<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:31:30.629-08:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><category term='fun'/><category term='funny'/><category term='desi jokes'/><title type='text'>Blaughter</title><subtitle type='html'>Laughs Out loud</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-919013398225817219</id><published>2009-07-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:59:29.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desi jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Parking Spot</title><content type='html'>John was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on me, "If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up tequila."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, a parking place appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John looked up again and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind. I found one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-919013398225817219?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/919013398225817219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=919013398225817219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/919013398225817219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/919013398225817219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2009/07/parking-spot.html' title='Parking Spot'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-2019270722599207012</id><published>2008-04-20T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:20:30.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheraz is racking leaves in his yard and he sees his neighbor Rani coming out of her house and checking the mail box and then slamming it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;then rani comes out again, checks the mailbox and slams it again..third time she comes and does the same thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sheraz finally asks her..rani whats wrong..why do u keep coming and checking for ur mail and slamming the mail box..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rani says: my stupid computer keeps on saying 'u got mail' ... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-2019270722599207012?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2019270722599207012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=2019270722599207012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2019270722599207012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2019270722599207012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-got-mail.html' title='You Got Mail'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1912377493782674016</id><published>2008-04-20T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:18:33.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vakeel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tallaq karwanay k Rs.50,000/- lagain gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pagal ho kia? Qazi ne Rs. 101/- mai shaadi karwai thi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vakeel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dekh lia na sastay kaam ka nateeja..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1912377493782674016?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1912377493782674016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1912377493782674016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1912377493782674016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1912377493782674016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/lawyer.html' title='Lawyer'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6556525807712050974</id><published>2008-04-20T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:17:12.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Einstein, Piccaso and George W. Bush were standing at the heavens gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The gate keeper asked Einstein: "Who are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Einstein replied: "I am Einstein"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The gate keeper aasked: "How can I be sure that you are the real Einstein?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Einstein brought a board and wrote down all of his formulae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You surely are Einstein! In you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next came Picasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"who are you?", he was asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am Picasso", he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just as Einstein proved it, you too prove it to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so Picasso brought his canvas and painted soem beautiful portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You surely are Picasso! In you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next came Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Who are you?" He was asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am Bush jr." he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just as Einstein and Picasso proved it, you too prove it to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Bush replied: "Who the hell are Einstein and Picasso?!?!???!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You surely are George Bush! In you go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6556525807712050974?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6556525807712050974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6556525807712050974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6556525807712050974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6556525807712050974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5511546317778061871</id><published>2008-04-20T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:15:34.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanjoos Baap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beta aik aur icecream khao gaye? kanjoos baap nay apnay betay say poocha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beta: lekin abbu jaan aap nay aik icecream bhi nai dilaii ab tak :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baap: tum bhool rahay ho beta  jab hum pichlay saal yahan aaye thay toh aik icecream nahi khai thi kia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5511546317778061871?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5511546317778061871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5511546317778061871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5511546317778061871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5511546317778061871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanjoos-baap.html' title='Kanjoos Baap'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5221786463515487007</id><published>2008-04-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:14:38.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanjoos Mareez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor (nurse say): Woh Kanjoos mareez ab kis baat per naraz ho raha hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurse: Is baat per kay dawai khatam honay say pehle hi woh thik hogaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5221786463515487007?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5221786463515487007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5221786463515487007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5221786463515487007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5221786463515487007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/kanjoos-mareez.html' title='Kanjoos Mareez'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3087594773327115727</id><published>2008-04-20T13:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:10:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek dost nay doosray dost say kaha: Tumhein apni biwi kay saath kapray dhoney main sharam nahi aati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dosre dost nay kaha: Is main sharam ki kiya baat hai, jab woh meray saath rotiyaan paka sakti hai to kiya main us kay saath kaprey nahi dho sakta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3087594773327115727?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3087594773327115727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3087594773327115727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3087594773327115727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3087594773327115727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/biwi.html' title='Biwi'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6462247947835063631</id><published>2008-04-20T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:09:47.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ek chor ki biwi shohar say kehnay lagi: ghar ka rashan khatam hogaya hai jaldi se lekar ayein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chor (biwi se): Le aaonga aisee bhi kya jaldi hai zara dukanien to band hone do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6462247947835063631?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6462247947835063631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6462247947835063631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6462247947835063631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6462247947835063631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/chor.html' title='Chor'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8975179370198911147</id><published>2008-04-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:09:16.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MotorCycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;aik sikh raat k waqt motorcycle pay ja raha tha, achanak thanddi hawa chal pari toh bike roak kar apna coat ulta pahan lia aur button peechay ki taraf kar liye aur bike pay sawar ho gaya, sardi say bachnay ki is nai tarqeeb par bayhad khush tha k dhalaan par bike slip hoi aur woh dharaam say neechay aa gira- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kuch dair baad wahan bohat say log jama ho gaye, daikha k sardar sahab maray paray hein aur aik sikh un ki laash k pass khara hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;us'say logon nay poocha... kia hua hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;woh bola jab mein pohncha toh sardar jee karaah rahay thay, mein nay jhuk kar daikha toh pata chala k unki gardan mur gai hai mein nay zor laga kar jo gardan seedhi ki tab say nahi bolay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8975179370198911147?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8975179370198911147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8975179370198911147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8975179370198911147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8975179370198911147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/motorcycle.html' title='MotorCycle'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8947903962938894391</id><published>2008-04-20T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:08:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeh tum akhbaar say kon si khabar kaat rahay ho? ik dost nay doosray dost say poocha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;us dost nay kaha:  akhbar mein khabar chappi hai k aik aadmi nay apni biwi ko sirf is baat pay talaaq day di k woh us ki pockets ki talaashi lia karti thi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;woh toh sahi magar tum is khabar ka kia karo gaye? dost nay dobara sawal kia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dost nay jawab dia: apni pocket mein rakhoon ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8947903962938894391?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8947903962938894391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8947903962938894391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8947903962938894391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8947903962938894391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/newspaper.html' title='Newspaper'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5650105137537147270</id><published>2008-04-20T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:07:02.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Principal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maa'n nay betay ko Uthatay howay kaha ... beTay jaldi say uTh jawo warnah school say dair hojayegi ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BeTay nay jawab dia ... maa'n ab main school naheen jayounga ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maa'n nay hairat say kaha ... lekin aakhir kiyoun ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BeTay nay jawab dia ... isliyeh k school main koi mujhay pasand naheen karta ... school k teacher mera mazaq oRatay hain ... bachchay mujh say nafrat kartay hain ... aisay main, mein school kab tak jata rahoun ... Maa'n nay kaha: lekin beTay tumhain school to jana hi paRega ... aakhir ko tum school k Principal ho. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5650105137537147270?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5650105137537147270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5650105137537147270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5650105137537147270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5650105137537147270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/principal.html' title='Principal'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4669981734595564087</id><published>2008-04-20T13:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:06:19.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ek sahab nay train main sooey howay admi say time poocha tu us nay ek thappar martay howay kaha 1 baja hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;toh woh sahab shukar ada kartay howay bolay k shukar hai main nay ek ganta pehlay nahi poocha werna 12 par jatay. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-4669981734595564087?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4669981734595564087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=4669981734595564087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4669981734595564087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4669981734595564087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4194069920404149759</id><published>2008-04-20T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:05:30.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COINCIDENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one Student: Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the sameday sametime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-4194069920404149759?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4194069920404149759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=4194069920404149759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4194069920404149759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4194069920404149759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/coincidence.html' title='COINCIDENCE'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-689335139711952614</id><published>2008-04-20T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:05:01.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telegram</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom : How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;David: You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-689335139711952614?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/689335139711952614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=689335139711952614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/689335139711952614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/689335139711952614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/telegram.html' title='Telegram'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6588520143056950229</id><published>2008-04-20T13:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:04:17.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupil: A teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6588520143056950229?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6588520143056950229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6588520143056950229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6588520143056950229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6588520143056950229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5265944215229431365</id><published>2008-04-20T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:03:46.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aik Dost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aik dost doosray dost say: pata hai meray aik dost nay karachi say dubai samandar kay rastay tair kar janay ka programm banaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dosra dost: to kia woh wahan pohanchnay main kamyaab ho gaya??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pehla dost: nahi jab dubai ka sahil 1 mile door rah gaya to woh thak gaya aur wapas karachi aagaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5265944215229431365?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5265944215229431365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5265944215229431365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5265944215229431365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5265944215229431365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/aik-dost.html' title='Aik Dost'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3738240790543019461</id><published>2008-04-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:03:07.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer: If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Canada in two days time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Master : Yes sir, it definitely will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer : I bet you, it won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Post Master : Why not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Customer : It's addressed to Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3738240790543019461?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3738240790543019461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3738240790543019461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3738240790543019461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3738240790543019461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-master.html' title='Post Master'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6922385331173309023</id><published>2008-04-20T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:01:14.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife : Do you want dinner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Husband : Sure, what are my choices? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife : Yes and no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6922385331173309023?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6922385331173309023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6922385331173309023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6922385331173309023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6922385331173309023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-459806323264111008</id><published>2008-04-20T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:00:38.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sardar to Shopkeeper: - Mujhe India Ka Flag Dikhao, Shopkeeper nay Flag Dikhaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sardar: - Isme aur Colour Dikhao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-459806323264111008?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/459806323264111008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=459806323264111008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/459806323264111008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/459806323264111008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/flag.html' title='Flag'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1771535788067308828</id><published>2008-04-20T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:59:18.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The God asked a guy for his wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The guy goes: "I want to go to Hawaii but I am too scared of flying. Can you build a bridge from Los Angeles to Hawaii?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God said: "You know what it would take to build such a long bridge in the pacific? Concrete, steel, manpower, time etc.. this is such a huge job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy goes: "Ok God. Dont worry about it. I want to understand women. How could i understand their psychology?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God thought for a momoent and said: "Buddy: how many lanes you want on the Freeway?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1771535788067308828?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1771535788067308828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1771535788067308828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1771535788067308828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1771535788067308828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7378329422014779502</id><published>2008-04-20T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:58:27.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microsoft Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are three engineers in a car; an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly the car just stops by the side of the road, and the three engineers look at each other wondering what could be wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests that maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, the Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, comes up with a suggestion, "Why don't we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open the windows again, and maybe it 'll work !?" :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-7378329422014779502?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7378329422014779502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=7378329422014779502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7378329422014779502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7378329422014779502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/microsoft-engineer.html' title='Microsoft Engineer'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7822058193230307445</id><published>2008-04-20T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:57:11.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once a Surd was slapped by his friend. He asked him whether he slapped him seriously or just for fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His friend replied "I was serious". The Surd told "Then it's O.K. I don't like people making fun of me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-7822058193230307445?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7822058193230307445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=7822058193230307445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7822058193230307445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7822058193230307445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title='O.K.'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5064598724718760231</id><published>2008-04-20T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:56:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIRROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sardar is traveling via train. On his way, he feels the urge to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;So he goes and opens the bathroom door, which happens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to have a mirror in the front.&lt;br /&gt;The sardar thinks there is another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sardar bhaiwaal in there, quickly shuts the door and returns to his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;seat. Five minutes later he goes again, only to find the same sardar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bhaiwaal. An hour passes away, he's made 20 trips to the bathroom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;only to find that the same person is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he finally gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ticked off, goes to the last compartment and tells the TC (Ticket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checker) what's been going on. The TC, who also happens to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sardar, feels bad for him and promises to throw the bum out. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;TC walks down to the compartment with the troubled bathroom to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;get the resident bhaiwaal out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Few minutes later the TC comes back and tell the sardar "I'm sorry, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;can't do anything. The guy in there is a railway staff member".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5064598724718760231?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5064598724718760231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5064598724718760231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5064598724718760231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5064598724718760231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mirror.html' title='THE MIRROR'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8731885455287554625</id><published>2008-04-20T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:53:32.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Singh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Singh was walking on the road and paused to read the graffiti on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It read "Padne waala gadha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Santa Singh thought for an hour, erased it and wrote back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Likhney waala gadha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8731885455287554625?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8731885455287554625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8731885455287554625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8731885455287554625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8731885455287554625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/santa-singh.html' title='Santa Singh'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-361444553235421927</id><published>2008-04-20T12:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:52:38.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Khushi ki Inteha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: My wife is missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PostMaster: bhai yeh post office hai, Police station nahi. aap police station chh ja kar complaint kijiye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: kiya karoon khushi kay maaray kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha so idhar hi chala aaya :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-361444553235421927?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/361444553235421927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=361444553235421927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/361444553235421927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/361444553235421927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/khushi-ki-inteha.html' title='Khushi ki Inteha'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8205389313629189938</id><published>2008-04-20T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:51:38.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9:00am - 1:00pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Doctor: tum roz subha clinic k bahir kharay ho kar Auraton (Ladies) ko kioun ghoortay rahtay ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sardar jee: aap nay hi bahir likha hua hai k .... Auraton (Ladies) ko Daikhnay ka time 9:00am - 1:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8205389313629189938?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8205389313629189938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8205389313629189938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8205389313629189938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8205389313629189938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/900am-100pm.html' title='9:00am - 1:00pm'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8137540495688656522</id><published>2008-04-20T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:49:58.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ik biwi apnay khawind(Mian) say poochti hai ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biwi says: aap mujh say kitna pyaar kartay hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khawind(Mian) says: jitna Shah Jahan apni Biwi Mumtaz say karta tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biwi says: jhoot na kahein ... Shah jahan nay toh apni biwi k liye Taj Mahal banaya tha ... aap nay kia banaya aaj tak huh .... (naraazgi say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khawind(Mian) says: mein nay toh kab say Plot khareed rakha tum hi dair kar rahi ho. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8137540495688656522?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8137540495688656522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8137540495688656522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8137540495688656522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8137540495688656522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6136165352894156479</id><published>2008-04-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:49:10.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupil (on phone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupil (on phone) : My son has a bad cold and won't be able to come to school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;School Secretary: Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pupil: This is my father speaking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6136165352894156479?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6136165352894156479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6136165352894156479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6136165352894156479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6136165352894156479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/pupil-on-phone.html' title='Pupil (on phone)'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6204427568117636525</id><published>2008-04-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:48:11.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Businessman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A young businessman had just started his own firm. He'd rented a beautiful office and had it furnished with antiques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sitting there, he saw a man come into the outer office. Wishing to appear busy, the businessman picked up the phone and started to pretend he had a big deal working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He threw huge figures around and made giant commitments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally, he hung up and asked the visitor, "Can I help you?" The man said, "Sure. I've come to install the phone!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6204427568117636525?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6204427568117636525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6204427568117636525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6204427568117636525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6204427568117636525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/businessman.html' title='Businessman'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3521919529291578487</id><published>2008-04-20T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:47:19.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom N Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey, Mom," asked Johnny "can you give me twenty dollars?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Certainly not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you do," he went on, "I'll tell you what dad said to the maid when you were at the beauty shop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His mother's ears perked up and, grabbing her purse, she handed over the money. "Well? What did he say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He said, 'Hey, Marie, make sure you wash my socks tomorrow.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3521919529291578487?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3521919529291578487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3521919529291578487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3521919529291578487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3521919529291578487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mom-n-son.html' title='Mom N Son'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3887758297208057972</id><published>2008-04-20T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:45:39.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Doctor, are you sure I'm suffering from pneumonia? I've heared once about a doctor treating someone with pneumonia and finally he died of typhus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't worry, it won't happen to me. If I treat someone with pneumonia he will die of pneumonia." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3887758297208057972?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3887758297208057972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3887758297208057972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3887758297208057972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3887758297208057972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/pneumonia.html' title='Pneumonia'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-2915006189723541633</id><published>2008-04-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:44:33.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Fighters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a meeting of all the Surd freedom fighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They were planning for a free Punjab. Santa Singh raised a point, "Oh...we'll take Punjab from India but how would we develop it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was a tough one indeed. Banta Singh had a brainwave... "No problem! We'll attack Amrika, it would take over us and then we would become a State of USA and develop automatically."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the surds became happy with this very simple solution but an old surd was not. Someone asked him why he wasn't happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The old surd replied, "THAT'S ALL VERY WELL...WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF BY CHANCE WE TOOK OVER AMRIKA???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-2915006189723541633?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2915006189723541633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=2915006189723541633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2915006189723541633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2915006189723541633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/freedom-fighters.html' title='Freedom Fighters'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3790164301892018785</id><published>2008-04-20T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:42:48.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardarji is in Delhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sardarji is in Delhi. He is walking on a street which has Clock Tower when someone asks him if he wants to buy the clock on the Tower. Sardarji says "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Give me a thousand rupees and I'll go get a ladder." The man took the thousand and disappeared. Having waited for several hours the Sardarji figured he was taken for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the next day the Sardarji is again walking along the same street and the same man asks him to buy the clock. "Give me a thousand rupees and I'll go get a ladder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sardarji gives him the thousand rupees and says "I am not a fool.This time, you wait and I'll go get a ladder." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3790164301892018785?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3790164301892018785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3790164301892018785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3790164301892018785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3790164301892018785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/sardarji-is-in-delhi.html' title='Sardarji is in Delhi'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7036187582456002503</id><published>2008-04-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:41:05.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Journey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Captain Sinclair speaking. On behalf of my crew I'd like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; welcome you aboard British Airways flight 602 from New York to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; London. We are currently flying at a height of 35,000 feet midway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; across the Atlantic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you! look out of the windows on the starboard side of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; aircraft, you will observe that both the starboard engines are on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you look out of the windows on the port side, you will observe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that the port wing has fallen off." "If you look down towards the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Atlantic ocean, you will see a little yellow life raft with three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; people in it waving at you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's me your Captain, the co-pilot, and one of the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; stewardesses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This message will self-distruct in 5 seconds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Happy Journey" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-7036187582456002503?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7036187582456002503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=7036187582456002503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7036187582456002503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7036187582456002503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-journey.html' title='&quot;Happy Journey&quot;'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5233059254710563164</id><published>2008-04-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:39:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a true story from the Japanese Embassy in US!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few years ago, Prime Minister Mori was given some Basic English conversation training before he visits Washington and meets president Bill Clinton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The instructor told Mori "Prime Minister, when you shake hand with President Clinton, please say 'how are you'. Then Mr. Clinton should say," I'm fine, and you? " Now you should say 'me too'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afterwards we, translators, will do all the work for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It looks quite simple, but the truth is....When Mori met Clinton, he mistakenly said "Who Are You?" instead of "How are you". Mr. Clinton was a bit shocked but still managed to react with humor: "Well, I'm Hilary's husband, ha-ha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Then Mori replied "Me too, ha-ha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then there was a long silence in the meeting room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5233059254710563164?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5233059254710563164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5233059254710563164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5233059254710563164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5233059254710563164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-7658888837875867302</id><published>2008-04-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:37:49.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One fat guy - goes to a popular GYM after he sees an ad for a new gym guaranteeing to reduce anyone's weight by 5, 10 or 20 kilograms on the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So he goes and tells them he wants to lose 5 kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They lead him into a huge gym with all kinds of ropes and parallel bars and ladders and tell him to wait a minute. He's standing there when on the far side of the gym a door opens and out steps a beautiful girl, with a sign saying "If you catch me, I'm yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He starts running, and just as he gets close, she starts picking up speed. Before he knows it, he's running all over the gym, up the ladders, down the ladders, across the parallel bars, here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And just as he's about to catch the blonde, pop, she disappears through a door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In comes the management who lead him to the showers, and then weigh him. Sure enough, he lost exactly 5kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's back on the street and starts to think. "God, I was so close to catching her. If I had a little more time... So he races back to the gym and says, "I want to lose 20 more kg."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No problem," says the manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again he is led to the large gym. This time he's standing by the door when it opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out comes a Gorilla with a sign, "If I catch you, you're mine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-7658888837875867302?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/7658888837875867302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=7658888837875867302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7658888837875867302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/7658888837875867302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/gym.html' title='GYM'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1200270126448454620</id><published>2008-04-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:36:53.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advancement in Pakistan!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;President Musharraf went to the US &amp;amp; had a meeting with President Bush. Bush said, "I want to show you the advancement in technology in USA. Come with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush takes him in a deep forest and says. "Dig the ground."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf digs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush says, "More, more, more..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf has now reached a 100 feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush says, "So now, did you find anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf , "I got a wire!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush says, "You see, it shows that even 200 years ago we used to have telephones!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf was very frustrated and he invited Bush to Pakistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Pakistan Musharraf says, "Now I want to show you the advancement in Pakistan!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He takes Bush to a forest and ask him to dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After some time Musharraf says, "More. .. more... more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush has now reached almost 400 feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf says, "Find anything?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bush tries but finds nothing, "Nothing here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf says, "You see even 400 years ago we had gone WIRELESS!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1200270126448454620?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1200270126448454620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1200270126448454620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1200270126448454620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1200270126448454620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/advancement-in-pakistan.html' title='Advancement in Pakistan!&quot;'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8530720304390856201</id><published>2008-04-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:35:04.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A Dinner Conversation That Went Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "Why not - don't you like being married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, I'd get married again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "You would? (with a hurtful look on her face)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;WIFE: - - - silence - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;HUSBAND: Oh "Sh|t." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8530720304390856201?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8530720304390856201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8530720304390856201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8530720304390856201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8530720304390856201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/dinner-conversation.html' title='Dinner Conversation'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3423060320088244613</id><published>2008-04-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:32:48.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Khusray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teesri Jins k do numaayenday (matlab khusray) ja rahay hotay kaheen k achanak un mein say ik khusra gir jata neechay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doosra wala us giray huye khusray say kahta .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bahan uth mard ban ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3423060320088244613?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3423060320088244613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3423060320088244613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3423060320088244613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3423060320088244613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-khusray.html' title='Do Khusray'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5794611642347033034</id><published>2008-04-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:31:38.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuri waley Munde nu: Tusi nonveg khandey ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munda: Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharaab?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sab kuch negative hai, kuch positive ve hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Munda: Haanji, HIV+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5794611642347033034?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5794611642347033034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5794611642347033034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5794611642347033034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5794611642347033034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiv.html' title='HIV+'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-284069107914304970</id><published>2008-04-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:30:16.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim and Mary were both patients in a Mental Hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sunk to the bottom and stayed there. Mary promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the medical director became aware of Mary's heroic act he immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as he now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When he went to tell Mary the news he said, "Mary, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged because since you were able to jump in and save the life of another patient, I think you've regained your senses. The bad news is, Jim, the patient you saved, hung himself with his bathrobe belt in the bathroom. I am so sorry, but he's dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary replied "He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-284069107914304970?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/284069107914304970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=284069107914304970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/284069107914304970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/284069107914304970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mental-hospital.html' title='Mental Hospital'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3516196541013854977</id><published>2008-04-20T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:29:23.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Door ki Nazar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ik baap jo bohat kanjoos hota hai us ka beta us k pass aa k kahta hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beta: abba jaan meri door ki nazar kamzor hai aap checkup karanay lay jao eye specialist k paas ta k nazar ka chashma waqt pay lag jaye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baap: Beta hein? achaa idhar aao meray saath... (Din ka waqt hota hai taiz dhoop mein lay ja k baap betay say kahta ooper aasmaan pay daikh k batao kia cheez chamak rahi?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beta: abba jaan suraj hai aur kia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baap: oye apnay baap ko ullu banata hai ... jo cheez karoron miles door woh tu daikh sakta aur kahta door ki nazar kamzor hai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3516196541013854977?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3516196541013854977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3516196541013854977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3516196541013854977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3516196541013854977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/door-ki-nazar.html' title='Door ki Nazar'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-242322532683037587</id><published>2008-04-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:26:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Local Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In order to develop friendly relationship between the two countries, Vajpyee and Musharraf decided to visit each others country regularly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first visit was by Musharraf to India. There Vajpyee showed him Indians modern telecommunication systems. It was so good that Musharraf made a call to Zia-ul-Haq in hell and talked to him for 5 minutes ! The bill for the call came to only Re.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Musharraf came back, he also wanted Pakistans telecommunication systems to be at the best when Vajpyee visited Pakistan. Suitable arrangements were made. Vajpyee came to Pakistan, visited the telecom department and talked to Rajiuv Gandhi in hell for 5 minutes. But this time, the bill was Rs. 500! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vajpyee asked with a sarcastic smile - "Why are telephone calls to hell so costly in Pakistan ?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A High level diplomat gave a smiling reply - "From India to hell, it is a local call, Sir, while from Pakistan it is long distance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-242322532683037587?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/242322532683037587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=242322532683037587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/242322532683037587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/242322532683037587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/local-call.html' title='Local Call'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4281882289727884443</id><published>2008-04-20T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:25:16.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father: I don't know son, I'm still paying for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-4281882289727884443?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4281882289727884443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=4281882289727884443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4281882289727884443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4281882289727884443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-married.html' title='Get Married'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-4155645006992633335</id><published>2008-04-20T12:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:23:25.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sardarni asks her lover,"Santa dear, if we get engaged, will u give me a ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" "Sure" replies santa. "Whats ur phone no?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-4155645006992633335?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/4155645006992633335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=4155645006992633335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4155645006992633335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/4155645006992633335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/engagement-ring.html' title='Engagement Ring'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-2671014737832380209</id><published>2008-04-20T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:21:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father : No. Why do you ask that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son : Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-2671014737832380209?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2671014737832380209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=2671014737832380209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2671014737832380209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2671014737832380209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/mummy.html' title='Mummy'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1878608221767185990</id><published>2008-04-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:21:12.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Pakistani walks into a New York City bank and asks to see the loan-officer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $25,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the man hands over the keys of a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything is checked out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's under ground garage and parks it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $25,000 and the interest, which comes to 15.41. The loan officer says," We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;25,000?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pakistani replied, "Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks with additional security?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1878608221767185990?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1878608221767185990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1878608221767185990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1878608221767185990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1878608221767185990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/smart-brain.html' title='Smart Brain'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1166715164221211178</id><published>2008-04-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:19:12.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;John: You know my wife is an angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;David: You are lucky because my wife is still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1166715164221211178?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1166715164221211178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1166715164221211178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1166715164221211178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1166715164221211178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5065881464967634000</id><published>2008-04-20T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:17:47.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"He died last week."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A guy phones up his Boss, but picks up the bosses' wife instead: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm sorry he died last week." she explains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day the man calls again and asks for the boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I told you" the wife replies, "he died last week." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The next day he calls again and once more asks to speak to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Coz . . " he replied laughing, "I just love hearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5065881464967634000?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5065881464967634000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5065881464967634000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5065881464967634000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5065881464967634000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/he-died-last-week.html' title='&quot;He died last week.&quot;'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-5649597800080833357</id><published>2008-04-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:15:24.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIPLOMATIC KISS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Musharaf, Vajpayee, Aishwarya Rai &amp;amp; Margaret Thatcher, are sitting in a train. The train suddenly goes through a tunnel and it gets completely dark. Suddenly there is a kissing sound smooooch &lt;&lt;...OLE_Obj...&gt;&gt; and then a slap! The train comes out of the tunnel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both women and Gen Musharraf are sitting there looking perplexed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vajpayee is bent over holding his face, which is red from an apparent slap. All of them remain diplomatic and nobody says anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thatcher is thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;These Indians are all crazy after Aishwarya. Vajpayee must have tried to kiss her in the tunnel. Very proper that she slapped him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aishwarya is thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vajpayee must have moved to kiss me, and kissed Margaret instead and got slapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vajpayee is thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn it, Musharraf must have tried to kiss Aishwarya, she must have thought it was me and slapped my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Musharraf is thinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this train goes through another tunnel, I could make another kissing sound and slap Vajpayee again.!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-5649597800080833357?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/5649597800080833357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=5649597800080833357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5649597800080833357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/5649597800080833357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/diplomatic-kiss.html' title='A DIPLOMATIC KISS!!!!'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-8085868124335028579</id><published>2008-04-20T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:12:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; his room, So he decided to send an e-mail to his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; However, he accidentally Typed wrong e-mail address,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and without realizing his error, he sent the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; e-mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile.....somewhere in Houston, a widow had just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; returned home from her husband''s funeral. The widow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; decided to check her e-mail, expecting messages from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; relatives and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After reading the first message, she fainted. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; widow''s son rushed into the room, found his mother on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; the floor, and saw the computer screen which read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To: My Loving Wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject: I''ve Reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date: 2nd June 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you''re surprised to hear from me. They have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; computers here now, and you are allowed to send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; e-mails to your loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I''ve just reached and have been checked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see that everything has been prepared for your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; arrival tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking forward to seeing you then! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-8085868124335028579?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/8085868124335028579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=8085868124335028579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8085868124335028579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/8085868124335028579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-mail.html' title='E-Mail'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1140507012526516888</id><published>2008-04-20T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:08:47.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want for your birthday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad : Son, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son : Not much dad, just a radio with a sports car around it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1140507012526516888?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1140507012526516888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1140507012526516888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1140507012526516888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1140507012526516888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-do-you-want-for-your-birthday.html' title='What do you want for your birthday?'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-3878299274683569521</id><published>2008-04-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T11:31:13.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sardar ji at an art gallery "I suppose this horrible looking thing is what you call a modern Art?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Art Dealer: "I beg your pardon sir. Thats a mirror!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-3878299274683569521?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/3878299274683569521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=3878299274683569521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3878299274683569521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/3878299274683569521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/modern-art.html' title='Modern Art'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-6370373805364611337</id><published>2008-04-09T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:27:12.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little johny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;During one of her daily classes, a teacher trying to teach good manners,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; asked her students the following question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Michael, if you were on a date, having dinner with a nice young lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael said, "Just a minute, I have to go pee." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What about you Peter, how would you say it?" Peter said, "I'm sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; the dinner table." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show us your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;good manners?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would say, "Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet after dinner." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The teacher fainted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-6370373805364611337?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/6370373805364611337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=6370373805364611337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6370373805364611337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/6370373805364611337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-johny.html' title='little johny'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-1408591971697630787</id><published>2008-04-09T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:25:55.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>husband and wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A husband and wife are sitting quietly in bed reading when the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife looks over at him and asks the question....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "What would you do if I died? Would you get married again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Definitely not!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Why not? Don't you like being married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Of course I do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Then why wouldn't you remarry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Okay, okay, I'd get married again. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "You would?" (with a hurt look)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: (makes audible groan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would you live in our house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Sure, it's a great house." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would you sleep with her in our bed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Where else would we sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would you let her drive my car?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "Probably, it is almost new." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would you replace my pictures with hers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "That would seem like the proper thing to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would you give her my jewelry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "No, I'm sure she'd want her own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: "Would she use my golf clubs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "No, she's left-handed. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIFE: -- silence --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUSBAND: "sh*t." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-1408591971697630787?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/1408591971697630787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=1408591971697630787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1408591971697630787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/1408591971697630787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/husband-and-wife.html' title='husband and wife'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-320291683408527825</id><published>2008-04-08T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:37:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polish Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you any grounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It made of concrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, we have carport, and not need one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean. What are your relations like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All my relations still in Poland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there any infidelity in your marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your wife beat you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, I always up before her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your wife a nagger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, she white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do you want this divorce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She is going to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What makes you think that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of proof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read and It say "Polish Remover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-320291683408527825?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/320291683408527825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=320291683408527825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/320291683408527825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/320291683408527825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/polish-divorce.html' title='Polish Divorce'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865399113870814315.post-2795455689970915946</id><published>2008-04-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:50:58.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know maths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Teacher : Student, if your father has $10 and you ask him for $6,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; how much would your father still have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Pappu:   $10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Teacher : You don't know maths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pappu: You don''t know my father.........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865399113870814315-2795455689970915946?l=blaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/feeds/2795455689970915946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865399113870814315&amp;postID=2795455689970915946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2795455689970915946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865399113870814315/posts/default/2795455689970915946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blaughter.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-dont-know-maths.html' title='You don&apos;t know maths'/><author><name>Sim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
