<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2024 11:11:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Funny</category><category>sms</category><category>Santa n Banta</category><category>Teaser</category><category>definations</category><category>man</category><category>family</category><category>WIfe</category><category>student</category><category>teacher</category><category>husband</category><category>lawyers</category><category>marriage</category><category>mobile</category><category>son</category><category>woman</category><category>work</category><category>Dirty</category><category>age</category><category>doctor</category><category>nurse</category><category>report</category><category>sardar</category><category>Beggar</category><category>Bill Gates</category><category>Lottery</category><category>art</category><category>bar</category><category>barber</category><category>carr</category><category>celebrity</category><category>cpu</category><category>detective</category><category>dog</category><category>einstein</category><category>exam</category><category>first day.</category><category>forecast</category><category>god</category><category>hookar</category><category>intelligent</category><category>jail</category><category>judge</category><category>kid</category><category>kiss</category><category>love</category><category>maid</category><category>mathematics</category><category>mother</category><category>mouthwash</category><category>parking</category><category>parlour</category><category>police</category><category>relative</category><category>saloon</category><category>servant</category><category>success</category><category>suicide</category><category>surrgeons</category><category>terrorist</category><category>toys</category><category>tv</category><category>whitehouse</category><category>windows</category><category>winner</category><category>wish</category><title>Funny OR Teasing</title><description></description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-5653545526504745264</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-30T04:35:54.899-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lawyers</category><title>Lawyers..</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
1.Q. Why are lawyers like nuclear weapons? &lt;br /&gt;A. If one side has one, the other 
side has to get one. Once launched, they cannot be recalled. When they land, 
they screw up everything forever. &lt;br /&gt;
2. A restaurant full of lawyers was held hostage. &lt;br /&gt;The bad guys threatened that, 
until all their demands were met, they would release one lawyer every hour.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2011/07/lawyers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-6230581819812267146</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-29T04:17:41.680-07:00</atom:updated><title>Prison</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Three convicts were on the way to prison. They were each 
allowed to take one item with them to help them occupy their time while 
incarcerated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, one turned to another and said, &quot;So, what did 
you bring?&quot; The second convict pulled out a box of paints and stated that he 
intended to paint anything he could. He wanted to become the &quot;Grandma Moses of 
Jail&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked the first, &quot;What did you bring?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 
convict pulled out a deck of cards and grinned and said, &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I brought cards. I 
can play poker, solitaire and gin, and any number of games.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third 
convict, a blonde man, was sitting quietly aside, grinning to himself. The other 
two took notice and asked, &quot;Why are you so smug? What did you bring?&quot; 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy pulled out a box of tampons and smiled. He said &quot;I brought 
these.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two were puzzled and asked - &quot;What can you do with 
those?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned and pointed to the box and said - &quot;Well according to 
the box, I can go horseback riding, swimming, roller-skating&quot;...&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2011/07/prison.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-3047803668708690889</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T03:37:02.056-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WIfe</category><title>Enjoy</title><description>1. Importance of a period &lt;br /&gt;
Teacher: &#39;Do you know the importance of a period?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Kid: &#39;Yeah, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got a heart attack &amp; our driver ran away.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Confident vs. confidential &lt;br /&gt;
A young boy asks his Dad, &#39;What is the difference between confident and confidential? &#39; Dad says, &#39;You are my son, I&#39;m confident about that. Your friend over there, is also my son, that&#39;s confidential! &#39; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Anger management? &lt;br /&gt;
Husband: &#39;When I get mad at you, you never fight back. How do you control your anger?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Wife: &#39;I clean the toilet.&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
Husband: &#39;How does that help?&#39; &lt;br /&gt;
Wife: &#39;I use your toothbrush .&#39;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoy_02.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-920388545534522677</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T03:35:37.916-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WIfe</category><title>Enjoy</title><description>1. Losing all your friends &lt;br /&gt;
Man comes home and finds his wife with his friend in bed.&lt;br /&gt;
He shoots his friend and kills him. Wife says &#39;If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Brother wanted &lt;br /&gt;
A small boy wrote to Santa Claus,&#39;send me a brother&#39;....&lt;br /&gt;
Santa wrote back, &#39;SEND ME YOUR MOTHER&#39;....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Meaning of WIFE &lt;br /&gt;
Husband asks, &#39;Do you know the meaning of WIFE? It means &#39;Without Information Fighting Everytime&#39;!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Wife replies, &#39;No, it means &#39;With Idiot For Ever&#39;!!!&#39;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2009/01/enjoy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-7643544674118554825</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T03:43:00.865-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lawyers</category><title>Lawyer and inheritance</title><description>&lt;b&gt;The madam opened the brothel door to see a rather dignified, well-dressed good looking man in his late 40s or early 50s.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;May I help you?&quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I want to see Valerie,&quot; the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else,&quot; said the madam.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No. I must see Valerie,&quot; was the man&#39;s reply.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $1,000 a visit. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten one-hundred dollar bills, gave them to Valerie, and they went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After an hour, the man calmly left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next night, the same man appeared again, demanding to see  Valerie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Valerie explained that none had ever come back two nights in a row--too expensive--and there were no discounts. The price was still $1,000.  Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The following night the man was there again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for the third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After their session, Valerie questioned the man. &quot;No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?&quot; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man replied, &quot;South Carolina.&quot;  &quot;Really&quot; she said. &quot;I have family in South Carolina.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I know,&quot; the man said. &quot;Your father died, and I am your sister&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
attorney.  She asked me to give you your $3,000 inheritance. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The moral of the story is that there are three things in life that are&lt;br /&gt;
certain:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Death&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2. Taxes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
3. Being screwed by a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/lawyer-and-inheritance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-5657505501090863703</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 10:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T03:40:00.504-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surrgeons</category><title>Surgeons</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Five surgeons are discussing who makes the best patients on the operating table.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first surgeon says, &quot;I like to see accountants on my operating table, because when you open them up, everything inside is numbered.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The second responds, &quot;Yeah, but you should try electricians! Everything inside them is color coded.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The third surgeon says, &quot;No, I really think librarians are the best; everything inside them is in alphabetical order.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth surgeon chimes in: &quot;You know, I like construction workers...those guys always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end, and when the job takes longer than you said it would.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But the fifth surgeon shut them all up when he observed: &quot;You&#39;re all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on. There&#39;s no guts, no heart, and no spine, and the head and butt are interchangeable. &quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/surgeons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-1870151338065981405</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T02:09:00.870-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">husband</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WIfe</category><title>Talk conversation between NRI husband and his wife.</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Dear Sweetheart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t send my salary this month, so I am sending 100 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;Your husband&lt;br /&gt;XYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied back after some days to her husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your 100 kisses, I am sending the expenses details.&lt;br /&gt;1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month&#39;s milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. The electricity man only agreed after 7 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;3. Your house owner is coming every day and taking two or three kisses&lt;br /&gt;instead of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I have given him&lt;br /&gt;some other items...........&lt;br /&gt;5. Other expenses 40 kisses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don&#39;t worry for me, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and I&lt;br /&gt;hope I can complete the month using this balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I plan same way for next months, Please Advise !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sweet Heart&lt;br /&gt;ABC&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/talk-conversation-between-nri-husband.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-943697945715145226</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 08:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T01:43:00.641-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lawyers</category><title>Oh, Those Darn Lawyers</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Two lawyers, Jon and Mike, head out for their usual 9 holes of golf. Jon offers Mike a $50 bet. Mike agrees and they&#39;re off. They shoot a great game. After the 8th hole, Mike is ahead by one stroke, but cuts his ball into the rough on the 9th. &lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;Help me find my ball. Look over there,&#39;&#39; he says to Jon. After a few minutes, neither has any luck. Since a lost ball carries a four point penalty, Mike secretly pulls a ball from his pocket and tosses it to the ground. &#39;&#39;I&#39;ve found my ball!&#39;&#39; he announces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;After all of the years we&#39;ve been partners and playing together,&quot; Jon says, &quot;you&#39;d cheat me out of a lousy 50 bucks?&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;What do you mean, cheat? I found my ball sitting right there!&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;&#39;And you&#39;re a liar, too!&#39;&#39; Jon says. &#39;&#39;I&#39;ll have you know I&#39;ve been STANDING on your ball for the last five minutes!&#39;&#39; &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-those-darn-lawyers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-4160247909023971622</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 08:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T01:38:00.680-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intelligent</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sardar</category><title>Intelligent Sardar :)</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Bobby returns from his first day at school and immediately questions his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dad, today we had a Spelling Class - All the other kids could only say half the alphabet, but I knew the whole thing. Is that because I am a Sardar?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No son, that&#39;s because you are intelligent.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby seeming content with the answer, asks his father another question, &quot;Dad, today we had Math class - All the other kids could only count from 1-10, I could count from 1 to 20. Is this because I am a Sardar ??&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No , that&#39;s because you are intelligent,&quot; replies his father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy with the answer, Bobby poses another question to his father. &quot;Dad, today we had Medical Examination, all the other boys were shorter than me, I was at least twice their height. Is that because I am a Sardar?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father replies, &quot;No son, that&#39;s because you are 31 years old.&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/intelligent-sardar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-4953767990084353564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-21T01:41:01.101-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">son</category><title>Pa Won&#39;t Like It ..</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;A farm boy accidentally overturned his wagonload of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the boy, &quot;Hey Willis, forget your troubles. Come in and visit with us. I&#39;ll help you get the wagon up later.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s mighty nice of you,&quot; Willis answered, &quot;but I don&#39;t think Pa would like me to.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Aw come on boy,&quot; the farmer insisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well okay,&quot; the boy finally agreed, and added, &quot;but Pa won&#39;t like it.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. &quot;I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t be foolish!&quot; the neighbor said with a smile. &quot;By the way, where is he?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Under the wagon.&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/pa-wont-like-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-5964943579342764919</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T01:36:00.589-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hookar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">man</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">woman</category><title>Hooker !!!</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;A married couple are lying in bed together on the morning of their tenth anniversary when the wife says, “Darling, as this is such a special occasion I think that it is time I made a confession…. Before we were married I was a hooker for eight years.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband ponders for a moment and then looks into his wife’s eyes and says, “My love, you have been a perfect wife for ten years, and I cannot hold your past against you. In fact maybe you could show me a few tricks of the trade and spice up our sex life a bit!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, “I don’t think you understand, my name was Brian and I played rugby for Auckland Blues.” &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/hooker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-5766616981618756129</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T01:15:00.724-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><title>Top 10 Snappy Comebacks To &quot;Why Aren&#39;t You Married Yet&quot;</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;10. You haven&#39;t asked yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What? And spoil my great sex life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Just lucky, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I&#39;m waiting until I get to be your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I wouldn&#39;t want my parents to drop dead from sheer happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I guess it just goes to prove that you can&#39;t trust those voodoo doll rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. What? And lose all the money I&#39;ve invested in running personal ads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. We really want to, but my lover&#39;s husband just won&#39;t go for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I don&#39;t want to have to support another person on my paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Why aren&#39;t you thin?      &lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/top-10-snappy-comebacks-to-why-arent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-7519806268248628425</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T01:12:00.736-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">definations</category><title>10 Humorous Definations!</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Women: Person who thinks more with their heart than with their head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience: What you will get while looking for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo: A place advice for animals to study the habits of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: The only man in the world who couldn&#39;t say,&quot; Pardon me, haven&#39;t I seen you before?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentist: A person who extracts both your teeth and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald: When one has less hair to comb and more face to wash.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death: Stop sinning suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbour: A person who is out of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile: A small curve that solve big problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen: Final laboratory of housewife&lt;/strong&gt;.</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-humorous-definations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-2976050708045533679</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 07:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T00:57:30.325-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sardar</category><title>Sardar Kidnapping a Kid!!</title><description>&lt;b&gt;There was a Sardarji who was down on his luck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In order to raise some money he decided to kidnap a&lt;br /&gt;
kid and hold him for ransom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He went to the playground, grabbed a kid, took him&lt;br /&gt;
behind a tree,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and told him, &quot;I&#39;ve kidnapped you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sardarji then wrote a note saying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;ve kidnapped your kid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tomorrow morning, put Rs.2,00,000 in a paper bag&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and put it beneath the mango tree on the north side&lt;br /&gt;
of the city&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
playground&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Signed: &quot;A Sardarji&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sardarji then pinned the note to the kid&#39;s shirt and&lt;br /&gt;
sent him home to&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
show it to his parents.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next morning the Sardarji checked, and sure&lt;br /&gt;
enough a paper bag was kept beneath the mango tree.The boy was sitting next&lt;br /&gt;
to the bag. Sardarji opened up the bag and found the Rs.2,00,000 in cash&lt;br /&gt;
with a note saying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;How can a sardarji do this to a fellow Sardarji?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take the money, and Please leave my son.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/sardar-kidnapping-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-3856172282957312116</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T20:27:00.578-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teacher</category><title>Whats my age ?</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Teacher: (1)There is a frog, (2)Ship is sinking, (3)potatoes cost Rs 3/kg. Then, &lt;br /&gt;what is my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: 32 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: Well, my sister is 16 yrs old and she is half mad.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-my-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-4826250167402464330</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T20:25:00.827-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exam</category><title>EXAM &gt;&gt;</title><description>&lt;b&gt;A gorgeous girl walks up 2 a  a professor&#39;s cabin and says I  will do anything 2 pass in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Professor: anything ! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: ya&lt;br /&gt;Prof: open your books and study.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-2397849244403578248</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T20:54:51.110-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WIfe</category><title>Wife is a Wife !!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://evirtualpie.com/myimage/albums/userpics/normal_wife.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;http://evirtualpie.com/myimage/albums/userpics/normal_wife.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Wife is a Wife, &lt;br /&gt;no matter who &lt;br /&gt;THE HELL &lt;br /&gt;you are!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/wife-is-wife.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-328260645861306197</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T20:24:41.255-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">suicide</category><title>Suicide !!!</title><description>&lt;b&gt;2 Lovers plan to suicide. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy jumped first, Girl closed her eyes &amp; return back saying love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy in air opened his parachute saying love never dies.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/suicide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-4206007355135717553</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T11:24:12.736-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parlour</category><title>Beauty Parlourr :)</title><description>&lt;b&gt;# Seen on a famous beauty parlor: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t whistle at the girl going out from here. She may be your &lt;br /&gt;
grandmother! &lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/beauty-parlourr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-175152086065864105</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T11:23:00.855-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relative</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">success</category><title>Success n Relative</title><description>&lt;b&gt;# Seen on a bulletin board: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Success is relative. More the success, more the relatives.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/success-n-relative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-501089586694183593</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T11:22:00.805-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">barber</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">saloon</category><title>Barber ..</title><description>&lt;b&gt;# Sign at a barber&#39;s saloon : &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We need your heads to run our business. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/barber.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-373606332505931756</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T11:22:13.834-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">god</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">terrorist</category><title>God n Terrorist</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Its God&#39;s responsibility to forgive the terrorist organizations. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s our responsibility to arrange the meeting between them and god.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-n-terrorist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-6401738827132710612</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T08:35:00.736-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>Stupidity !!</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Q: What is the Extreme height of stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Answer: Two stupids Sitting in a Auto and fighting for corner seat!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupidity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-3684360527293096429</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:33:00.671-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">carr</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">son</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WIfe</category><title>Funny</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Dad : Son, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Son : Not much dad, just a radio with a sports car around it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Man : my wife is too good.&lt;br /&gt;
She can talk on any subject for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Friend : Ahh!!! My wife is better,&lt;br /&gt;
She does not even need a subject to talk about.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2130146736998334720.post-6226291523242647511</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T08:32:01.165-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kiss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nurse</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">police</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teacher</category><title>Kiss</title><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Never kiss police woman. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
   She will say Stop and hands up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
           Never kiss nurse.She will say next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Always kiss ur teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
She will say repeat it 5 times.&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://funnyorteasing.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (evirtualpie)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>