<?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-6780426622541550026</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:25:55.689-08:00</updated><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Love Affairs'/><category term='IT'/><category term='English Language'/><category term='Will Power'/><category term='Bride'/><category term='Matrimonial'/><category term='Indian Name'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Students'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='Sardar'/><category term='Naughty Baby'/><category term='Engineers'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='College'/><category term='Mosquito'/><category term='Indian Style'/><category term='Shyari'/><category term='General'/><category term='Bank'/><category term='Interview Special'/><category term='Santa Banta'/><category term='Office Office'/><category term='Software'/><category term='Region'/><category term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category term='Small Town'/><category term='US'/><category term='One Liners'/><title type='text'>Jokes to make u laugh</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyone love to laugh so here are few tits and bits on the net to make u laugh.
Smile bring happiness, jokes make u laugh so read these jokes and laugh.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-7359294474439979438</id><published>2010-12-07T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:12:33.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Few Gags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Boss: Where were you born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: India ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Boss: which part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: What 'which part'? Whole body was born in India .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar 1: What would you do if the bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;explodes while fixing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar 2: Dont worry, I have one more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: What is the name of your car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lady: I forgot the name, but is starts with 'T'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Oh, what a strange car, starts with Tea. All cars that I know start with petrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on the computer. Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;***************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Control yourself. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: U cheated me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says this is 'All India Radio! '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NOW THE LAST TWO ULTIMATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In an interview, Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: An old king's skeleton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tourist: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: That was same king's skeleton when he was a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SARDAR:- Yar iska matlab kya hota hai, "I AM GOING"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;FRIEND:- Main jaa raha hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SARDAR:- Saaley, aise kaise jayega, 20 aur bhi aise ja chuke hain....answer bata ke jaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Santa went to temple &amp;amp; saw people puting coin in box &amp;amp; praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Santa: Wow! How amazing. People are talking to God through coin phone without receiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiter gives bill to Sardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: "Take my card."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Waiter: "But sir, this is Ration Card."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;***************************************************************&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SardarJi: Ghar mai Mera he Hukam chalta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mai Kehta hon, Garam paani le aao, woh le aati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dost: Garam pani Q?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar: Garam pani se Bartan Achay Dhultay hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A teacher asked her class for sentences using the word "beans"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"My father grows beans," said one student.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"My father cooks beans," said another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardar k 12 bachon mein 1 alag dikhta tha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jab uski biwi marnay wali thi to Sardar ne poocha: Ab to bata do ye kis ka hai?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sardarni: Sartaj, sirf yehi aapka hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-7359294474439979438?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/7359294474439979438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=7359294474439979438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7359294474439979438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7359294474439979438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2010/12/few-gags.html' title='Few Gags'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3360329015971352385</id><published>2009-09-07T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:47:57.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview Special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Experience of interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" xmlns="" &gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Interviewer :Let me check your word Power...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: k Sir .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Tell me the opposite of .....good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: hmmmm..... Bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Pichlli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : PICHLLIIIII?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: UGLYYYYYYYYY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Shut Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Keep Talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer k now stop these all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: now carry on this all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer :abe...chup ho ja..chup ho ja..chup ho jaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate:abe bolta rah..bolta rah..bolta rahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer :Areeee yaaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: areeee dushmannnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Get Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: Come In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta : Oh my Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : U r Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: I m selected...Thank u thank u sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3360329015971352385?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3360329015971352385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3360329015971352385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3360329015971352385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3360329015971352385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/09/experience-of-interview.html' title='Experience of interview'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3880014104738192911</id><published>2009-07-04T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:37:03.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Amazing will never happen in ur life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:black;"  &gt;On August 7 , 2009&lt;br /&gt;At 12hr 34 minutes and 56 seconds on the 7th of August this year, the time and date will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:blue;"  &gt;12:34:56 07/08/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:black;"  &gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never happen in your life again??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3880014104738192911?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3880014104738192911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3880014104738192911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3880014104738192911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3880014104738192911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/07/amazing-will-never-happen-in-ur-life.html' title='Amazing will never happen in ur life'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-8865169815911091097</id><published>2009-06-15T00:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:41:38.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shyari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Ram Seeta Conversation in Punjabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" So, like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, like, his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;step-mom, or something, was kind of a bitch, and she forced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her husband to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like, send this cool-dude, he was Ram, to some national&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;forest or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since he was going, for like, something like more than 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;years or so.... he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;decided to get his wife and his bro along... you know...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that they could all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chill out together. But Dude, the forest was reeeeal scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shit... really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;man...they had monkeys and devil s and shit like that. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this dude, Ram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kicked with darts and bows and arrows... so it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But then some bad gangsta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boys, some jerk called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hood. And boy, was our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;man, and also his bro, Laxman, pissed... all the gods were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with him... So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram, and his bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;get an army of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;monkeys... Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;monkeys... just go along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with me, ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, Ram, Lax and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their monkeys whip this gangsta's ass in his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hood.... Anyways, by this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;their time's up in the forest... and anyways... it gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kinda boring, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know... no TV or malls or shit like that. So,they deci ded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to hitch a ride back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;home... and when the people realize that our dude, his bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the wife are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;home... they thought, well, you know, at least they deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;something nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and they didn't have any bars or clubs in those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so they couldn't take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;them out for a drink, so they, like, decided to smoke and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shit... and since they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;also had some lamps, they lit the lamps also...so it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pretty cooool... you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know with all those fireworks.... Really, they even had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;some local band play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;along with the fireworks... and you know, what, dude, that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was the very first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;no kidding.., that was the very first music-synchronized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fireworks... you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like the 4th of July stuff, but just, more cooler and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stuff, you know. And, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that was how, like, this festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;started."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The mother fainted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-8514624459437405333?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3611993745074165805</id><published>2009-06-01T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:51:18.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Some TP - PJ's------latest edition..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;style&gt;--    _filtered {font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;}   p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New 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...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;sonia gandhi -- kyun beta???????? ???????? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;rahul gandhi -- har taraf to likha hai ki sonia ko bahumat do &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;BRUCE LEE was a great man &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;But after his sister gave birth to a baby he became an ordinary man... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;why? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Because he became &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;MAMU LEE! &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;santa and banta r discussing-- ------- &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;santa----- "if i drink coffee, i ca'nt sleep!!!!" &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Banta----- "with me it's the opposite.if i sleep i can't drink coffee." &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- - &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;One day Ravan went to a disco....... ......... ......... . &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;aur wahan jaakar woh behosh ho  gaya ............ ....... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;kyun???????? ????????? ?? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;kyun???????? ?????? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;bcoz it was written on the gate than "entry fee Rs.1500 per head" &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ------ &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;who make Ganesh to Anesh...???? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;ThinK...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Think...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;okay.... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;" KAILASH KHER " &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;tere naam se " G " loon.... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---- &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Ek nadi thi...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;uske upar ek pull bana hua tha..... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;pull par bahut saari ladkiyan khadi thi...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;sab ki sab ek hi ladke ki deewani thi..... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Guess who was the lucky guy?????? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;......... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;........ &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;......... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Keep Guessing.... ... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;........ &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;........ &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;........ &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Chalo yaar....the answer is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"KISNA" &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Jo hai albela mad naino wala... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;jiski diwani   BRIDGE ki har bala..... &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;woh kisna hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.wowmails.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;if a CAT crosses  ur way , when u are going some where , then what does it mean???????? ????????? ????????? ????????? ????????? ????????? ????????? ?&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;it means that the Cat is also going somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 47, 128);"&gt;PJ's.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1025" src="http://geo.yahoo.com/serv?s=97359714/grpId=19794738/grpspId=1705047754/msgId=13266/stime=1243340079/nc1=1/nc2=2/nc3=3" border="0" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3611993745074165805?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-7775366288780038773</id><published>2009-05-27T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:40:14.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matrimonial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Girl Friend Vs Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="h5"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; &lt;div lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;G&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="red"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; &lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;rlfriend 5.0 to W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="red"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt; &lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;fe 1.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="red"&gt;Dear Tech Support Team:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="red"&gt;     &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child-processes that took up a lot of space and valuable resources.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;            In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other   programs and now monitors all other system activities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Applications such as BachelorNights 10.3, Cricket 5.0, BeerWithBuddies 7.5, and Outings 3.6 no longer runs, crashing the system whenever selected. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;            I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 5.0 , but the 'uninstall' doesn't work on Wife 1.0.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Please help! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "A Troubled User"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="red"&gt;Dear Troubled User: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;            This is a very common problem that people complain about.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 5.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that   it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;            Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to   run EVERYTHING!! !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to   Girlfriend 5.0.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the   system once installed.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You cannot go back to Girlfriend 5.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed   not to allow this. (Look in your Wife 1.0 Manual under Warnings-Alimony- Child Support) ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;           I recommend that you keep Wife1.0 and work on improving the   environment.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;           I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to   alleviate software augmentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE   because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before&lt;br /&gt;  the  system will return to normal anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean 2.5, Sweep 3.0, Cook 1.5     and DoLaundry 4.2. However, be very careful how   you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the&lt;br /&gt;  program NagNag 9.5 . Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend&lt;br /&gt;Sarees 2.1 and Jewellery 5.0 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" color="red"&gt;STATUTORY WARNING &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" color="black"&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font style="" color="black"&gt; DO NOT, under any circumstances, install SecretaryWithShortS kirt 3.3. This application is not supported by Wife 1.0   and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font style=""&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-7775366288780038773?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/7775366288780038773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=7775366288780038773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7775366288780038773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7775366288780038773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-friend-vs-wife.html' title='Girl Friend Vs Wife'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-7120576527480270081</id><published>2009-05-20T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:26:45.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>A tribute to wives !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sacha Guitry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;  Socrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, "What does a woman want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sam Kinison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'I've had bad luck with both my wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The first one left me, and the second one didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  James Holt McGavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming&lt;br /&gt;  1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,&lt;br /&gt;  2. Whenever you're right, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Patrick Murra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You know what I did before I married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anything I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My wife and I were happy for twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Henny Youngman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'. Next day he received a hundred letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First Guy (proudly): 'My wife's an angel!'&lt;br /&gt;  Second Guy: 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-7120576527480270081?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/7120576527480270081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=7120576527480270081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7120576527480270081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7120576527480270081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-wives.html' title='A tribute to wives !'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-4375347340414196799</id><published>2009-05-20T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:05:20.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matrimonial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Men Vs Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td   style="font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;font-family:inherit;font-size:inherit;" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;blockquote style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); padding-left: 5px; margin-left: 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-size:13;" &gt;A SPANISH Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la Casa.'&lt;br /&gt;'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la  computadora'), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THIS GETS BETTER!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c20000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(194, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem;  and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women won...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-4375347340414196799?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/4375347340414196799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=4375347340414196799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4375347340414196799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4375347340414196799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-vs-women.html' title='Men Vs Women'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-5064165495743963093</id><published>2009-05-19T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:06:00.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Sardar ji at his best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-size: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;font color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar to his servant: Go and water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;Servant: It's already raining.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: So what take an umbrella and go. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#400040" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sardar found the answer to the most difficult question ever -&lt;br /&gt;What will come first, Chicken or egg?&lt;br /&gt;O Yaar, what ever U order first, will come first. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A teacher told all students in a class to write an essay on a cricket match.. All were busy writing except one Sardarji.&lt;br /&gt;He wrote 'DUE TO RAIN, NO MATCH!' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Postman: - I Have To Come 5 Miles to Deliver U This Packet&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: - why did U come so far. Instead U could Have posted it.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                             &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Sardar &amp;amp; his wife filed an application for Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Judge asked: How'll U divide your kids, U'VE 3 children?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar replied: Ok! We'll apply NEXT YEAR &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sardar's wish: when I die, I wana die like my Grandpa who died peacefully in his sleep not Screaming like all d passengers in d car he was Driving.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                           &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;                              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;A Teacher lecturing on population:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'In Indi a after every 10 secs a women gives birth to a kid. '&lt;br /&gt;A Sardar stands up- 'We must find &amp;amp; stop her!. ' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man: 'Sardarji, tell me, why Manmohan Singh goes for a walk in the evening not in the morning?'&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji: ''Arey bhai Manmohan is PM not AM''. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                              &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sardar visits Chinese friend dying in hospital.&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese friend just says 'CHIN YU YAN' and dies.&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji goes to China  to find the meaning of his friend's last Words...&lt;br /&gt;And finds It means 'U R STANDNG ON the OXYGEN TUBE!' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sardarji was standing in front of the mirror with his eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;His wife asked what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;He said-I am seeing how I look while sleeping. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="3"&gt;                              &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did Sardar cut the sides of the capsule before taking it?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what...&lt;br /&gt;To avoid side effects!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="red" size="3"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Man: Sardarji where were U born?&lt;br /&gt; Sardarji: Punjab .&lt;br /&gt;Man: Which part?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Oye part part kya kar raha hai, whole body Is born in Punjab Yaar'.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                             &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Lawyer to Sardar: 'Gita pe haath rakhkar kaho ke....... '&lt;br /&gt;Sardar :'Yeh kya, sita pe haath lagaya to court mein Bulaya. Ab fir gita pe haath!!' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Sardar saw a beautiful girl... He went and kissed her....&lt;br /&gt;Girl said- 'What R U doing....?'&lt;br /&gt;Sardar replied- '&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="http://b.com/" href="http://b.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="blue" size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;B.COM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#800040" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt; from Khalsa college, Chandigar' &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                           &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                             &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#008000" size="4"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sardar: For the past one week a girl is disturbing Me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she got my no, she interrupts whenever I call someone and says 'please recharge your card' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                         &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                              &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;A sardar was drawing money from ATM,&lt;br /&gt;The sardar behind him in the line said, 'Ha! Ha! Haaa! I've seen ur password. Its 4 asterisks (****). '&lt;br /&gt;The first sardar replies, 'Ha! Ha! Haaa! U R wrong, Its 1258' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#0000a0" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q:) How do U recognize a sardar in school or College???&lt;br /&gt;A:) They are the ones who erase their notebooks when the teacher erases the blackboard... BOLO tarara!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                          &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;                              &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Q:) Why did the sardarji sleep with a scale?&lt;br /&gt;A:) Because he wanted to measure how long he has Slept........ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#936386" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santa Singh MBBS&lt;br /&gt;After finishing his MBBS, Dr. Santa Singh starts his Own practice.&lt;br /&gt; He checked his first patient's Eyes, then the tongue, and finally the Ears using a torch.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he said Battery is Ok........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-5064165495743963093?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/5064165495743963093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=5064165495743963093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5064165495743963093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5064165495743963093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/05/sardar-ji-at-his-best.html' title='Sardar ji at his best'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6748743946537638603</id><published>2009-01-26T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:11:11.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Engineers-it's height</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two engineering students were walking across a university campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?"&lt;br /&gt;The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike, threw it to the ground, took off all her clothes and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Take what you want."&lt;br /&gt;The first engineer nodded approvingly and said, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fitted you anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest, a doctor, and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's wrong with those guys? We must have been waiting for fifteen minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such inept golf!"&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "Here comes the green-keeper. Let's have a word with him."&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hello George, what's wrong with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"&lt;br /&gt;The green-keeper replied, "Oh, yes. That's a group of blind firemen. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime."&lt;br /&gt;The group fell silent for a moment. The priest said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "Good idea. I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist colleague and see if there's anything he can do for them."&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "Why can't they play at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between mechanical engineers and civil engineers?&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical engineers build weapons and civil engineers build targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with a science degree asks," Why does it work?"&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with an engineering degree asks, "How does it work?"&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with an accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?"&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with an arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three engineering students were gathered together discussing who must have designed the human body.&lt;br /&gt;One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. Just look at all the joints."&lt;br /&gt;Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer. The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections."&lt;br /&gt;The last one said, "No, actually it had to have been a civil engineer.&lt;br /&gt;Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Eight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer was crossing a road one day, when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."&lt;br /&gt;He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me I'll turn back into a beautiful princess and stay with you for one week."&lt;br /&gt;The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for one week and do ANYTHING you want."&lt;br /&gt;Again, the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and that I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6748743946537638603?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6748743946537638603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6748743946537638603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6748743946537638603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6748743946537638603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2009/01/engineers-its-height.html' title='Engineers-it&apos;s height'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-1659310525049026525</id><published>2008-12-12T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:20:38.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>When Pope and Sikh met !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Sikhs had to leave&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; Italy. There was a big uproar from sikh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a  member of the Sikh community. If the Sikh won, the Sikhs could stay. If the Pope won, the Sikhs would leave. The Sikhs realized that they had no choice. So they picked a  middle-aged man named Harbinder Singh to represent them. Harbinder  asked for one additional condition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed.  The day of the great debate came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  Harbinder Singh and the Pope sat  opposite each other for a full minute. Then the Pope raised his hand  and showed three fingers. Harbinder looked back at him and raised one finger.  The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Harbinder pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Harbinder pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, "I give up. This man is too good. The Sikhs can stay." An hour later, the cardinals were gathered around the Pope asking him what had happened. The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the holy trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still One God common to both our religions.Then, I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us.Then, I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin.He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  Meanwhile, the Sikh community had crowded around Harbinder Singh."What happened?" they asked. "Well," said Harbinder, "First he said to me that the Sikhs had three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  days to get out of here. I told him not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Sikhs. I let him know that we were staying right here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  "Yes, and then???" asked the crowd. "I don't know", said Harbinder, "He took out his lunch, and I took out mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-1659310525049026525?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/1659310525049026525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=1659310525049026525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1659310525049026525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1659310525049026525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-pope-and-sikh-met.html' title='When Pope and Sikh met !'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-5524743560006581590</id><published>2008-10-12T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:36:15.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>FRIENDS VS. PUNJABI FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>FRIENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Always bring the food.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will say 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Cry with you.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and justbeing together.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' back-ends that left you.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, 'I'm home!'&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: will visit you in jail&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: will spend the night in jail with you!!&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: will visit you in the hospital when you're sick&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: will cut your grass and clean your house then comespendthe night with you in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: have you on speed dial&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: have your number memorized&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS: Are for a while.&lt;br /&gt;PUNJABI FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-5524743560006581590?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/5524743560006581590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=5524743560006581590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5524743560006581590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5524743560006581590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-vs-punjabi-friends.html' title='FRIENDS VS. PUNJABI FRIENDS'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3425019033926945585</id><published>2008-09-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:22:05.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Will Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant  my potato garden this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to  be digging up a  garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Love, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Shortly, the old man received this telegram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;'For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!'   At  4a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The next morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and a sked him what to do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His son's reply was: 'Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;- Moral Of the Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3425019033926945585?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3425019033926945585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3425019033926945585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3425019033926945585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3425019033926945585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-power.html' title='Will Power'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-5926736574428106825</id><published>2008-09-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:24:24.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shyari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Office ki Kuch aur madhoshiyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoQDQw5WteA/SMeEEbNd7MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZAhxcW-s7ew/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244305502654819522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoQDQw5WteA/SMeEEbNd7MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZAhxcW-s7ew/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-5926736574428106825?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/5926736574428106825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=5926736574428106825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5926736574428106825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5926736574428106825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-ki-kuch-aur-madhoshiyan.html' title='Office ki Kuch aur madhoshiyan'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoQDQw5WteA/SMeEEbNd7MI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZAhxcW-s7ew/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-7325196535443309858</id><published>2008-09-10T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:21:52.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Office ki Shero Shyari</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boss: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arz kiya hai.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office may Kaam hote hain...&lt;br /&gt;Galtiyon ka sama hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Aise mausam mein hi to PERFORMANCE jawan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki khunnas BOSS jabaan se nahi kehte...&lt;br /&gt;Ye fasana to appraisal mein bayan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employee's reply... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arz kiya hai.........&lt;br /&gt;Appraisal hote hain...&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment ka sama hota hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aise mausam mein hi to Attrition jawan hota hai....&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki khunnas HUM jabaan se nahi kehte...&lt;br /&gt;Ye fasana to resignation se bayan hota hai.... (Wah wah ... wah wah ... wah wah ...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-7325196535443309858?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/7325196535443309858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=7325196535443309858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7325196535443309858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7325196535443309858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-ki-shero-shyari.html' title='Office ki Shero Shyari'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-1368154668658232559</id><published>2008-07-30T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:51:10.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Small Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Small Town Hotels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: MSTT31d3b8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: MSTT31d3b8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: MSTT31d3b8;"&gt;Staying at a small-town hotel, Tom ordered tea. Shortly afterwards, a girl threw open the door. Sugar in your tea? She shouted.No, thank you, Tom replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: MSTT31d3b8;"&gt;Ah, well, don't stir it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-1368154668658232559?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/1368154668658232559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=1368154668658232559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1368154668658232559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1368154668658232559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-town-hotels.html' title='Small Town Hotels'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6239313300525380140</id><published>2008-07-30T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:26:45.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>Doctor &amp; Patient</title><content type='html'>The doctor had just finished giving the young man a thorough physical examination.The best thing for you to do,. the doctor said, is give up drinking and smoking, get to bed early and stay away from women...Doctor, I don.t deserve the best,. said the patient. What is the next best?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6239313300525380140?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6239313300525380140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6239313300525380140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6239313300525380140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6239313300525380140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/07/doctor-patient.html' title='Doctor &amp; Patient'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-733856927944923291</id><published>2008-07-24T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:44:12.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Killing English ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Principal to student..." I saw u yesterday rotating near girls hostel pulling cigerette... ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class teacher once said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Pick up the paper and fall in the dustbin!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once hindi teacher said...."i'm going out of the world to america.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..DON'T TRY TO TALK IN FRONT OF MY BACK.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont..laugh at the back benches...otherwise teeth and all will be fallen down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very hot in the afternoon when the teacher entered.. She tried to switch the fan on, but  there was some problem. and then she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" why is fan not oning" (ing form of on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher in a furious mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write down ur name and father of ur name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shhh... quiet... the principal is revolving around college"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager started like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I am Madhu, Married with two kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll illustrate what i have in my mind" said the professor and erased the board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"will u hang that calender or else i'll HANG MYSELF"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ************ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBRARIAN SCOLDE ," IF U WILL TALK AGAIN ,  I WILL KNEEL DOWN OUTSIDE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry HOD comes and tells us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My aim is to study my son and marry my daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow call ur parents especially mother and father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why are you looking at the monkeys outside when i am in the class?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab assistant said this when my friend wrote wrong code..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I understand. You understand. Computer how understand??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seing the principal passing by, the teacher told the noisy class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep quiet, the principal has passed away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-733856927944923291?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/733856927944923291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=733856927944923291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/733856927944923291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>Definitions of designations</title><content type='html'>1) Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with the PROCESS to produce a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Tester is a person who always tells his wife that this is not the Right baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) HR is a person who thinks that a donkey can deliver a human baby if given 9 months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6590674641276492607?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6590674641276492607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6590674641276492607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6590674641276492607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>LADKIYON KI KAHANI</title><content type='html'>LADKIYON KI KAHANI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If v treat her nice she says "yaar mujhe line de raha hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v dont she says "kitna akarta hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v dress nicely she says "mujhe impress karna chahta hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v dont she says "tasteless hai yaar"&lt;br /&gt;If v argue with her she says "ziddi hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v sit quietly she says "dumb hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v act smarter she'll lose her brain as u r insulting her&lt;br /&gt;If she acts smarter she thinks its her right&lt;br /&gt;If v dont love her she says "is ka to pehle se hi 2,3 ladkiyon ka saath chakkar hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v love her she says "peechhe hi pad gayaa hai"&lt;br /&gt;If v dont tell her ur prob she says " u r not honest 2 me"&lt;br /&gt;If u do tell to her she says "u r a problem child"&lt;br /&gt;If v scold her she says "you act like a grandpa giving lecture"&lt;br /&gt;If she scolds us she says "Yaar, its becoz i care"&lt;br /&gt;If v break a promise she says "I dont not trust u any more"&lt;br /&gt;If she breaks she says "jaan main majboor thi....&lt;br /&gt;ladkiyan re ladkiya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-8658156204008649217?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/8658156204008649217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=8658156204008649217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8658156204008649217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8658156204008649217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/07/ladkiyon-ki-kahani.html' title='LADKIYON KI KAHANI'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-489330092997039741</id><published>2008-07-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:38:42.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Great Leave Letters from Techies</title><content type='html'>I hope you enjoy these leave applications. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See , how people write leave Applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's murder of English language. But Too Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just Read It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Leave Applications;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Infosys , Bangalore : An employee applied for leave as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife ,&lt;br /&gt; please sanction me one-week leave.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is from Oracle Bangalore: From an employee who was performing the&lt;br /&gt; 'mundan' ceremony of his 10 year old son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'as I want to shave my son's head , please leave me for two days..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another gem from CDAC. Leave-letter from an employee who was performing&lt;br /&gt; his daughter's wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'as I am marrying my daughter , please grant a week's leave..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From H.A.L. Administration Dept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible for it ,&lt;br /&gt; please grant me 10 days leave.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clock and I may not&lt;br /&gt; return , please grant me half day casual leave'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An incident of a leave letter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I am suffering from fever , please declare one-day holiday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A leave letter to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request&lt;br /&gt; you to leave me today'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another leave letter written to the headmaster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'As my headache is paining , please grant me leave for the day.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Covering note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I am enclosed herewith...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'Dear Sir: with reference to the above , please refer to my below...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Actual letter written for application of leave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home&lt;br /&gt; I may be granted leave'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Letter writing:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'I am well here and hope you are also in the same well.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A candidate's job application:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'This has reference to your advertisement calling for a ' Typist and an&lt;br /&gt; Accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both(!! )for the past several&lt;br /&gt; years and I can handle both with good experience , I am applying for the&lt;br /&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hope you enjoy these leave applications. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; See , how people write leave Applications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-489330092997039741?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/489330092997039741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=489330092997039741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/489330092997039741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/489330092997039741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-leave-letters-from-techies.html' title='Great Leave Letters from Techies'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-4818127332195226662</id><published>2008-06-10T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:57:33.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>A touching story</title><content type='html'>A boy and a girl were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl's father came to know&lt;br /&gt;about their love, he did not like it at&lt;br /&gt;all, and so began to protest about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it happened that the two lovers&lt;br /&gt;decided to leave their homes for a happy&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's father started searching for&lt;br /&gt;the two lovers but could not find&lt;br /&gt;them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and&lt;br /&gt;asked them to come back home thru a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local newspaper. Her father said "If&lt;br /&gt;you both come back I will allow you to marry the&lt;br /&gt;guy you love, I accept that you loved&lt;br /&gt;each other truly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this way, their love won and they&lt;br /&gt;returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple next day went to town to shop&lt;br /&gt;for the wedding dress. He was dressed&lt;br /&gt;in a white shirt that day. While he was&lt;br /&gt;crossing the road to the other side to&lt;br /&gt;get some drinks for his wife, a car&lt;br /&gt;came and hit him and he died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was devastated and lost her&lt;br /&gt;senses. It was only after sometime that&lt;br /&gt;she recovered from her shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and cremation was the very&lt;br /&gt;next day because he had died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had&lt;br /&gt;a dream in which she saw an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;The old lady asked her mother to wash the blood&lt;br /&gt;stains of the guy from her daughter's&lt;br /&gt;dress as soon as possible. But her&lt;br /&gt;mother ignored the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night her father had the same&lt;br /&gt;dream , he also ignored it. Then the&lt;br /&gt;girl had the same dream the next night, she&lt;br /&gt;woke up in fear and told her mother&lt;br /&gt;about the dream. Her mother asked her&lt;br /&gt;to wash the clothes with the blood&lt;br /&gt;stains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She washed the stains but some remained.&lt;br /&gt;Next night she again had the same&lt;br /&gt;dream. She again washed the stains but some&lt;br /&gt;still remained. But again the next&lt;br /&gt;night she had the same dream and this&lt;br /&gt;time the old lady gave her a last&lt;br /&gt;warning to wash the blood stain, or&lt;br /&gt;else something terrible would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the girl tried her best to&lt;br /&gt;wash the stains, and the clothes&lt;br /&gt;nearly tore, but some stains still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late evening the same day while&lt;br /&gt;she was alone at home, someone knocked&lt;br /&gt;on the door. When she opened the door&lt;br /&gt;she saw the same old lady of her dream&lt;br /&gt;standing at her door. She got very&lt;br /&gt;scared and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up... and gave her&lt;br /&gt;a blue object, which shocked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What is this...?" The old&lt;br /&gt;lady replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Nirma Washing Powder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Washing powder nirma,Washing powder&lt;br /&gt;nirma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodh si safedi nirma se aaye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabki pasand nirma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing powder nirma,Washing powder&lt;br /&gt;nirma.Nirma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 ka 1, do pe ek free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you all are feeling now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-4818127332195226662?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/4818127332195226662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=4818127332195226662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4818127332195226662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4818127332195226662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/06/touching-story.html' title='A touching story'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3937564459991057587</id><published>2008-06-10T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:45:02.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>New Exam Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:fuchsia;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Exam pattern in India(Revised) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;1. General students - Answer ALL questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. OBC - WRITE ANY one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SC - ONLY READ questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ST - THANKS FOR COMING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:maroon;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gujjars- THANKS FOR  ALLOWING OTHERS TO ATTEND THE EXAMINATION .. !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;RESERVATION. .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3937564459991057587?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3937564459991057587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3937564459991057587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3937564459991057587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3937564459991057587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-exam-pattern.html' title='New Exam Pattern'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6934173984063829462</id><published>2008-06-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:48:13.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Gr8's of All time</title><content type='html'>Boss: Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Punjab ..Boss : which part ?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Kya which part ? Whole body born in punjab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 1 : What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 2 : Dont worry, I have a one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : What is the name of your car ?Lady : I forgot the name, but is starts with 'T'..Sardar : Oye Kamaal ki gaadi hai, Tea se start hoti hai. Hamaara gaadipetrol se start hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar was busy removing a wheel from his auto. A man asks sardar whyare you removing a wheel from your auto.sardar : Cant you read the board. Parking is only for 2 wheeler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar got into a bus on 1st April when conductor asked for ticket. HegaveRs.10/- and took the ticket and said April fool. I have pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar joined new job. 1st day he worked till late evening on thecomputer.Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.Sardar : Keyboard alphabets were not in order, so I made it alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a romantic day sardar's girlfriend asks him. Darling on ourengagement day will you give me a ring.Sardar : Ya sure, from landline or mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor to patient : You will die within 2 hours. Do you want to see anyone before you die?Patient : Yes. A good doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you destroy a submarine full of sardars ?Simple. Just knock the door and they will open it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa apni girl friend ko I Luv U kehta hai aur gir jata hai.Gal: Yeh kya kar rahe ho?Santa: I'm falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;Museum Administrator: That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.Banta: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man to Santa: Aao ji chess kheleinSanta: Tu chal mein sports shoes pehen kar aaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!Santa: Control yourself.. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes the whole night. He gotirritated...drank poison &amp;amp; said,Ab kaato saalon, sab maroge!&lt;br /&gt;Banta: U cheated me.Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says This is allIndia Radio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE LAST TWO ULTIMATE :&lt;br /&gt;In an interview,Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr.. ....Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?Santa: Tipu's skeleton.Tourist: Whose that smaller skeleton next to it?Santa: That was Tipu's skeleton when he was child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6934173984063829462?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6934173984063829462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6934173984063829462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6934173984063829462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6934173984063829462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/06/gr8s-of-all-time.html' title='Gr8&apos;s of All time'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6042820497776653590</id><published>2008-06-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:46:23.851-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Leave Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. A student's leave letter:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"As I am suffering from my uncle's marriage I cannot attend the class....."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. A candidate's application:"This has reference to your advertisement calling for a 'typist And an accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both for the past Several years and I can handle both; I am applying for the post."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I.T.I., Lahore: An employee applied for leave as follows:Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife. Please sanction me one-week leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Another employee applied for half day leave as follows:"Since I've to go to the cremation ground at 10 o-clocks and I may not return, please grant me half day casual leave"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. A leave letter to the headmaster:"As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. An incident of a leave letter:"I am suffering from fever, please declare one day holiday."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Another leave letter written to the headmaster:As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. A covering note:"I am enclosed herewith..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. From H.A.L. Administration dept:As my mother-in-law has expired and I am responsible for it, Please grant me 10 days leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Actual letter written for application of leave:"My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband At home I may be granted leave".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Letter writing:"I am in well here and hope you are also in the same well."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Another gem from I.T.I. Leave-letter from an employee who wasPerforming his daughter's wedding:"As I am marrying my daughter, please grant a week's leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6042820497776653590?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6042820497776653590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6042820497776653590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6042820497776653590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6042820497776653590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/06/ultimate-leave-letters.html' title='Ultimate Leave Letters'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3914860694031078917</id><published>2008-05-29T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:58:39.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Naughty Baby</title><content type='html'>Little Boy: Mumma when i went yesterday night for a piss in a toilet i found that you forgot to switch off the light&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: You idiot, again you pissed in a fridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3914860694031078917?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3914860694031078917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3914860694031078917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3914860694031078917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3914860694031078917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-baby.html' title='Naughty 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/&gt;Wife: TENSION&lt;br /&gt;Good Wife: YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;Wife: VEHMI&lt;br /&gt;Good Wife: COOL&lt;br /&gt;Wife:FOOL&lt;br /&gt;Good Wife:TUTTI FRUTI&lt;br /&gt;Wife:KISAMT PHOOTI&lt;br /&gt;Good Wife: FRESH CAKE&lt;br /&gt;Wife:EARTH QUAKE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-4885195815773264787?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/4885195815773264787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=4885195815773264787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4885195815773264787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to enter into queue several times but people keep pushing him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor got annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped trying and told remain in queue i too will not open the clinic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-8683658315914968767?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/8683658315914968767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=8683658315914968767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8683658315914968767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8683658315914968767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/05/doctors-faith.html' title='Doctors Faith'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-3362377849582519362</id><published>2008-05-29T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:41:32.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Sanat Banta Chat</title><content type='html'>Santa: I am going ka kya matlab hota hai&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Main Jaa Raha hun&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Oye teri pehle matlab bata phir jana aise nahi jane dunga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-3362377849582519362?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/3362377849582519362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=3362377849582519362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3362377849582519362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/3362377849582519362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/05/sanat-banta-chat.html' title='Sanat Banta Chat'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-437503539512815603</id><published>2008-05-29T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T02:39:11.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Region'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>How Perception changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#00407f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man sees a woman getting chased by a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When the dog is about to bite the woman,&lt;br /&gt;  the man intervenes and kicks the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A reporter was seeing all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He said "That was great. I'll definitely publish this in newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the headline will be 'LOCAL HERO SAVES LADY FROM A DOG'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The man replied "Thank you, but I'm not from here. I am from US".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Reporter " OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then the headline will be US CITIZEN SAVES WOMAN FROM A&lt;br /&gt;DOG".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Actually, I live in US but I'm not a US citizen. I'm a Pakistani&lt;br /&gt;national".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Next day, the headline in the paper read ....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERRORIST ATTACKS A LOCAL DOG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-437503539512815603?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/437503539512815603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=437503539512815603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/437503539512815603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/437503539512815603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-perception-changes.html' title='How Perception changes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6985618429927664478</id><published>2008-05-18T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:50:46.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Just for Laugh</title><content type='html'>Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell&lt;br /&gt;his mother what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for&lt;br /&gt;his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last&lt;br /&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this&lt;br /&gt;year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then write a letter to Krishna and tell him why you deserve a bike for&lt;br /&gt;your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write&lt;br /&gt;Krishna a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my&lt;br /&gt;birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this&lt;br /&gt;year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I&lt;br /&gt;would like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red bike for my birthday. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and&lt;br /&gt;started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike for&lt;br /&gt;my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew he could not send this letter to Krishna either. So, Bobby&lt;br /&gt;wrote a fourth letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him&lt;br /&gt;a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby's mother told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby walked down the street to the temple on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Bobby went into the temple and up to the altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked around to see if anyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the radha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the temple, down&lt;br /&gt;the street, into the house, and up to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a&lt;br /&gt;pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby began to write his letter to Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;Letter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR GIRLFRIEND. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE&lt;br /&gt;BIKE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6985618429927664478?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6985618429927664478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6985618429927664478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6985618429927664478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6985618429927664478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-for-laugh.html' title='Just for Laugh'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-8054994859574726330</id><published>2008-04-29T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:30:54.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><title type='text'>Marriage One Liners</title><content type='html'>. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends.&lt;br /&gt;You order what you want, then when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Man: Is there any way for long life?&lt;br /&gt;   Dr: Get married.&lt;br /&gt;   Man: Will it help?&lt;br /&gt;   Dr: No, but the thought of long life will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Why do couples hold hands during their wedding?&lt;br /&gt;   It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?&lt;br /&gt;   Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged.&lt;br /&gt;   It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . It is difficult to understand GOD. He makes such beautiful things as women and then he turns them into Wives !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . A man who surrenders when he's wrong, is Honest. A man who surrenders when not Sure, is Wise. A man who surrenders even if he's Right, is a Husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . If u r married please ignore this msg, for everyone else: Happy Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you say. After marriage, he'll fall asleep before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Why do Bride &amp;amp; Groom exchange varmaala during wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;   To tell each other affectionately... Sweetheart U R Dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Different Phases of a man:&lt;br /&gt;   After engagement: Superman&lt;br /&gt;   After Marriage: Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;   After 10 years: Watchman&lt;br /&gt;   After 20 years: Doberman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbour has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Prospective husband: Do you have a book called 'Man, The Master of Women'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Salesgirl: The fiction department is on the other side, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . Man receives telegram: Wife dead-should be buried or cremated?&lt;br /&gt;   Man: Don't take any chances. Burn the body and bury the ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-8054994859574726330?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/8054994859574726330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=8054994859574726330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8054994859574726330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8054994859574726330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/04/marriage-one-liners.html' title='Marriage One Liners'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6123550210561279915</id><published>2008-04-29T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:26:00.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><title type='text'>Think before making a wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time,&lt;br /&gt;I will grant you each a wish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband," said the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy waved her magic wand and -- poof!&lt;br /&gt;Two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband thought for a moment, and then said,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the fairy waved her magic wand and -- poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband became 92 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6123550210561279915?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6123550210561279915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6123550210561279915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6123550210561279915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6123550210561279915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/04/think-before-making-wish.html' title='Think before making a wish'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-5591907323302550324</id><published>2008-04-29T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:23:55.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><title type='text'>Keep yourself updated with Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a software engineer who used to develop programs on his Pentium machine, sitting under a tree on the banks of a river. He used to earn his bread by selling those programs in the Sunday market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while he was working, his machine tumbled off the table and fell in the river. Encouraged by the Panchatantra story of his childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( the woodcutter and the axe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started praying to the River Goddess. The River Goddess wanted to test him and so appeared only after one month of rigorous prayers. The engineer told her that he had lost his computer in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the Goddess wanted to test his honesty. She showed him a match box and asked, "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this your computer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Disappointed by the Goddess' lack of computer awareness, the engineer replied, " No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She next showed him a pocket-sized calculator and asked if that was his.&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed, the engineer said "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not at all !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she came up with his own Pentium machine and asked if it was his.&lt;br /&gt;The engineer, left with no option, sighed and said "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess was happy with his honesty. She was about to give him all three items, but before she could make the offer, the engineer asked her, "Don't you know that you're supposed to show me some better computers before bringing up my own ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River Goddess, angered at this, replied, "I know that, you stupid donkey! The first two things I showed you were the Trillennium and the Billennium, the latest computers from IBM !". So saying, she disappeared with the Pentium!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-5591907323302550324?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/5591907323302550324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=5591907323302550324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5591907323302550324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/5591907323302550324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-yourself-updated-with-technology.html' title='Keep yourself updated with Technology'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-8312862043628521475</id><published>2008-01-08T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T05:33:21.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Name of a new born child</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;AN Indian WAS WORKING IN DUBAI, AND DID NOT MEET HIS wife for four (4) years while his wife was in Mumbai. At the end of 4 years he distributed sweets to his colleagues in office stating that his wife had delivered a son. His colleagues were quite shocked and they asked how this "Happy event" happened when he had not seen his wife for four years... The man said it is common in India that neighbours take care of the wife (good Samaritans) when men are away. The colleagues asked him, "What name will you give to the son?" The man explained,&lt;br /&gt;"If its the second neighbour who has taken care,then the name would be "DWIVEDI";&lt;br /&gt;If it is the third neighbour then it would be "TRIVEDI",&lt;br /&gt;If it is the fourth neighbour then it would be "CHATURVEDI";&lt;br /&gt;If its the fifth neighbour then it would be "PANDEY"... After listening to this, questions followed.&lt;br /&gt;What if it is a mixture of neighbours? "Then the boy would be named "MISHRA"...&lt;br /&gt;And what if the wife is too shy to tell the name of the neighbour? Then it would be "SHARMA"...&lt;br /&gt;But what if she refuses to divulge the name of the neighbour? Then the name of the child would be "GUPTA"...&lt;br /&gt;If she does not remember the name then? "It is YAADAV"&lt;br /&gt;But who knows whether the child resulted from a rape? Then it will be named "DOSHI"...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, if the child happened because of wife's burning desire? Then he will be named "JOSHI"...&lt;br /&gt;And if the whole country had made efforts for the happy arrival?.... "DESHPANDEY."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-8312862043628521475?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/8312862043628521475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=8312862043628521475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8312862043628521475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/8312862043628521475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-of-new-born-child.html' title='Name of a new born child'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6412905484711236286</id><published>2007-12-03T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T01:17:44.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>ICICI Bank defaulters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral --&gt;&gt; Benefits of being Bank Defaulter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajiv and Mona are flying to Australia for a two-week vacation to celebrate their 20th anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, over the public address system, the Captain announces, "Ladiesand Gentlemen, I am afraid I have some very bad news. Our engines have ceasedfunctioning and we will attempt an emergency landing. Luckily, I see an uncharted island below us and we should be able to land on the beach.However, the odds are that we may never be rescued and will have to live on the islandfor the rest of our lives!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the skill of the flight crew, the plane lands safely on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An hour later Rajiv turns to his wife and asks, "Mona, did we pay our Rs5lakh deposit cheque yet to ICICI Bank?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, sweetheart," she responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajiv, still shaken from the crash landing, then asks, "Mona, did we payour ICICI Bank Master card yet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! I'm sorry. I forgot to send the cheque," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"One last thing, Mona. Did you remember to send cheques for the auto loanto them too this month?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, forgive me, Rajiv," begged Mona. "I didn't send that one, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajiv grabs her and gives her the biggest hug in 20 years. Mona pulls awayand asks him, "So, why did you hug me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rajiv answers, "They'll  Definetely find us!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6412905484711236286?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6412905484711236286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6412905484711236286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6412905484711236286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6412905484711236286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/12/icici-bank-defaulters.html' title='ICICI Bank defaulters'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-2134348330108652189</id><published>2007-11-26T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:35:58.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Liners'/><title type='text'>One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried- but they wanted cash.&lt;br /&gt;5. A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without... but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can't buy love. . But you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;9. True friends stab you in the front.&lt;br /&gt;10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.&lt;br /&gt;13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.&lt;br /&gt;14. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;16. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak.&lt;br /&gt;18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.&lt;br /&gt;19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something.&lt;br /&gt;20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-2134348330108652189?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/2134348330108652189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=2134348330108652189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/2134348330108652189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/2134348330108652189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-liners.html' title='One Liners'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-1868158353525943119</id><published>2007-09-28T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:10:17.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matrimonial'/><title type='text'>Matrimonial reply</title><content type='html'>Reply to an online Matrimonial from a Pakistani man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam:I am an young uncle living only with myself in Lahore. Having seen your advertisement for marriage purposes, I decided to press myself on you and hope you will take me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a spoiled son from inside Punjab. I am nice and big, six foot tall and six inches long. My body is filled with hardness, as because I am working hardly. I am playing hardly also. Especially I like cricket and I am a good batter and I am a fast baller. Whenever I come running in for balling, other batters start running. Everybody is scared of my rapid balls that bounce a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very nice man. I am always laughing loudly at everyone. I am jolly. I am gay. Especially ladies, they are saying I am nice and soft. I am always giving respect to the ladies. I am always allowing ladies to get on top. That is how nice I am. I am not having any bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not drinking and I am not sucking tobacco or anything else. Every morning I am going to the Jim and I am pumping like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want you can come and see how much I am pumping the dumb bells in the Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a lot of money in my pants and my pants is always open for you. I am such a nice man, but still I am living with myself only. What to do? So I am taking things into my own hands everyday. That is why I am pressing myself on you, so that you will come in my house and take my things into your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are marrying me madam, I am telling you, I will be loving you very hard every day. In fact, I will stop pumping dumb bells in the Jim. If you are not marrying me madam and not coming to me, I will press you and press you until you come. So, I am placing my head between your nicely smelling feet and looking up with lots of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting very badly for your reply and I am stiff with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours and only yours&lt;br /&gt;Choudhary Warraich born by mother in Okara and become big in Lahore, Punjab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-1868158353525943119?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/1868158353525943119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=1868158353525943119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1868158353525943119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/1868158353525943119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/09/matrimonial-reply.html' title='Matrimonial reply'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6696239046859669252</id><published>2007-07-09T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:11:51.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Affairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><title type='text'>Difference after Marriage</title><content type='html'>Before the marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;She : Dear !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now funniest thng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the marriage.... read it from below to up !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6696239046859669252?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6696239046859669252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6696239046859669252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6696239046859669252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6696239046859669252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/07/difference-after-marriage.html' title='Difference after Marriage'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-4690806438985371732</id><published>2007-07-09T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:05:04.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>Don't tell lie</title><content type='html'>One night 4 MBA students were boozing till late night and didn't study for the test which was scheduled for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird as they could with grease and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then went up to the dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the dean said they can have the retest after 3 days. they said they will be ready by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day they appeared before the dean. The dean said that this was a special condition test, so all four were required to sit in separate class rooms for the test. They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test consisted of 2 questions with total of 100 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q .1. Write down your names -----( 2 marks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.2. Which tyre burst -------( 98 marks ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-4690806438985371732?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/4690806438985371732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=4690806438985371732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4690806438985371732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4690806438985371732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-tell-lie.html' title='Don&apos;t tell lie'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-1695108294271922234</id><published>2007-06-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:37:18.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Jokes: Punjabi Commands for Computer</title><content type='html'>Imagine if your computer starts working in "Punjabi"Then what will happen?You will have commands like these on your computer: in Punjabi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send = Sutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert = Wich Paao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachement = Naal Laao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit = Sidda Karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View = Waikhee Jaao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward = Aggay Sutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbox = Undar Da Daak Khaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outbox = Baar Da Daak Khana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash = Mitti Paao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Items = Bheji Gayee Dak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address Book = Patay Wali Kaapey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply = Bejan Walay Nu Jawab do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply All = Saareyaan Nu Jawab do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete = Daffa Karo&lt;br /&gt;Download = Thallay Laao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download All = Saary Cheezan Noon Thallay Laao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Properties = Jaidaad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connect = Naal Milaao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonts = Likhaai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts = Glla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drafts = Chitheeyaan&lt;br /&gt;Find = Labbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paste = Thook Naal Chipkaao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From = Bhejan Walaa Banda&lt;br /&gt;To = Door Betha Hoya Banda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject = Khaas Gall&lt;br /&gt;Carbon Copy = Koelay Walee Naqal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind Carbon Copy = Anni Koelay Walee Naqal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stationery = Pencal, Rubburd, Shaapnar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folders = Thailay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High priority = Waddee Takleef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Delete = Sara Syapa Mukao.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-1695108294271922234?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/1695108294271922234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=1695108294271922234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Santa Banta Ka kya kehna</title><content type='html'>A man to Santa: Aao ji chess khelein&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tu chal mein sports shoes pehen kar aaya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand,&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Control yourself. Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is&lt;br /&gt;he crying?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In an interview,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa was getting bitten by mosquitoes the whole night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He got irritated...drank poison &amp; said,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ab kaato saalon, sab maroge!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Captain of Military: Naujawanon aage bado Santa aage nahin bada&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Captain: Tum aage kyun nahin bade?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Apne kaha 9 jawanon aage bado, mein 10ve number pe tha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Yaar teri wife ki maut ka bara afsos hua, vaise hua kya tha?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sant: Goli lagi thi mathe main.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Waheguru ji ka shukar kar ke aankh bach gayi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa apni khoobsurat Bibi k saath car mein baitha. Driver ne sheesha set&lt;br /&gt;kiya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa gusse mein bola, meri bibi ko dekhkta hai, piche baith, car mein&lt;br /&gt;chalaoonga!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: tainu Sunny Deol da phone no pata hai...?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Nahin, kyon ki hoya?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Yaaar asi Nalka patauna si.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: U cheated me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan but radio says This is all India&lt;br /&gt;Radio!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sadhu: Bachcha teri biwi ko chuddail chipak gayee hai. Upaaye karvaao.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Upayaye? Baba, agar do behenein gale mil rahi hain to is mein harz hi&lt;br /&gt;kya hai ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Tipu's skeleton.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tourist: Whose that smaller skeleton next to it?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: That was Tipu's skeleton when he was child&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Napoleon: There is no such word as 'Impossible' in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: To dictionary dekh kar kharidni thi ...!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Agar tumhe kuch ho gaya to mein Pagal ho jaaunga.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Doosri shaadi to nahin karogey?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Pagal ka kya hai, kuch bhi kar sakta hai&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Yeh AUTOMATICALLY kya hota hai?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Oye tujhe yeh bhi nahin pata, Jab auto mein koi ganji ladki ja rahi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ho to use kehte hain AUTO-ME-TAKLI&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa was riding on a horse. He jumped the red light &amp; a cop whistles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa lifts the tail of horse &amp; says: 'Le Karle Number Note'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Oye, tu to Doctor ke paas jaane waala tha, kya hua?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Yaar kal jaaonga, aaj thodi tabiyat kharab hai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Itne kam marks? Do thappad marne chahiye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pappu: Haan papa, chalo maine us saale master ka ghar bhi dekh rakha hai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa dials a number. A girl receives the call.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Who r u?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Girl: Seeta here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Maine to Chandigarh phone kiya tha, yeh to Ayodhya mil gaya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa went to battery shop n asked to change battery.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper asked: Exide laga du?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Dusri side tera baap lagayega kya?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did Santa take his pregnant wife Jeeto to Pizza Hut? A:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because they&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;advertised: 'Free Delivery'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-4907374373659400306?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/4907374373659400306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=4907374373659400306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/4907374373659400306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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baetho baetho......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-6910590246514235150?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6910590246514235150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6910590246514235150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6910590246514235150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6910590246514235150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/06/bechara-sardar.html' title='Bechara Sardar'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-814090536848023451</id><published>2007-06-01T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:00:49.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosquito'/><title type='text'>New style to kill Mosquito</title><content type='html'>Pehle Machar ko  pakdo, fir usko zameen par leta do, fir usko gudgudi karo and jaise hi woh hasne ke liye muh khole, sale ko allout pila do. ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-814090536848023451?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-6197208108711423287</id><published>2007-05-23T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:01:26.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><title type='text'>Bride from 21st century</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A newly wed girl was being welcomed at the husband's home in a traditional manner. She was asked to give a little speech. She addressed as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dear family members, I thank you for welcoming me in my new home and family", she said  "Firstly, with my presence I would not want to create any inconveniences by my being here. I mean that I don't want you all to&lt;br /&gt;change your way of life, your routine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean my child?" asked the patriarch of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean dad is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to wash dishes must carry on washing them.&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to do the laundry must carry on doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Those who cooked shouldn't stop on my account.&lt;br /&gt;Those who used to clean should clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am here just to control your son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called bride from 21st Century!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&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/6780426622541550026-6197208108711423287?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/6197208108711423287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=6197208108711423287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6197208108711423287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/6197208108711423287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/05/bride-from-21st-century.html' title='Bride from 21st century'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-7265062643411469342</id><published>2007-05-03T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:02:11.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Santa Banta on move</title><content type='html'>Santa asks: Who r u?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wife: How dare u forget ur wife?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Nasha har gam ko bhula deta hai&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa was busy in removing a wheel from auto,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta asks: Y r u removing a wheel from ur auto?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Can't u read 'Parking for two wheelers only'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Doctor, ye phulon ki mala kis ke liye?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Ye mera pehla operation hai, success&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hua to mere liye, nahi to tumhare liye.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Doc saab, mein Chashma laga ke pad to sakoonga?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doc: Haan, bilkul.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: To phir theek hai doc saab varna Anpad aadmi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ki zindagi bhi koi zindagi hai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Raat film main ek chudail kabhi mere aage, khabhi mere peechhe ghoom&lt;br /&gt;rahi thi...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Koun si film thi ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Apni shaadi ki movie thi !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa joined NASA. After one month the Americans had to change&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the name from NASA to SATYANASA&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa apni girl friend ko I Luv U kehta hai aur gir jata hai.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gal: Yeh kya kar rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: I'm falling in love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Yeh chaaku kyon ubaal rahe ho?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Suicide karne ke liye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: To phir ubalne kui kya zaroorat hai?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Kahin infection na ho jaaye&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Today is Sunday &amp; I wanna njoy, so I bought 3 movie tickets&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jeeto: Why 3?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: For you and your parents&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Museum Administrator: That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta: Thanks God! I thought it was a new one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lady Doc: Tum roz subah clinic ke bahar khade ho kar auraton ko kyon ghoorte&lt;br /&gt;ho?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Santa: Ji aap hi ne bahar likha hai: Auraton ko dekhne ka samay 9am-11am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-7265062643411469342?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/7265062643411469342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=7265062643411469342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7265062643411469342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/7265062643411469342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/05/santa-banta-on-move.html' title='Santa Banta on move'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-2875792795040752556</id><published>2007-05-02T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:03:17.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Indian Jokes</title><content type='html'>1...JISKA EK BI DOST NAI USKO KYA BOLTE???............"koena mitra" (koi-na-mitra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2... once rani mukharjee was given punishment 2 eat 1000 chewingums.she was scared bt den suddenly saif ali khan said sumtin in her ears nshe started eatin how???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............coz saif said"chak de chak de,chakde sare GUM,chakde chakdechakde,tere sung hai hum!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...suppose ek ladki baarish me bheeg rahi hai to tum use pani sekaise bachaoge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple hai yaar...use apna dil dedo...dil CHAHTA(umbrella) hai!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4..ek calculator dusre calci ko kya bola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CASIO???"...(kaisi-ho?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5... WHOS DA ONLY PLAYER WHO KNOS EACH N EVRY RELIGIOUS SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................HAR-BHAJAN-SINGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6...agar aap 90 baar paap karoge to keval 45 baar hi pakdejaoge......batao kyu????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because....sin 90=cot 45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-2875792795040752556?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/2875792795040752556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=2875792795040752556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/2875792795040752556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/2875792795040752556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/2007/05/1.html' title='Indian Jokes'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07803756170212265952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6780426622541550026.post-9099696816950080692</id><published>2007-05-02T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:03:41.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Style'/><title type='text'>Don't think just laugh</title><content type='html'>Teacher: 'A' for?&lt;br /&gt;Student: (softly) Apple !!!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Jor se bolo&lt;br /&gt;Student: JAI MATA DI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the opposite of "Dominoes"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired of thinking???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the answer is "Domi doesn't know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the opposite of "Pizza Hut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okei don't kill me "Pizza Hutna mat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok whats the opp of venky's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venlocks...&lt;br /&gt;(now,now,dont bang ur head plz..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the opposite of Gopalakrishnan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comepalakrishnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the opposite of Subramnium Swamy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subramanium Didn't See Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a man calls his wife from his IDEA mobile&lt;br /&gt;his call gets cross connected to some other lady.&lt;br /&gt;They still keep on talking..they start liking each&lt;br /&gt;other..and finally they get married.&lt;br /&gt;what MORAL do u get???&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;An IDEA can change your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sardarji went to a STD/ISD/PCO SHOP and slapped the operator twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because there it was written "Number dial karne se pehele do lagae"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek aadmi marne vala hei to use kya khilaoge ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets......no...no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt...........nopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are yaar&lt;br /&gt;birla white cement&lt;br /&gt;kyunki iske ander jaan hain.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats difference between a man jumping from 1st floor and a man&lt;br /&gt;jumping&lt;br /&gt;from 10th floor?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;former&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6780426622541550026-9099696816950080692?l=jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4enjoyment.blogspot.com/feeds/9099696816950080692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6780426622541550026&amp;postID=9099696816950080692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6780426622541550026/posts/default/9099696816950080692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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