly he was stunned to see the blond woman; she was walking down the street holding hands with the two chimps, much to the amusement of a big crowd.  With a screech of brakes he pulled off the road and ran over to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck are you doing here?" he demanded, "I gave you $100 to take these chimpanzees to the zoo."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know you did," said the blonde, "but we had money left over---so now we're going to Sea World"</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/164614542/chimp-delivery.html" title="Chimp Delivery" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=904133541719737859&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/904133541719737859/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/904133541719737859" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/904133541719737859" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/10/chimp-delivery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-2519902217492350840</id><published>2007-09-28T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:46:02.754+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men and women" /><title type="text">Cowboy</title><content type="html">A lady went into a bar in Waco and saw a cowboy with his feet propped up on a table. He had the biggest boots she'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman asked the cowboy if it's true what they say about men with big feet are well endowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy grinned and said, "Shore is, little lady. Why don't you come on out to the bunkhouse and let me prove it to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman wanted to find out for herself, so she spent the night with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she handed him a $100 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blushing, he said, "Well, thankee, ma'am. Ah'm real flattered. Ain't nobody ever paid me fer mah services before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be flattered. Take the money and buy yourself some boots that fit."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/162418844/cowboy.html" title="Cowboy" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=2519902217492350840&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/2519902217492350840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/2519902217492350840" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/2519902217492350840" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/09/cowboy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-1010535148117558559</id><published>2007-09-28T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:45:15.143+05:30</updated><title type="text">Elderly couple</title><content type="html">An elderly couple were attending a church service. About half way through the sermon, the wife leans over and whispers to her husband, "I just let out a silent fart. What do you think I should do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Put a new battery in your hearing aid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ba-boom, cha!       =:^)</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/162418845/elderly-couple.html" title="Elderly couple" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=1010535148117558559&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/1010535148117558559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1010535148117558559" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/1010535148117558559" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/09/elderly-couple.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-1092792490915286104</id><published>2007-09-28T16:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:44:06.889+05:30</updated><title type="text">How to break a bad news</title><content type="html">At dawn the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Hello, Master Carlos? This is Arnaldo, caretaker of your country house.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Ah yes, Mr. Arnaldo. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir, that your parrot died'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'My parrot? Dead? The one that won the competition?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'That is the one.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Darn! That is such a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. Oh well...what did he die from?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'From eating rotten meat.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Rotten meat? Who was so mean as to give him meat?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Nobody. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Dead horse? What dead horse, Mr. Arnaldo?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Why, those pure breed ones that you had, sir. They died from all that work pulling the water cart.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Are you insane? What water cart?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The one we used to put out the fire.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Good Lord ! What fire are you talking about, man?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The one at your house ! A candle fell and then the curtain caught on fire.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'What the hell! But there is electricity at the house!What was the candle for?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'For the funeral.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL'???!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Your mother's! She showed up one night out of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I shot her.'!!!!!!</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/162418846/how-to-break-bad-news.html" title="How to break a bad news" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=1092792490915286104&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/1092792490915286104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/1092792490915286104" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/1092792490915286104" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-break-bad-news.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-3906129540207012135</id><published>2007-09-28T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:40:59.259+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religion" /><title type="text">Italian Jews</title><content type="html">Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to convert to Catholicism or leave Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the pope offered a deal. He would have a religious debate with the leader of the Jewish community. If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy. If the Pope won, they would have to convert or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish people met and picked an aged and wise Rabbi to represent them in the debate. However, as the Rabbi spoke no Italian, and the Pope spoke no Yiddish, they agreed that it would be a "silent" debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the chosen day the Pope and Rabbi sat opposite each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbi looked back and raised one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbi pointed to the ground where he sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbi pulled out an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that the Pope stood up and declared that he was beaten, and that the Rabbi was too clever. The Jews could stay in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the Cardinals met with the Pope and asked him what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me there is still only one God common to both our beliefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I waved my finger around my head to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground to show that God was also right here with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out the wine and water, to show that God absolves us of all our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of the original sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had beaten me at every move and I could not continue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered to ask the Rabbi, how he had won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't a clue" said the Rabbi. "First he said to me that we had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews and I said to him that we were staying right here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then what?" asked a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows?" said the Rabbi. "He took out his lunch so I took out mine."</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/162410009/italian-jews.html" title="Italian Jews" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=3906129540207012135&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/3906129540207012135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/3906129540207012135" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/3906129540207012135" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/09/italian-jews.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6537903.post-5144959484826219550</id><published>2007-09-28T16:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:37:42.606+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men and women" /><title type="text">Men</title><content type="html">1. Men are like ..Laxatives ... They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like ... Bananas ... The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like Weather ... Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like Blenders ... You need one, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like Chocolate Bars ... Sweet, smooth, &amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like Commercials ... You can't believe all they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like Government Bonds ... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like Mascara ... They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like Popcorn ... They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like Lava Lamps ... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like Parking Spots ... All the good ones are taken, the rest are handicapped.</content><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/humor/~3/162410011/men.html" title="Men" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6537903&amp;postID=5144959484826219550&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/5144959484826219550/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default/5144959484826219550" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6537903/posts/default/5144959484826219550" /><author><name>Sudhir Parasuram (Lakkaraju)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07617227228550332396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-sudhir-lp.blogspot.com/2007/09/men.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
