<?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-4147483300950393788</id><updated>2012-02-03T05:47:01.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JOKES Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>HA HA HA (Loud Evil Laughter) !!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6903111437795273644</id><published>2011-04-23T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T16:03:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen: Excerpts From Classified Sections Of City Newspapers</title><content type='html'>Auto Repair Service. Free pick-up and delivery. Try us once, you'll never go anywhere again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our experienced Mom will care for your child. Fenced yard, meals, and smacks included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog for sale: Eats anything and is fond of children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man wanted to work in dynamite factory. Must be willing to travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock up and save. Limit: one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-Annual after Christmas Sale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 year old teacher needed for pre-school. Experience preferred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook with round bottom for efficient beating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl wanted to assist magician in cutting off head illusion. Blue Cross and salary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to take home, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6903111437795273644?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6903111437795273644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6903111437795273644' title='145 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6903111437795273644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6903111437795273644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-thirteen-excerpts-from.html' title='Thursday Thirteen: Excerpts From Classified Sections Of City Newspapers'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>145</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-351939453458917525</id><published>2011-04-19T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:54:40.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wordless Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50P_t2ztLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_RMVE-tnsgM/s1600-h/12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50P_t2ztLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_RMVE-tnsgM/s400/12.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160298335352108210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=03Feb2008&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=03Feb2008&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-351939453458917525?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/351939453458917525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=351939453458917525' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/351939453458917525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/351939453458917525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wordless Wednesday!!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50P_t2ztLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/_RMVE-tnsgM/s72-c/12.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6371893113887555120</id><published>2011-04-13T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:54:40.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Have you ever wondered??</title><content type='html'>- Can you cry under water? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you have to "put your two cents in"...but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why does a round pizza come in a square box? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What did cured ham actually have? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are you IN a movie, but you are ON television? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Mar2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Mar2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6371893113887555120?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6371893113887555120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6371893113887555120' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6371893113887555120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6371893113887555120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/tt-have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='TT - Have you ever wondered??'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-296546795808042480</id><published>2011-04-06T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:54:25.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSipWbbII/AAAAAAAAAVg/eiW26ItDLxA/s1600-h/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103513557909859458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSipWbbII/AAAAAAAAAVg/eiW26ItDLxA/s400/3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=25Sep2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=25Sep2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-296546795808042480?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/296546795808042480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=296546795808042480' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/296546795808042480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/296546795808042480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/ww.html' title='WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSipWbbII/AAAAAAAAAVg/eiW26ItDLxA/s72-c/3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5353238577522456314</id><published>2011-03-26T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:56:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Contemplation - 2</title><content type='html'>There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow." --Jeff Valdez &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats." --English proverb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat." --Ellen Perry Berkeley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cat just leads to another." --Ernest Hemingway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later." --Mary Bly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many ailments, but I never heard of one who suffered from insomnia." --Joseph Wood Krutch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People that hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life." --Faith Resnick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior." --Hippolyte Taine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5353238577522456314?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5353238577522456314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5353238577522456314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5353238577522456314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5353238577522456314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/cat-contemplation-2.html' title='Cat Contemplation - 2'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-635341328723356800</id><published>2011-03-22T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:56:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Ways to be Annoying</title><content type='html'>* Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complementary mints by the cash register. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pay for your dinner with pennies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Repeat everything someone says, as a question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wander around the restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* At the laundry mat, use one dryer for each of your socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* As much as possible, skip rather than walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pretend your mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Name your dog "Dog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask people what gender they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-635341328723356800?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/635341328723356800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=635341328723356800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/635341328723356800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/635341328723356800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/13-ways-to-be-annoying.html' title='13 Ways to be Annoying'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6475303038093373275</id><published>2011-03-19T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:56:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - All quotes by Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>"If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The must incomprehensible thing about the universe is that it is comprehensible." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try not to become a man of success but rather try to become a man of value." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do not really understand something unless you can explain it to your grandmother." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The wireless telegraph is not difficult to understand. The ordinary telegraph is like a very long cat. You pull the tail in New York, and it meows in Los Angeles. The wireless is the same, only without the cat." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When asked how World War III would be fought, Einstein replied that he didn't know. But he knew how World War IV would be fought: With sticks and stones!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S RELATIVITY." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6475303038093373275?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6475303038093373275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6475303038093373275' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6475303038093373275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6475303038093373275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/tt-all-quotes-by-albert-einstein.html' title='TT - All quotes by Albert Einstein'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3128828502099063964</id><published>2011-03-16T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:56:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - New Old Sayings</title><content type='html'>- Don't byte off more than you can view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fax is stranger than fiction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What boots up must come down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Windows will never cease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In Gates we trust (and our tender is legal). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Virtual reality is its own reward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Modulation in all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A user and his leisure time are soon parted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There's no place like ( http://www.)home(.com) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Know what to expect before you connect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, what a tangled website we weave when first we practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speed thrills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give a man (or for that matter anyone) a fish and you feed him for a day; teach him to use The Net and he won't bother you for weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3128828502099063964?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3128828502099063964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3128828502099063964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3128828502099063964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3128828502099063964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/tt-new-old-sayings.html' title='TT - New Old Sayings'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1337224150732741001</id><published>2011-03-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:59:33.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bank Manager</title><content type='html'>I am writing to thank you for bouncing the check with which I endeavoured to pay my plumber last month. By my calculations some three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check, and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honour it. I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire salary, an arrangement which, I admit, has only been in place for eight years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account with $50 by way of penalty for the inconvenience I caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to re-think my errant financial ways. You have set me on the path of fiscal righteousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more will our relationship be blighted by these unpleasant incidents, for I am restructuring my affairs in 2005, taking as my model the procedures, attitudes and conduct of your very bank. I can think of no greater compliment, and I know you will be excited and proud to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this end, please be advised about the following changes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have noticed that whereas I personally attend to your telephone calls and letters, when I try to contact you I am confronted by the impersonal, ever-changing, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become. From now on I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh and blood person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortgage and loan repayments will, therefore and hereafter, no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by cheque, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee of your branch, whom you must nominate. You will be aware that it is an offence under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please find attached an Application Contact Status which I require our chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Justice of the Peace, and that the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In due course I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in all dealings with me. I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modelled it on the number of button presses required to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me level the playing field even further by introducing you to my new telephone system, which you will notice, is very much like yours. My authorised contact at your bank, the only person with whom I will have any dealings, may call me at any time and will be answered by an automated voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By pressing Buttons on the phone, he/she will be guided thorough an extensive set of menus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To make an appointment to see me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To query a missing repayment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To make a general complaint or inquiry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there; Extension of living room to be communicated at the time the call is received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am still sleeping. Extension of bedroom to be communicated at the time the call is received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature. Extension of toilet to be communicated at the time the call is received. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To transfer the call to my mobile phone in case I am not at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. To leave a message on my computer. To leave a message a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated at a later date to the contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. To return to the main menu and listen carefully to options 1 through 8. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service. While this may on occasion involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration. This month I've chosen a refrain from The Best Of Woody Guthrie: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the banks are made of marble &lt;br /&gt;With a guard at every door &lt;br /&gt;And the vaults are filled with silver &lt;br /&gt;That the miners sweated for" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After twenty minutes of that, our mutual contact will probably know it by heart. On a more serious note, we come to the matter of cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your bank has often pointed out, the ongoing drive for greater efficiency comes at a cost. A cost which you have always been quick to pass on to me. Let me repay your kindness by passing some costs back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there is the matter of advertising material you send me. This I will read for a fee of $20 per page. Inquiries from your nominated contact will be billed at $5 per minute of my time spent in response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any debits to my account, as, for example, in the matter of the penalty for the dishonoured cheque, will be passed back to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new phone service runs at 75 cents a minute (even Woody Guthrie doesn't come for free), so you would be well advised to keep your inquiries brief and to the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I wish you a happy, if ever-so-slightly less prosperous, New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your humble client&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1337224150732741001?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1337224150732741001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1337224150732741001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1337224150732741001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1337224150732741001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-bank-manager.html' title='Dear Bank Manager'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2993393309537857568</id><published>2011-03-12T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:59:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atheist and the Shark</title><content type='html'>There is this atheist swimming in the ocean. All of the sudden he sees this shark in the water, so he starts swimming towards his boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looks back he sees the shark turn and head towards him. His boat is a ways off and he starts swimming like crazy. He's scared to death, and as he turns to see the jaws of the great white beast open revealing its teeth in a horrific splendor, the atheist screams, "Oh God! Save me!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant time is frozen and a bright light shines down from above. The man is motionless in the water when he hears the voice of God say, "You are an atheist. Why do you call upon me when you do not believe in me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghast with confusion and knowing he can't lie the man replies, "Well, that's true I don't believe in you, but how about the shark? Can you make the shark believe in you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replies, "As you wish," and the light retracted back into the heavens and the man could feel the water begin to move once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the atheist looks back he can see the jaws of the shark start to close down on him, when all of sudden the shark stops and pulls back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, the man looks at the shark as the huge beast closes its eyes and bows its head and says, "Thank you Lord for this food for which I am about to receive..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-2993393309537857568?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2993393309537857568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=2993393309537857568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2993393309537857568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2993393309537857568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/atheist-and-shark.html' title='The Atheist and the Shark'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-52394954924564548</id><published>2011-03-10T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:59:31.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Surgeon</title><content type='html'>A mechanic was removing a cylinder head from the motor of a Harley, when he spotted a world-famous heart surgeon in his shop. The heart surgeon was waiting for the service manager to come take a look at his bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic shouted across the garage, "Hey Doc can I ask you a question?" The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic working on the motorcycle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked, "So Doc, look at this engine. I also can open it up, take valves out, fix'em, put in new parts and when I finish this will work just like a new one. So how come I get a pittance and you get the really big money, when you and I are doing basically the same work?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon paused, smiled and leaned over, and whispered to the mechanic, "Try doing it while it's running."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-52394954924564548?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/52394954924564548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=52394954924564548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/52394954924564548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/52394954924564548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/heart-surgeon.html' title='Heart Surgeon'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5804734653559857386</id><published>2011-03-08T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:59:32.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Ponder</title><content type='html'>- Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spotted on the back of a t-shirt worn by LAPD Bomb Squad: "If you see me running, try to keep up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't you think it's unnerving that doctors call what they do "Practice"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have the right to remain silent, anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A closed mouth gathers no feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you ever notice that Evian bottled water is Naïve spelled backwards? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The grass may actually be greener on the other side of the fence, but it still has to be mowed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Wizard worked in a modern factory. Everything was satisfactory except that certain miscreants, taking advantage of his good nature, would steal his parking spot. This continued until he put up the following effective sign: "This Parking Space Belongs To The Wizard. ... Violators Will Be Toad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5804734653559857386?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5804734653559857386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5804734653559857386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5804734653559857386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5804734653559857386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-to-ponder.html' title='Things To Ponder'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-657385805178058952</id><published>2011-03-06T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:49:55.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY WW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rsoh_JWbbFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_Xhifve-51Q/s1600-h/rudypark2916590070820.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rsoh_JWbbFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_Xhifve-51Q/s320/rudypark2916590070820.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100926896675974226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=naturemad&amp;postid=21Aug2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=naturemad&amp;postid=21Aug2007&amp;meme=ww"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-657385805178058952?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/657385805178058952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=657385805178058952' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/657385805178058952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/657385805178058952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-ww_22.html' title='HAPPY WW!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rsoh_JWbbFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/_Xhifve-51Q/s72-c/rudypark2916590070820.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8870237999655105019</id><published>2011-03-06T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:45:23.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen: Car Insurance Excuses</title><content type='html'>- The other car collided with mine without giving warning of its intention. &lt;br /&gt;- The accident occured when I was attempting to bring my car out of a skid by steering it into the other vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;- I was driving my car out of the driveway in the usual manner, when it was struck by the other car in the same place it had been struck several times before.&lt;br /&gt;- Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;- The indirect cause of this accident was a little guy in a small car with a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;- As I approached the intersection, a stop sign suddenly appeard in a place where no stop sign had ever appeared before. I was unable to stop in time to avoid the accident.&lt;br /&gt;- The telephone pole was approaching fast. I was attempting to swerve out of its path when it struck my front end.&lt;br /&gt;- An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle and vanished.&lt;br /&gt;- I thought my window was down but found it was up when I put my hand through it.&lt;br /&gt;- To avoid hitting the bumper of the car in front, I struck the pedestrian.&lt;br /&gt;- A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.&lt;br /&gt;- The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran him over.&lt;br /&gt;- I saw the slow-moving, sad-faced old gentleman as he bounced off the hood of my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=05Mar2009&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8870237999655105019?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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appliance "as is."&lt;br /&gt;- you have ever saved the power cord from a broken appliance.&lt;br /&gt;- you think jokes about being unable to program a VCR are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- the salespeople at Circuit City can't answer any of your questions.&lt;br /&gt;- the microphone at a meeting doesn't work and you rush up to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;- you have a neatly sorted collection of old bolts and nuts in your garage.&lt;br /&gt;- you own a set of itty-bitty screwdrivers and you actually know where they are.&lt;br /&gt;- you just don't have the heart to throw away the 100-in-1 electronics kit you got for your ninth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- you have never sat through an entire movie without having at least one device on your body beep or buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=26Feb2009&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Industry Acronyms</title><content type='html'>- CD-ROM: Consumer Device, Rendered Obsolete in Months&lt;br /&gt;- PCMCIA: People Can't Memorize Computer Industry Acronyms&lt;br /&gt;- ISDN: It Still Does Nothing&lt;br /&gt;- MIPS: Meaningless Indication of Processor Speed&lt;br /&gt;- DOS: Defunct Operating System&lt;br /&gt;- WINDOWS: Will Install Needless Data On Whole System&lt;br /&gt;- OS/2: Obsolete Soon, Too&lt;br /&gt;- PnP: Plug and Pray&lt;br /&gt;- APPLE: Arrogance Produces Profit-Losing Entity&lt;br /&gt;- IBM: I Blame Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;- MICROSOFT: Most Intelligent Customers Realize Our Software Only Fools Teenagers&lt;br /&gt;- COBOL: Completely Obsolete Business Oriented Language&lt;br /&gt;- MACINTOSH: Most Applications Crash; If Not, The Operating System Hangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=19Feb2009&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div 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Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2030283013467701324</id><published>2011-02-14T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:50:10.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s400/4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103513648104172690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2030283013467701324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-ww_29.html' title='Happy WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s72-c/4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6484818979025766399</id><published>2011-02-12T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:47:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - You know you work for the Government when...</title><content type='html'>- When someone asks about what you do for a living, you lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get really excited about a 2% pay raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your biggest loss from a system crash is you lose your best jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your supervisor doesn't have the ability to do your job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You sit in a cubicle smaller than your bedroom closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It no longer amazes you that computer security is more important than having computers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your office computer was just upgraded to a 200 MHz Pentium this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Computer specialists know less about computers than your teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lunch is like another scheduled meeting, only shorter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You and your coequals always consume the free food left over from VIP meetings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's dark when you drive to and from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're forced to park your car a mile from the office because of all the commanders, customers, designated contractor, VIP's, employees of the month/quarter/year and visitor, parking spaces by the main entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/autolink.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Feb2009&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6484818979025766399?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6484818979025766399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6484818979025766399' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6484818979025766399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6484818979025766399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-thirteen-you-know-you-work-for.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - You know you work for the Government when...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6444717726217758233</id><published>2011-02-05T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:48:08.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen! You know you're old when...</title><content type='html'>- Everything hurts , and what doesn't hurt, doesn't work anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You feel like you really hung one one the night before, and you were in bed asleep by eight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get winded playing chess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your children begin to look middle-aged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You join a health club and don't go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You begin to outlive enthusiasm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your mind makes contracts your body can't meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know all the answers, but nobody asks the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You look forward to a dull evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your favorite part of the newspaper is "25 years ago today!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You sit in a rocking chair and can't get it going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You stop looking forward to your next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=04Feb2009&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=04Feb2009&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6444717726217758233?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6444717726217758233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6444717726217758233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6444717726217758233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6444717726217758233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday-thirteen-you-know-youre-old.html' title='Thursday Thirteen! You know you&apos;re old when...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6668581956651957965</id><published>2011-02-02T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:48:09.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Aaaaand.... the JOKES Blog... after a MASSIVELY long break... is BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself against a WEALTH of hilarious jokes... and enjoy laughing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The Bizarre Jokester&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5277233563232758724</id><published>2011-01-31T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:53:48.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wordless Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50Pvt2ztJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/60ZZjqThE2I/s1600-h/10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50Pvt2ztJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/60ZZjqThE2I/s400/10.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160298060474201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=27Jan2008&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=27Jan2008&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5277233563232758724?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5277233563232758724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5277233563232758724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5277233563232758724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5277233563232758724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wordless Wednesday!!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/R50Pvt2ztJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/60ZZjqThE2I/s72-c/10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2175464889382065120</id><published>2011-01-24T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:53:19.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Alcohol Consumption Warning</title><content type='html'>- The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may make you think you have mystical Kung Fu powers, resulting in you getting your behind kicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead/knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe you are invisible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=23Jan2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=23Jan2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-2175464889382065120?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2175464889382065120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=2175464889382065120' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2175464889382065120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2175464889382065120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/thursday-thirteen-alcohol-consumption.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Alcohol Consumption Warning'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5616247820072487367</id><published>2011-01-24T06:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:53:49.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSbpWbbHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hvfr726GWXQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSbpWbbHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hvfr726GWXQ/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103513437650775154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=02Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=02Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5616247820072487367?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5616247820072487367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5616247820072487367' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5616247820072487367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5616247820072487367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ww.html' title='WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSbpWbbHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hvfr726GWXQ/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3793991392595997632</id><published>2011-01-17T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:53:50.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFz8XkhDGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ch32dTxgGgI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFz8XkhDGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ch32dTxgGgI/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116498132626115682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=30Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=30Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3793991392595997632?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3793991392595997632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3793991392595997632' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3793991392595997632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3793991392595997632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ww_31.html' title='WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFz8XkhDGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Ch32dTxgGgI/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2920078627693592573</id><published>2011-01-10T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:53:51.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Cat Contemplation - 1</title><content type='html'>"No heaven will not ever Heaven be; Unless my cats are there to welcome me." --Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." --Albert Schweitzer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart." --Ernest Menaul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time spent with cats is never wasted." --Colette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some people say that cats are sneaky, evil, and cruel. True, and they have many other fine qualities as well." --Missy Dizick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats." --Colonial American proverb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want." --Joseph Wood Krutch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got rid of my husband. The cat was allergic." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband said it was him or the cat... I miss him sometimes." --Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit." --Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=09Jan2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=09Jan2008&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-2920078627693592573?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2920078627693592573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=2920078627693592573' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2920078627693592573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2920078627693592573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2008/01/tt-cat-contemplation-1.html' title='TT - Cat Contemplation - 1'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5385776504641431010</id><published>2011-01-10T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:08:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZJAT-tRI/AAAAAAAAAUk/P8P_uOSytKQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084239778073720082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwF0B3khDHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wUymSdczCVA/s400/lester.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116498227115396210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=16Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=16Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-571461980352658466?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/571461980352658466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=571461980352658466' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/571461980352658466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/571461980352658466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ww_17.html' title='WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwF0B3khDHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wUymSdczCVA/s72-c/lester.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3172454381425557914</id><published>2010-12-28T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:54:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - You Know You Have Had Too Much Coffee When...</title><content type='html'>*Juan Valdez names his donkey after you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You get a speeding ticket even when you're parked &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You grind your coffee beans in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You sleep with your eyes open &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have to watch videos in fast-forward &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You lick your coffee pot clean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your eyes stay open when you sneeze &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can type sixty words a minute with your feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can jump-start your car without cables &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your only sources of nutrition comes from "Sweet &amp; Low" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You don't sweat, you percolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=19Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=19Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3172454381425557914?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3172454381425557914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3172454381425557914' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3172454381425557914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3172454381425557914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/thursday-thirteen-you-know-you-have-had.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - You Know You Have Had Too Much Coffee When...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7318060376815774271</id><published>2010-12-27T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:54:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFzwXkhDFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R9NkRTNuZL8/s1600-h/7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFzwXkhDFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R9NkRTNuZL8/s400/7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116497926467685458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=23Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=23Oct2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7318060376815774271?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7318060376815774271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7318060376815774271' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7318060376815774271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7318060376815774271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ww_23.html' title='WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RwFzwXkhDFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/R9NkRTNuZL8/s72-c/7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7563803416006566421</id><published>2010-12-25T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:41:00.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is 2 * 2 ?</title><content type='html'>Several scientists were all posed the following question: "What is 2 * 2 ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer whips out his slide rule (so it's old) and shuffles it back and forth, and finally announces "3.99". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physicist consults his technical references, sets up the problem on his computer, and announces "it lies between 3.98 and 4.02". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician cogitates for a while, then announces: "I don't know what the answer is, but I can tell you, an answer exists!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher smiles: "But what do you mean by 2 * 2 ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logician replies: "Please define 2 * 2 more precisely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sociologist: "I don't know, but is was nice talking about it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral Ecologist: "A polygamous mating system". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Student : "4" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others looking astonished : "How did you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Student : "I memorized it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7563803416006566421?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7563803416006566421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7563803416006566421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7563803416006566421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7563803416006566421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-2-2.html' title='What is 2 * 2 ?'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5106922594634301421</id><published>2010-12-20T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:41:02.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSTZWbbGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J2eW3FV7_U4/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSTZWbbGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J2eW3FV7_U4/s400/1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103513295916854370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=20Nov2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=20Nov2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5106922594634301421?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5106922594634301421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5106922594634301421' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5106922594634301421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5106922594634301421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-ww.html' title='Happy WW'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSTZWbbGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/J2eW3FV7_U4/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5023783342101638379</id><published>2010-12-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:11:35.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Texas millionaire</title><content type='html'>A Texas millionaire had fallen ill. The doctors consulted did not seem to understand what ailed him. The millionaire let it be known that any doctor who could heal him could have whatever he desired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country doctor was finally able to cure him, and as the doctor was leaving after a week's stay, the Texan said, "Doc! I am a man of my word. You name it, and if it is humanly possible I'll get it for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "I love to play golf, so if I could have a matching set of golf clubs, that would be fine." With that the physician left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor didn't hear from the Texan millionaire for some months. Then, one day, he got a phone call from the millionaire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc, I bet you thought that I had gone back on my word. I have your matching set of golf clubs. The reason it took so long is that two of them didn't have swimming pools, and I didn't think they were good enough for ya. So I had pools installed and they're all ready for you now!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5023783342101638379?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5023783342101638379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5023783342101638379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5023783342101638379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5023783342101638379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/texas-millionaire.html' title='A Texas millionaire'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-387292157494377032</id><published>2010-12-17T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:11:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Sales Technique</title><content type='html'>A newsboy was standing on the corner with a stack of papers, yelling, "Read all about it. Fifty people swindled! Fifty people swindled!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, a man walked over, bought a paper, and checked the front page. What he saw was yesterday's paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Hey, this is an old paper, where's the story about the big swindle?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newsboy ignored him and went on calling out, "Read all about it. Fifty-one people swindled!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-387292157494377032?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/387292157494377032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=387292157494377032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/387292157494377032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/387292157494377032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/great-sales-technique.html' title='Great Sales Technique'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4346853637180362683</id><published>2010-12-13T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:11:35.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Lessons Learned By a Parent</title><content type='html'>1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2,000 sq. foot house four inches deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with rollerblades, they can ignite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A 3-year-old's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound boy wearing Batman underwear and a superman cape. It is strong enough, however, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20x20 foot room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using the ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The glass in windows (even double pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words "Uh-oh", it's already too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A six-year-old can start a fire with a flint rock, even though a 36-year-old man says they only do it in the movies. A magnifying glass can start a fire even on an overcast day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Certain Lego's will pass right through the digestive tract of a four-year-old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Play-Doh" and "microwave" should never be used in the same sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Super glue is forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4346853637180362683?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4346853637180362683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4346853637180362683' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4346853637180362683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4346853637180362683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/tt-lessons-learned-by-parent.html' title='TT - Lessons Learned By a Parent'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-9128480709866253594</id><published>2010-12-12T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:41:03.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7Y-wT-tPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Nv_kqaICTGM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084239601980060914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7Y-wT-tPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Nv_kqaICTGM/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=naturemad&amp;postid=30Jul2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=naturemad&amp;postid=30Jul2007&amp;meme=ww"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-9128480709866253594?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9128480709866253594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=9128480709866253594' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/9128480709866253594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/9128480709866253594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-ww.html' title='Happy WW!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7Y-wT-tPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Nv_kqaICTGM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4853521768354794101</id><published>2010-12-11T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:13:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidneys and Livers</title><content type='html'>Two old men were arguing the merits of their doctors. The first one said, "I don't trust your fancy doctor. He treated old Jake Waxman for a kidney ailment for nearly a year, and then Jake died of a liver ailment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what makes you think your doctor is any better?" asked his friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because when my doctor treats you for a kidney ailment, you can be sure you'll die of a kidney ailment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4853521768354794101?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4853521768354794101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4853521768354794101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4853521768354794101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4853521768354794101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/kidneys-and-livers.html' title='Kidneys and Livers'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2044554623388999497</id><published>2010-12-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:13:57.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - New Old Sayings</title><content type='html'>- Anywhere you hang your @ is home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The e-mail of the species is deadlier than the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A journey of a thousand sites begins with a single click. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You can't teach a new mouse old clicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Great groups from little icons grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Speak softly and carry a cellular phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- C:\ is the root of all directories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't put all your hypes in one home page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pentium wise; pen and paper foolish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The modem is the message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Too many clicks spoil the browse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The geek shall inherit the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A chat has nine lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=05Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=05Dec2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-2044554623388999497?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2044554623388999497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=2044554623388999497' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2044554623388999497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2044554623388999497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/tt-new-old-sayings.html' title='TT - New Old Sayings'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-465169990784853395</id><published>2010-12-04T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:13:58.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport Mix-Up</title><content type='html'>During the 'rush hour' at Houston's Hobby Airport, a flight was delayed due to a mechanical problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they needed the gate for another flight, the aircraft was backed away from the gate while the maintenance crew worked on it. The passengers were then told the new gate number, which was some distance away. Everyone moved to the new gate, only to find a third gate had been designated for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some further shuffling, everyone got on board, and as they were settling in, the flight attendant made the standard announcement, 'We apologise for the inconvenience of this last-minute gate change. This flight is going to Washington, D.C. If your destination is not Washington, D.C., then you should 'deplane' at this time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very confused-looking and red-faced pilot emerged from the cockpit, carrying his bags. 'Sorry,' he said, wrong plane.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-465169990784853395?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/465169990784853395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=465169990784853395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/465169990784853395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/465169990784853395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/airport-mix-up.html' title='Airport Mix-Up'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6154016392256110816</id><published>2010-11-30T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:13:59.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Thirteen Lines of WORK</title><content type='html'>The population of this country is 237 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104 million are retired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves 133 million to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 85 million in school, which leaves 48 million to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of this there are 29 million employed by the federal government, leaving 19 million to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.8 million are in the Armed Forces, which leaves 16.2 million work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take from the total the 14,800,000 people who work for State and City Governments and that leaves 1.4 million to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any given time there are 188,000 people in hospitals, leaving 1,212,000 to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are 1,211,998 people in prisons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves just two people to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're sitting at your computer reading jokes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=28Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=28Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6154016392256110816?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6154016392256110816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6154016392256110816' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6154016392256110816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6154016392256110816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt-thirteen-lines-of-work.html' title='TT - Thirteen Lines of WORK'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5034566838411091022</id><published>2010-11-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:14:00.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Actual Answers From Students On Music Exams</title><content type='html'>- The principal singer of nineteenth century opera was called pre-Madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gregorian chant has no music, just singers singing the same lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sherbet composed the Unfinished Symphony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All female parts were sung by castrati. We don't know exactly what they sounded like because there are no known descendants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Young scholars have expressed their rapture for the Bronze Lullaby, the Taco Bell Cannon, Beethoven's Erotica, Tchaikovsky Cracknutter Suite, and Gershwin's Rap City in Blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Music sung by two people at the same time is called a duel; if they sing without music it is called Acapulco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A virtuoso is a musician with real high morals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Contralto is a low sort of music that only ladies sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Probably the most marvelous fugue was the one between the Hatfields and the McCoys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A harp is a nude piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Refrain means don't do it. A refrain in music is the part you'd better not try to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I know what a sextet is but I'd rather not say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite composer was Opus. Agnus Dei was a woman composer famous for her church music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=21Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=21Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5034566838411091022?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5034566838411091022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5034566838411091022' title='90 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5034566838411091022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5034566838411091022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt-actual-answers-from-students-on.html' title='TT - Actual Answers From Students On Music Exams'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>90</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7499345652771786033</id><published>2010-11-16T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:14:31.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - 13 Lines - Are you a true elementary school teacher? Let's find out:</title><content type='html'>1. Do you ask guests if they have remembered their scarves and mittens as they leave your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you move your dinner partner's glass away from the edge of the table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you ask if anyone needs to go to the bathroom as you enter a theater with a group of friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hand a tissue to anyone who sneezes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you refer to happy hour as "snack time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you say "I like the way you did that!" to the mechanic who repairs your car to your satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you ask "Are you sure you did your best?" to the mechanic who fails to repair your car to your satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you sing the "Alphabet Song" to yourself as you look up a number in the phone book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you say everything twice? I mean, do you repeat everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you fold your spouse's fingers over the coins as you hand him/her the money at a tollbooth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you answered yes to 4 or more, it's in your soul--you are hooked on teaching. And if you're not a teacher, you missed your calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you answered yes to 7 or more, well, maybe it's TOO MUCH in your soul--you should probably think about retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you answered yes to all 10, forget it--you'll ALWAYS be a teacher, retired or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=14Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=14Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7499345652771786033?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7499345652771786033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7499345652771786033' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7499345652771786033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7499345652771786033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt-13-lines-are-you-true-elementary.html' title='TT - 13 Lines - Are you a true elementary school teacher? Let&apos;s find out:'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-805231003218602473</id><published>2010-11-12T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:14:56.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wordless Wednesday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RzjVHHtYJpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jlxu73mVhHM/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132086093693855378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RzjVHHtYJpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jlxu73mVhHM/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;amp;postid=12Nov2007&amp;amp;meme=ww" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;amp;postid=12Nov2007&amp;amp;meme=ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-805231003218602473?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/805231003218602473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=805231003218602473' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/805231003218602473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/805231003218602473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wordless Wednesday!!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RzjVHHtYJpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jlxu73mVhHM/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7257879917165083442</id><published>2010-11-09T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:08.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - You Know You Have Still Had Too Much Coffee When...</title><content type='html'>*You've worn out the handle on your favorite coffee mug &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You go to AA meetings just for the free coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You've worn the finish off you coffee table &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Taster's Choice couple wants to adopt you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Starbuck's owns the mortgage on your house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You're so wired you pick up FM radio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your life's goal is to "amount to a hill of beans" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Instant coffee takes too long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You want to be cremated just so you can spend eternity in a coffee can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You name your cats "Cream" and "Sugar" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your lips are permanently stuck in the sipping position &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=07Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=07Nov2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7257879917165083442?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7257879917165083442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7257879917165083442' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7257879917165083442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7257879917165083442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt-you-know-you-have-still-had-too-much.html' title='TT - You Know You Have Still Had Too Much Coffee When...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5159395445710073525</id><published>2010-11-01T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Things You Don't Want to Hear Over an Airline PA</title><content type='html'>Top Things You Don't Want to Overhear Over an Airline P.A. System &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ocean crossing flight: This is your Captain speaking, I just wanted to take this time to remind you that your seat cushions can be used as floatation devices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey folks, we're going to play a little game of geography trivia. If you can recognize where we are, tell your flight attendant and receive an extra pack of peanuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our loss of altitude allows a unique close up perspective of the local terrain. I assure you that it's all part of our airline's new commitment to make your a flight a sight seeing extravaganza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Goose! Bogey at 2 o'clock....one on our tail!!!! Eject!!!! Eject!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ummmmmm....Sorry......(silence) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. (As the plane turns around right after takeoff)....uhhhhh....we have to go back ....we ..we ....uhhhhhh ....forgot something..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm sure everyone noticed the loss of an engine, however the reduction in weight and drag will mean we'll be flying much more efficiently now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fasten your seat belt. (same tone your friend with the suicidal driving tendencies uses when you get in the car). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. This is your Captain speaking....these stupid planes are a lot different than the ships I'm used to.. so you'll have to give me some leeway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It would be a good idea if right now everyone closed their shades and watched the in-flight movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We've now reached our cruising altitude of 20,000 feet and ... Oh noooooooo!!!!!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't worry! That one is always on E... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Get the parachutes ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=31Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=31Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5159395445710073525?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5159395445710073525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5159395445710073525' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5159395445710073525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5159395445710073525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt-things-you-dont-want-to-hear-over.html' title='TT - Things You Don&apos;t Want to Hear Over an Airline PA'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3136610617750230927</id><published>2010-10-28T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a lot of fun. He explains" I ask you a question, and if you don't know the answer, you pay me $5, and vice-versa." Again, she politely declines and tries to get some sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, "Okay, if you don't know the answer you pay me $5, and if I don't know the answer, I will pay you $500," figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the match. This catches the blonde's attention and, figuring that there will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. "What's the distance from the earth to the moon?" The blonde doesn't say a word, reaches in to her purse, pulls out a five dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's the blonde's turn. She asks the lawyer: "What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?" The lawyer looks at her with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all his references. He taps into the Air phone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of Congress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and friends he knows. After over an hour, he wakes the blonde and hands her $500. The blonde politely takes the $500 and turns away to get back to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and asks, "Well, so what IS the answer!?" Without a word, the blonde reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3136610617750230927?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3136610617750230927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3136610617750230927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3136610617750230927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3136610617750230927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/smart-blonde.html' title='Smart Blonde'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7590655429720327428</id><published>2010-10-26T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:48.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Dictionary of More Performance Evaluation Comments</title><content type='html'>Some of you might like to know what the supervisor is really saying in all those glowing employee work performance evaluations s/he keeps cranking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internationally known: Likes to go to conferences and trade shows in Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is well informed: Knows all office gossip and where all the skeletons are kept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspires the cooperation of others: Gets everyone else to do the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keen sense of humor: Knows lots of dirty jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps informed on business issues: Subscribes to Playboy and National Enquirer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listens well: Has no ideas of his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a desk person: Did not go to college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use all available resources: Takes office supplies home for personal use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick thinking: Offers plausible excuses for errors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spends extra hours on the job: Miserable home life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong adherence to principles: Stubborn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes advantage of every opportunity to progress: Buys drinks for superiors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=24Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=24Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7590655429720327428?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7590655429720327428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7590655429720327428' title='159 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7590655429720327428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7590655429720327428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/tt-dictionary-of-more-performance.html' title='TT - Dictionary of More Performance Evaluation Comments'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>159</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3174603091764421150</id><published>2010-10-21T06:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mathematician and a physicist agree ...</title><content type='html'>A mathematician and a physicist agree to a psychological experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (hungry) mathematician is put in a chair in a large empty room and his favorite meal, perfectly prepared, is placed at the other end of the room. The psychologist explains, "You are to remain in your chair. Every minute, I will move your chair to a position halfway between its current location and the meal." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician looks at the psychologist in disgust. "What? I'm not going to go through this. You know I'll never reach the food!" And he gets up and storms out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychologist ushers the physicist in. He explains the situation, and the physicist's eyes light up and he starts drooling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychologist is a bit confused. "Don't you realize that you'll never reach the food?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physicist smiles and replies: "Of course! But I'll get close enough for all practical purposes!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3174603091764421150?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3174603091764421150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3174603091764421150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3174603091764421150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3174603091764421150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/mathematician-and-physicist-agree.html' title='A mathematician and a physicist agree ...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8931737848903282363</id><published>2010-10-19T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:36:50.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - More Thoughts On Aging</title><content type='html'>- The aging process could be slowed down if it had to work its way through Congress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're getting old when you're sitting in a rocker and you can't get it started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're getting old when you wake up with that morning-after feeling, and you didn't do anything the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The cardiologist's diet: if it tastes good, spit it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doctor to patient: I have good news and bad news: the good news is that you are not a hypochondriac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's hard to be nostalgic when you can't remember anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know you're getting old when you stop buying green bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last Will and Testament: Being of sound mind, I spent all my money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When you lean over to pick something up off the floor, you ask yourself if there is anything else you need to do while you are down there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You find yourself in the middle of the stairway, and you can't remember if you were downstairs going up or upstairs going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=17Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=17Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8931737848903282363?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8931737848903282363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8931737848903282363' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8931737848903282363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8931737848903282363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-thirteen-more-thoughts-on.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - More Thoughts On Aging'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8535245066705246913</id><published>2010-10-14T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:37:02.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Baseball Star</title><content type='html'>A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strutted through the backyard, wearing his baseball cap and toting a ball and bat, "I'm the greatest hitter in the world," he announced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike One!" he yelled. Undaunted, he picked up the ball and said again, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tossed the ball into the air. When it came down he swung again and missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike Two!" he cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then paused a moment to examine his bat and ball carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spit on his hands and rubbed them together. He straightened his cap and said once more, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he tossed the ball up in the air and swung at it. He missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strike Three!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!" he exclaimed. "I'm the greatest pitcher in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8535245066705246913?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8535245066705246913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8535245066705246913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8535245066705246913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8535245066705246913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/future-baseball-star.html' title='Future Baseball Star'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8596978731418179436</id><published>2010-10-12T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:37:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - You are a Nerd If...</title><content type='html'>- If you rotate your screen savers more frequently than your automobile tires &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you have a functioning home copier machine, but every toaster you own turns bread into charcoal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you have more toys than your kids &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you need a checklist to turn on the TV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you have introduced your kids by the wrong name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you have a habit of destroying things in order to see how they work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If your I.Q. number is bigger than your weight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If the microphone or visual aids at a meeting don't work and you rush up to the front to fix it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you can remember 7 computer passwords but not your anniversary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you have memorized the program scheduled for the Discovery channel and have seen most of the shows already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=10Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=10Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8596978731418179436?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8596978731418179436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8596978731418179436' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8596978731418179436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8596978731418179436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-thirteen-you-are-nerd-if.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - You are a Nerd If...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4915034696531133075</id><published>2010-10-07T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:21.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Sammy</title><content type='html'>A young fellow by the name of Sammy liked to hang out at Mom and Pop's Grocery Store. Pop didn't know what Sammy's problem was, but the other boys would tease him all the time, calling him Slow Sammy, and punching him on the shoulder as they passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mock him for being slow, they would offer him a dime and a nickel, telling him he could have just one. They said he always took the nickel because it was bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after Sammy took the nickel, Pop pulled him to one side and said, "Son, don't you know they're making fun of you? They think you don't know that the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you really grabbing the nickel because it's bigger, or what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Sammy said, "but if I took the dime they'd quit doing it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4915034696531133075?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4915034696531133075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4915034696531133075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4915034696531133075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4915034696531133075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/slow-sammy.html' title='Slow Sammy'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7455877466199313580</id><published>2010-10-05T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:22.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Last will &amp; testament of a farmer</title><content type='html'>I LEAVE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my wife: My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my son: Equity on my car. Now he will have to go to work to meet the payments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my banker: My soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my neighbour: My clown suit. He will need it if he continues to farm as he has in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the farm credit corporation: My unpaid bills. They took some real chances on me. I want to do something for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the junk man: All my machinery. He's had his eyes on it for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my undertaker: A special request. I want six implement dealers and six fertilizer dealers for pallbearers. They are used to carrying me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the weatherman: Rain, hail and snow for the funeral please. No sense in having good weather now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the grave digger: Don't bother. The hole I'm in now should be big enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the monument maker: Set up a jig for the epitaph. "Here lies a farmer who has now properly assumed all of his obligations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=03Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=03Oct2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7455877466199313580?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7455877466199313580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7455877466199313580' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7455877466199313580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7455877466199313580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/thursday-thirteen-last-will-testament.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Last will &amp; testament of a farmer'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2407649029528846631</id><published>2010-10-02T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsored Post - online casino bluebook</title><content type='html'>This is a website I recently came across, so when I saw my "Manage My Reviews" Tab on ReviewMe and noticed that it was offering to let me review it...I grabbed the chance. 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The greatest writer of the Renaissance was William Shakespeare. He was born in the 1564, supposedly on his birthday. He never made much money and is famous only because of his plays. He wrote tragedies, comedies, and hysterectomies, all in Islamic pentameter. Romeo and Juliet are an example of a heroic couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Writing at the same time as Shakespeare was Miguel Cervantes. He wrote Donkey Hote. The next great author was John Milton. Milton wrote Paradise Lost. Then his wife died and he wrote Paradise Regained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Delegates from the original 13 states formed the Contented Congress. Thomas Jefferson, a virgin, and Benjamin Franklinnwere to 2 singers of the Declaration of Independence. Franklin discovered electricity by rubbing two cats backward and declared, "a horse divided against itself can not stand." Franklin died in 1790 and is still dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Abraham Lincoln was America's greatest precedent. Lincoln's mother died in infancy, and he was born in a log cabin which he built with his own hands. Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves by signing the Emasculation Proclamation . On the night of April 14, 1865, Lincoln went to the theater and got shot in his seat by one of the actors in the moving picture show. They believe the assinator was John Wilkes Booth, a suposingly insane actor. This ruined Booth's career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Johann Bach wrote a great many musical compositions and had a large number of children. In between he practiced on an old spinster which he kept up in his attic. Bach died from 1750 to the present. Bach was the most famous composer in the world and so was Handel. Handel was half German, half Italian, and half English. He was very large. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Beethoven wrote music even though he was deaf. He was so deaf he wrote loud music. He took long walks in the forest even when everyone was calling for him. Beethoven expired in 1827 and later died from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5304766186262059554?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5304766186262059554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5304766186262059554' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5304766186262059554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5304766186262059554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/6th-grade-history.html' title='6th Grade History'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7251360680057965720</id><published>2010-09-28T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Think About It...</title><content type='html'>- The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a leaky tire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never test the depth of the water with both feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again; it was probably worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might be the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Going to church does not make you a Christian anymore than going to McDonald's makes you a hamburger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A coincidence is when God performs a miracle, and decides to remain anonymous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=26Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=26Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7251360680057965720?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7251360680057965720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7251360680057965720' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7251360680057965720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7251360680057965720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tt-think-about-it.html' title='TT - Think About It...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-291053691934978349</id><published>2010-09-24T06:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:25.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A man died and went to Heaven. As he stood in front of the Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked, "What are all those clocks?" St. Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock move." "Oh", said the man. "Whose clock is that?" "That's Mother Teresa's," replied St. Peter. "The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie." "Incredible," said the man. "And whose clock is that one?" St. Peter responded, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abraham told only two lies in his entire life." "Where's my congressman's clock?" asked the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's in my office. I'm using it as a ceiling fan!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-291053691934978349?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/291053691934978349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=291053691934978349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/291053691934978349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/291053691934978349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/clocks.html' title='Clocks'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4585711752281035934</id><published>2010-09-21T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:25.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - The Bible According to Kids - II</title><content type='html'>The following statements about the Bible were written by children and have not been retouched or corrected (i.e., bad spelling has been left in.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Mary heard that she was the mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna Carta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Then the three Wise Guys from the east arrived and found Jesus in the manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus was born because Mary had an Immaculate Contraption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- St. John, the blacksmith, dumped water on his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jesus enunciated the Golden Rule, which says do one to others before they do one to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He also explained that "Man does not live by sweat alone". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It was a miricle when Jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The people who followed Jesus were called the 12 decibles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The epistles were the wives of the apostles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One of the opossums was St. Matthew who was also a taximan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- St. Paul cavorted to Christianity. He preached the holy acrimony, which is another name for marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Christian should have only one spouse. This is called monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=19Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=19Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4585711752281035934?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4585711752281035934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4585711752281035934' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4585711752281035934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4585711752281035934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-bible-according-to-kids-ii.html' title='TT - The Bible According to Kids - II'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7536802394710496516</id><published>2010-09-16T06:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Tail Light</title><content type='html'>"How long have you been driving without a tail light?" asked the policeman after pulling over a motorist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver jumped out, ran to the rear of his car, and gave a long, painful groan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed so upset that the cop was moved to ease up on him a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, now," he said, "you don't have to take it so hard. It isn't that serious." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't?" cried the motorist. "Then you know what happened to my boat and trailer?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7536802394710496516?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7536802394710496516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7536802394710496516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7536802394710496516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7536802394710496516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-tail-light.html' title='No Tail Light'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6140831791549299622</id><published>2010-09-14T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - The Many Uses of Coca-Cola</title><content type='html'>In many states the highway patrol carries two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from the highway after a car accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke and it will be gone in two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coke into the toilet bowl. Let the "real thing" sit for one hour, then flush clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The citric acid in Coke removes stains from vitreous china. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers: Rub the bumper with a crumpled-up piece of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil dipped in Coca-Cola. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble away the corrosion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola to the rusted bolt for several minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into the baking pan; wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake. Thirty minutes before the ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid. It's pH is 2.8. It will dissolve a nail in about 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To carry Coca Cola syrup (the concentrate) the commercial truck must use the Hazardous material place cards reserved for Highly Corrosive materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distributors of coke have been using it to clean the engines of their trucks for about 20 years! Drink up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=12Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6140831791549299622?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6140831791549299622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6140831791549299622' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6140831791549299622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6140831791549299622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tt-many-uses-of-coca-cola.html' title='TT - The Many Uses of Coca-Cola'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-68051430513247862</id><published>2010-09-13T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103513648104172690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s400/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=11Sep2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=11Sep2007&amp;meme=ww"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-68051430513247862?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/68051430513247862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=68051430513247862' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/68051430513247862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/68051430513247862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RtNSn5WbbJI/AAAAAAAAAVo/1K15kmYES38/s72-c/4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8343549386567190474</id><published>2010-09-09T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:28.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>George and Moses</title><content type='html'>George W. Bush, in an airport lobby, noticed a man in a long flowing white robe with a long flowing white beard and flowing white hair. The man had a staff in one hand and some stone tablets under the other arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. approached the man and inquired, "Aren't you Moses." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man ignored George W. and stared at the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. positioned himself more directly in the man's view and asked again, "Aren't you Moses". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man continued to peruse the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. tugged at the man's sleeve and asked once again, "Aren't you Moses". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man finally responded in an irritated voice, "Yes I am". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George W. asked him why he was so uppity and the man replied, "The last time a bush spoke to me I ended up spending forty years in the wilderness".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8343549386567190474?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8343549386567190474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8343549386567190474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8343549386567190474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8343549386567190474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/george-and-moses.html' title='George and Moses'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6093633754598909969</id><published>2010-09-07T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:29.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Deep Thoughts about Pigs &amp; Sheep</title><content type='html'>- Do you think sheep know when you're pulling the wool over their eyes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does the person who inventories sheep often fall asleep on the job? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If a pig is sold to the pawn shop is it then called a ham-hock? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If we make sweaters out of a sheep's hair, what do the sheep use to make sweaters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you can't make a silk purse from a sow's ear what can you make with it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you pushed a pig down a hill would he be a sausage roll? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do pigs say when they don't want to do something? Would it be 'Yea when humans fly'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do sheep count when they can't get to sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why can't pigs look up into the sky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do pigs have curly tails? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do we call them guinea pigs when they are neither from Guinea nor are they pigs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why don't sheep shrink when it rains? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why is it that only pigs and humans can get sunburn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=05Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=05Sep2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6093633754598909969?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6093633754598909969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6093633754598909969' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6093633754598909969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6093633754598909969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/tt-deep-thoughts-about-pigs-sheep.html' title='TT - Deep Thoughts about Pigs &amp; Sheep'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1869873281713771403</id><published>2010-09-03T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was the problem</title><content type='html'>Taxiing down the tarmac, the jetliner abruptly stopped, turned around and returned to the gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour-long wait, it finally took off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A concerned passenger asked the flight attendant, "What was the problem?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pilot was bothered by a noise he heard in the engine," explained the Flight Attendant, "and it took us a while to find a new pilot."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1869873281713771403?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1869873281713771403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1869873281713771403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1869873281713771403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1869873281713771403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-was-problem.html' title='What was the problem'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4340934858259485929</id><published>2010-08-31T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:30.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - The Bible According to Kids</title><content type='html'>The following statements about the Bible were written by children and have not been retouched or corrected (i.e., bad spelling has been left in.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the first book of the Bible, Guinesses, God got tired of creating the world, so he took the Sabbath off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark because Noah built the ark, which the animals came to in pears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lot's wife was a pillar of salt by day, but a ball of fire by night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Jews were a proud people and throughout history they had trouble with unsympathetic Genitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samson was a strong man who let himself be led astray by a Jezebel like Delilah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Samson slew the Philistines with the axe of the Apostles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread, which is bread without any ingredients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Egyptians were all drowned in the dessert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Afterwards, Moses went up to Mount Cyanide to find the ten commendments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The seventh commandment is "Thou shalt not admit adultery". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Moses died before he ever reached Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=29Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=29Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4340934858259485929?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4340934858259485929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4340934858259485929' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4340934858259485929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4340934858259485929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-bible-according-to-kids.html' title='TT - The Bible According to Kids'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-14368792487635281</id><published>2010-08-25T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:31.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young and Foolish</title><content type='html'>A young and foolish pilot wanted to sound cool on the aviation frequencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was his first time approaching a field during the nighttime, and instead of making any official requests to the tower, he said, "Guess who?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The controller switched the field lights off and replied, "Guess where!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-14368792487635281?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/14368792487635281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=14368792487635281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/14368792487635281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/14368792487635281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/young-and-foolish.html' title='Young and Foolish'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7860626137553202259</id><published>2010-08-24T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:32.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Cops Say the Darndest Things!</title><content type='html'>#13 "If you run, you'll only go to jail tired." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 "Can you run faster than 1200 feet per second? Because that's the speed of the bullet that'll be chasing you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 "You don't know how fast you were going? I guess that means I can write anything I want to on the ticket, huh?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 "Yes, sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I'm the shift supe! rvisor?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 "Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that again or I'll give you another ticket." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 "The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 "Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy and corn dogs and step in monkey poop." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 "Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 "In God we trust, all others we run through NCIC." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 "How big were those 'Just two beers' you say you had?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 "No sir, we don't have quotas anymore. We used to, but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we can." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 "I'm glad to hear that Chief (of Police) Hawker is a personal friend of yours. So you know someone who can post your bail." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 "You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right, we don't. Sign here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=22Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=22Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7860626137553202259?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7860626137553202259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7860626137553202259' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7860626137553202259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7860626137553202259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-cops-say-darndest-things.html' title='TT - Cops Say the Darndest Things!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5527494017638866435</id><published>2010-08-21T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:33.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"No," the second guy says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, a bald eagle just flew overhead," the first guy says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh," says the second guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of minutes later, The first guy says, "Did you see that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"See what?" the second guy asks. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you blind? There was a big, black bear walking on that hill, over there." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later the first guy says: "Did you see that?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, the second guy is getting aggravated, so he says, "Yes, I did!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first guy says: "Then why did you step in it?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5527494017638866435?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5527494017638866435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5527494017638866435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5527494017638866435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5527494017638866435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-you-see-that.html' title='Did you see that?'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8255991662428104981</id><published>2010-08-19T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Death!!</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes into work one morning crying her eyes out. Her boss, concerned about all his employees' well being, asked sympathetically, "What's the matter?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies, "Early this morning I got a phone call saying that my mother had passed away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss, feeling very sorry at this point, explains to the young girl. "Why don't you go home for the day, we aren't terribly busy. Just take the day off to relax and rest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde very calmly states, "No, I'd be better off here. I need to keep my mind off it and I have the best chance of doing that here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss agrees and allows the blonde to work as usual. "If you need anything, just let me know." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few hours pass and the boss decides to check on the blonde. He looks out over his office and sees the blonde hysterically crying!! He rushes out to her, asking, "What's so bad now. Are you gonna be ok?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" exclaims the blonde. "I just got a call from my sister. She told me that HER mom died too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8255991662428104981?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8255991662428104981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8255991662428104981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8255991662428104981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8255991662428104981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/double-death.html' title='Double Death!!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-2979064839457564500</id><published>2010-08-17T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:34.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - She was so blonde that...</title><content type='html'>...she tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice box because it said "concentrate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. ...she put lipstick on her forehead because she wanted to make up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she got stabbed in a shoot-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she told me to meet her at the corner of "WALK" and "DON'T WALK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she tried to put M&amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she sent me a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she tried to drown a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...she got locked in a grocery store and starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...if you gave her a penny for intelligence, you'd get change back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they had to burn the school down to get her out of third grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...under "education" on her job application, she put "Hooked On Phonics".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=15Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=15Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-2979064839457564500?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2979064839457564500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=2979064839457564500' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2979064839457564500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/2979064839457564500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-she-was-so-blonde-that.html' title='TT - She was so blonde that...'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1683631671229144271</id><published>2010-08-16T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:43:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesdy - GUESS THE TOON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RsIkkt6TJyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GTYulf32rZo/s1600-h/toon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RsIkkt6TJyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GTYulf32rZo/s320/toon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098677941354833698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=14Aug2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=14Aug2007&amp;meme=ww"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1683631671229144271?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1683631671229144271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1683631671229144271' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1683631671229144271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1683631671229144271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/wordless-wednesdy-guess-toon.html' title='Wordless Wednesdy - GUESS THE TOON!!!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/RsIkkt6TJyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GTYulf32rZo/s72-c/toon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-609322186712321089</id><published>2010-08-14T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:00.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are caterpillars good to eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Johnny: Daddy, are caterpillars good to eat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father: Have I not told you never to mention such things during meals! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother: Why did you say that, Junior? Why did you ask the question? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny: It's because I saw one on daddy's lettuce, but now it's gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-609322186712321089?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/609322186712321089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=609322186712321089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/609322186712321089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/609322186712321089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/are-caterpillars-good-to-eat.html' title='Are caterpillars good to eat?'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-772819757607450922</id><published>2010-08-12T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding perfect men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At a local coffee bar, a young woman was expounding on her idea of the perfect mate to some of her friends. "The man I marry must be a shining light amongst company. He must be musical. Tell jokes. Sing. And stay home at night!" An old granny overheard and spoke up, "Honey, if that's all you want, get a TV!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-772819757607450922?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/772819757607450922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=772819757607450922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/772819757607450922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/772819757607450922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/finding-perfect-men.html' title='Finding perfect men'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3166094559510401895</id><published>2010-08-10T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - The Redneck Dictionary Of Medical Terms</title><content type='html'>Artery - The study of paintings&lt;br /&gt;Bacteria- Back door to cafeteria&lt;br /&gt;Barium - What doctors do when patients die&lt;br /&gt;Cesarean Section - A neighborhood in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;Catscan - Searching for kitty&lt;br /&gt;Cauterize - Made eye contact with her.&lt;br /&gt;Colic - A sheep dog.&lt;br /&gt;Coma - A punctuation mark.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;C - Where Washington is.&lt;br /&gt;Dilate - To live long.&lt;br /&gt;Enema - Not a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Fester - Quicker than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Fibula - A small lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy TT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=08Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=08Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3166094559510401895?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3166094559510401895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3166094559510401895' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3166094559510401895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3166094559510401895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/tt-redneck-dictionary-of-medical-terms.html' title='TT - The Redneck Dictionary Of Medical Terms'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4015494092135193499</id><published>2010-08-09T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:03.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7YtQT-tOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x15ZSApxMLg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084239301332350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7YtQT-tOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x15ZSApxMLg/s200/1.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=06Aug2007&amp;amp;meme=ww" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=06Aug2007&amp;amp;meme=ww" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4015494092135193499?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4015494092135193499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4015494092135193499' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4015494092135193499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4015494092135193499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-ww_08.html' title='Happy WW!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7YtQT-tOI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x15ZSApxMLg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5445797340091645229</id><published>2010-08-05T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:03.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading of the Will</title><content type='html'>The relatives of the family's rich dowager gathered for the reading of her will after her long awaited death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being of sound mind," read the lawyer, "I spent every last cent before I died."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5445797340091645229?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5445797340091645229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5445797340091645229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5445797340091645229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5445797340091645229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/reading-of-will.html' title='Reading of the Will'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1795628677849977119</id><published>2010-08-03T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:04.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Newspaper Ads</title><content type='html'>As the following classified classics will demonstrate, there are often more laughs on the advertising and classified pages than you can find in the cartoons and comic strips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Lost: small apricot poodle. Reward. Neutered. Like one of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o A superb and inexpensive restaurant. Fine food expertly served by waitresses in appetizing forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Dinner Special -- Turkey $2.35; Chicken or Beef $2.25; Children $2.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o For sale: an antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o For sale: a quilted high chair that can be made into a table, pottie chair, rocking horse, refrigerator, spring coat, size 8 and fur collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Four-poster bed, 101 years old. Perfect for antique lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Now is your chance to have your ears pierced and get an extra pair to take home, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Wanted: 50 girls for stripping machine operators in factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Wanted: Unmarried girls to pick fresh fruit and produce at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o No matter what your topcoat is made of, this miracle spray will make it really repellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o For Sale. Three canaries of undermined sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o Creative daily specials, including select offerings of beef, foul, fresh vegetables, salads, quiche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=01Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=01Aug2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1795628677849977119?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1795628677849977119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1795628677849977119' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1795628677849977119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1795628677849977119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/tt-newspaper-ads.html' title='TT - Newspaper Ads'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8858205314148791139</id><published>2010-07-29T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:05.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies on a Log</title><content type='html'>Beth Vorhees of public TV fame said her daughter, Diana, a third-grader, was to give a demonstration speech at school. She planned to demonstrate how to make "Flies on a Log" which consists of peanut butter spread on a stalk of celery with raisins on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of her speech, Diana took out everything she needed and put it on the kitchen counter, ready to take it to school. Unfortunately, when the girl and her mother left for school, they forgot to take the items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana's mother dropped her off and went home to get the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celery was gone. The raisins were gone. The peanut butter had been put away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," said Diana's father. "I had that stuff for breakfast." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana's faithful mother rushed to gather up more ingredients and rush them to school with an apology to the teacher and an explanation of what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee," said Diana's teacher, "that's a first -- 'My dad ate my homework.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8858205314148791139?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8858205314148791139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8858205314148791139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8858205314148791139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8858205314148791139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/flies-on-log.html' title='Flies on a Log'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8612594936032064737</id><published>2010-07-27T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:06.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT - Thoughts on Aging</title><content type='html'>- Maybe it's true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are three signs of old age. The first is your loss of memory. I forget the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're getting old when you don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Middle age is when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Isn't that a bad time for a guy to get those odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know you're getting on in years when the girls at the office start confiding in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Middle age is when it takes longer to rest than to get tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Middle age is when you have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A man has reached middle age when he is cautioned to slow down by his doctor instead of by the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know you're into middle age when you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=25Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=25Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8612594936032064737?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8612594936032064737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8612594936032064737' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8612594936032064737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8612594936032064737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/tt-thoughts-on-aging.html' title='TT - Thoughts on Aging'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1043453588398309839</id><published>2010-07-26T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZFAT-tQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eL2PtYB91qU/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084239709354243330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZFAT-tQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eL2PtYB91qU/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=24Jul2007&amp;meme=ww"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=24Jul2007&amp;meme=ww"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1043453588398309839?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1043453588398309839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1043453588398309839' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1043453588398309839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1043453588398309839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-ww_06.html' title='Happy WW!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZFAT-tQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eL2PtYB91qU/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4680845268771032416</id><published>2010-07-24T07:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:08.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airline Rage</title><content type='html'>As a guy takes his seat on an airplane, he is surprised to find a parrot strapped in next to him. After taking off, the flight attendant comes around to serve the passengers on the plane. The guy asks the flight attendant for a coffee and the parrot squawks: "And get ME a coke...NOW!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant, flustered by the parrot's attitude, brings back a coke for the parrot. However, she forgets the coffee for the guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy points this out, the parrot drains his glass and screams: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get me another coke or I'll really create a scene!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite upset, the attendant comes back shaking, with another coke, but still no coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated at her forgetfulness, the man decides to try the parrot's approach. "I've asked you twice for a coffee. Go and get it right now, or I'll create a scene that will make HIS look like a Victorian tea party!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next moment, both the guy and the parrot are grabbed and thrown out of the emergency exit by two burly security guards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurtling towards earth, the parrot turns to him and says: "You're pretty cheeky for a guy who can't fly!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4680845268771032416?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4680845268771032416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4680845268771032416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4680845268771032416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4680845268771032416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/airline-rage.html' title='Airline Rage'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-786390826249137155</id><published>2010-07-20T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:08.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - Life Lesson Laws for Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Law #1: In any calculation, any error which can creep in will do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #2: Any error in any calculation will be in the direction of most harm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #3: In any formula, constants (especially those obtained from engineering handbooks) are to be treated as variables. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #4: The best approximation of service conditions in the laboratory will not begin to meet those conditions encountered in actual service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #5: The most vital dimension on any plan drawing stands the most chance of being omitted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #6: If only one bid can be secured on any project, the price will be unreasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #7: If a test installation functions perfectly, all subsequent production units will malfunction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #8: All delivery promises must be multiplied by a factor of 2.0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #9: Major changes in construction will always be requested after fabrication is nearly complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #10: Parts that positively cannot be assembled in improper order will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #11: Interchangeable parts won't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #12: Manufacturer's specifications of performance should be multiplied by a factor of 0.5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law #13: Salespeople's claims for performance should be multiplied by a factor of 0.25. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=18Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=18Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-786390826249137155?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/786390826249137155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=786390826249137155' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/786390826249137155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/786390826249137155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-thirteen-life-lesson-laws-for.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - Life Lesson Laws for Engineers'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1037801262178573419</id><published>2010-07-15T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:09.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last will &amp; testament of a farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I LEAVE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my wife: My overdraft at the bank. Maybe she can explain it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my son: Equity on my car. Now he will have to go to work to meet the payments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my banker: My soul. He has the mortgage on it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my neighbour: My clown suit. He will need it if he continues to farm as he has in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the farm credit corporation: My unpaid bills. They took some real chances on me. I want to do something for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the junk man: All my machinery. He's had his eyes on it for years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my undertaker: A special request. I want six implement dealers and six fertilizer dealers for pallbearers. They are used to carrying me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the weatherman: Rain, hail and snow for the funeral please. No sense in having good weather now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the grave digger: Don't bother. The hole I'm in now should be big enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the monument maker: Set up a jig for the epitaph. "Here lies a farmer who has now properly assumed all of his obligations." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-1037801262178573419?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1037801262178573419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1037801262178573419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1037801262178573419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1037801262178573419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-will-testament-of-farmer.html' title='Last will &amp; testament of a farmer'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-9073252961421142949</id><published>2010-07-13T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:10.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen - How To Please Your I.T. Department</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A quick check list for those who need to make contact)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's art. We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't write anything down. Ever. We can play back the error messages from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When an I.T. person says he's coming right over, go for coffee. That way you won't be there when we need your password. It's nothing for us to remember 700 screen saver passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you call the help desk, state what you want, not what's keeping you from getting it. We don't need to know that you can't get into your mail because your computer won't power on at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I.T. support sends you an E-Mail with high importance, delete it at once. We're just testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When an I.T. person is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts right out. We exist only to serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Send urgent email all in uppercase. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When the photocopier doesn't work, call computer support. There's electronics in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you're getting a NO DIAL TONE message at home, call computer support. We can fix your telephone line from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When you have a dozen old computer screens to get rid of, call computer support. We're collectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on an I.T. person's chair with no name, no phone number and no description of the problem. We love a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When an I.T. person tells you that computer screens don't have cartridges in them, argue. We love a good argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When an I.T. person tells you that he'll be there shortly, reply in a scathing tone of voice: "And just how many weeks do you mean by shortly?" That motivates us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/links.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=11Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.blenza.com/linkies/graphic.php?owner=uditbatra&amp;postid=11Jul2007&amp;meme=tt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-9073252961421142949?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9073252961421142949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=9073252961421142949' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/9073252961421142949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/9073252961421142949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/thursday-thirteen-how-to-please-your-it.html' title='Thursday Thirteen - How To Please Your I.T. Department'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-627734360296512969</id><published>2010-07-12T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy WW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZNQT-tSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/znXQgxM-bF4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084239851088164130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZNQT-tSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/znXQgxM-bF4/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-627734360296512969?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/627734360296512969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=627734360296512969' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/627734360296512969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/627734360296512969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-ww.html' title='Happy WW!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Ro7ZNQT-tSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/znXQgxM-bF4/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3569474858095482262</id><published>2010-07-10T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:12.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving All The Seats</title><content type='html'>A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied, "The balcony."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3569474858095482262?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3569474858095482262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3569474858095482262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3569474858095482262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3569474858095482262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/saving-all-seats.html' title='Saving All The Seats'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-4609546838295236494</id><published>2010-07-08T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarge &amp; the new recruits</title><content type='html'>One day, a sergeant of long service standing was trying to teach a bunch of raw recruits how to handle the rifle. The rookies were firing hither and yon and finally one of them shot the sarge in the seat of his breeches. "You dumb, censored, son of censored, censored, censored," screamed the sarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second lieutenant that was with the group cautioned, "Remember, Sarge, you're in the New Army. No profanities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant apologized to the officer and turned back to the recruit. "My goodness gracious," he said, "What on earth was your motivation in shooting me with unwarranted expenditure of valuable ammunition?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-4609546838295236494?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4609546838295236494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=4609546838295236494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4609546838295236494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/4609546838295236494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/sarge-new-recruits.html' title='Sarge &amp; the new recruits'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-7690060578800489048</id><published>2010-07-06T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:14.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Present</title><content type='html'>A mother and a daughter are shopping in the mall, when the mother eyes an expensive fur coat. "This year," she says, "I think that I will buy my present instead of making you and dad shop for me." The daughter nods in agreement. "And I think this fur coat would be perfect too." The daughter protests, "But mom, some helpless, poor creature has to suffer so that you can have this." "Don't worry honey," says the mother, "your father won't get the bill for a couple of weeks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-7690060578800489048?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7690060578800489048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=7690060578800489048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7690060578800489048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/7690060578800489048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/moms-present.html' title='Mom&apos;s Present'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5212375957273727783</id><published>2010-07-02T06:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:15.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam By Chance</title><content type='html'>A young student reported for a final examination that consisted of only true/false questions. The student took a seat in the hall, stared at the test for five minutes, removed a coin from his pocket and started tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet. Heads meant true, tails meant false. The young student finished the exam in 30 minutes, while the rest of the class was sweating it out. Suddenly, during the last few minutes, the young student began desperately throwing the coin and sweating profusely. The moderator, alarmed, approached the student and asked what was going on. "Well, I finished the exam in half an hour," said the student, "but I thought I ought to recheck my answers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5212375957273727783?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5212375957273727783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5212375957273727783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5212375957273727783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5212375957273727783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/exam-by-chance.html' title='Exam By Chance'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-151734481256485504</id><published>2010-07-01T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:16.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the Boss</title><content type='html'>The boss was complaining in our staff meeting the other day that he wasn't getting any respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he brought a small sign that read: "I'm the Boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then taped it to his office door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day when he returned from lunch, he found that someone had taped a note to the sign that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wife called, she wants her sign back!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-151734481256485504?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/151734481256485504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=151734481256485504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/151734481256485504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/151734481256485504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-boss.html' title='I&apos;m the Boss'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6727508367411783945</id><published>2010-06-29T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:17.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the teacher says and (what the teacher means)</title><content type='html'>1. Your son has a remarkable ability in gathering needed information from his classmates. (He was caught cheating on a test).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Karen is an endless fund of energy and viability.(The hyperactive monster can't stay seated for five minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fantastic imagination! Unmatched in his capacity for blending fact with fiction.(He's definitely one of the biggest liars I have ever met).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Margie exhibits a casual, relaxed attitude to school, indicating that high expectations don't intimidate her.(The lazy thing hasn't done one assignment all term).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Her athletic ability is marvelous. Superior hand-eye coordination.(The little creep stung me with a rubber band from 15 feet away).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nick thrives on interaction with his peers.(Your son needs to stop socializing and start working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your daughter's greatest asset is her demonstrative public discussions.(Classroom lawyer! Why is it that every time I explain an assignment she creates a class argument).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. John enjoys the thrill of engaging challenges with his peers.(He's a bully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. An adventurous nature lover who rarely misses opportunities to explore new territory.(Your daughter was caught skipping school at the fishing pond).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am amazed at her tenacity in retaining her youthful personality.(She's so immature that we've run out of diapers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Unlike some students who hide their emotion, Charles is very expressive and open.(He must have written the Whiner's Guide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I firmly believe that her intellectual and emotional progress would be enhanced through a year's repetition of her learning environment.(Regretfully, we believe that she is not ready for high school and must repeat the 8th grade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Her exuberant verbosity is awesome! (A mouth that never stops yacking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday Thirteen everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6727508367411783945?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6727508367411783945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6727508367411783945' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6727508367411783945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6727508367411783945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-teacher-says-and-what-teacher.html' title='What the teacher says and (what the teacher means)'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-6238239369295834376</id><published>2010-06-27T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:17.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Your Age</title><content type='html'>A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very fast, he could get in 9 holes before he had to head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn't hit the ball far but plodded along consistently and didn't waste much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the ninth fairway, and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball, directly between his ball and the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, "You know, when I was your age I'd hit the ball right over that tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard and hit the ball right smack into the top of the tree trunk, where it thudded back on the ground not a foot from where it had originally been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man offered one more comment, "Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only 3 feet tall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-6238239369295834376?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6238239369295834376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=6238239369295834376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6238239369295834376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/6238239369295834376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-i-was-your-age.html' title='When I Was Your Age'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8870220343297282416</id><published>2010-06-25T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:18.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News and Bad News</title><content type='html'>An old man visits his doctor and after thorough examination the doctor tells him: "I have good news and bad news, what would you like to hear first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: "Well, let me have the bad news first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "You have cancer, I estimate that you have about two years left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: "Oh no! That's just awful! In two years my life will be over! What kind of good news could you probably tell me, after this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "You also have Alzheimer's. In about three months you are going to forget everything I told you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8870220343297282416?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8870220343297282416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8870220343297282416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8870220343297282416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8870220343297282416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-news-and-bad-news.html' title='Good News and Bad News'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8458104601907085219</id><published>2010-06-22T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat the watermelons</title><content type='html'>The farmer thinks of ways to discourage this profit-eating situation. So he puts up a sign that reads: "WARNING! ONE OF THESE WATERMELONS CONTAINS CYANIDE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled smugly as he watched the kids run off the next night without eating any of his melons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer returns to the watermelon patch a week later to discover that none of the watermelons have been eaten, but finds another sign that reads: "NOW THERE ARE TWO!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8458104601907085219?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8458104601907085219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8458104601907085219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8458104601907085219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8458104601907085219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/eat-watermelons.html' title='Eat the watermelons'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-8567522047653351300</id><published>2010-06-19T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:20.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Software</title><content type='html'>My old boss had spent some time writing software packages for this particular program. The software usually came as source code and was executed through an interpreter. He started a small business selling his custom software. One day at a scientific meeting, he noticed another company was showing the software with 'remarkably' similar functionality as his own. He wandered over to watch the demo and the longer he watched, the more familiar it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, when the sales gerbil had gathered a good crowd, he asked in a rather loud voice, "Are you using my copyrighted copy for this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not!" the sales gerbil replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what happens if you press [key combination]?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, humor me. Do it for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, sir, but I can assure it you does . . ." and upon pressing the keys . . .the large screen popped up my boss' copyright notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was widely accepted as the biggest laugh of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-8567522047653351300?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8567522047653351300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=8567522047653351300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8567522047653351300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/8567522047653351300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/custom-software.html' title='Custom Software'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-5375977768389805380</id><published>2010-06-17T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:47:59.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young Redhead goes into the doctor's office and says that her body hurts wherever she touches it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible", says the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me." She takes her finger and pushes her elbow and screams in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushes her knee and screams, pushes her ankle and screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor says, "You're not really a redhead, are you?" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, " she says, " I'm actually a Blonde."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought so, the doctor says. "Your finger is broken."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-5375977768389805380?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5375977768389805380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=5375977768389805380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5375977768389805380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/5375977768389805380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/young-redhead-goes-into-doctors-office.html' title=''/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-1342487602425902955</id><published>2010-06-14T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:50:06.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rm3YylgYxxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rhvfWM-lPXQ/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074950718689429266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rm3YylgYxxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rhvfWM-lPXQ/s320/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy WW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4147483300950393788-1342487602425902955?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1342487602425902955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=1342487602425902955' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1342487602425902955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/1342487602425902955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday!'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnJrAKOqWvQ/Rm3YylgYxxI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rhvfWM-lPXQ/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147483300950393788.post-3038643576650223625</id><published>2010-06-13T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:50:06.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shot With a Bow</title><content type='html'>Lawyer: "Now, would you please tell the Jury the truth. Why did you shoot your husband with a bow and arrow?" Defendant: "I didn't want to wake up the children."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4147483300950393788-3038643576650223625?l=jokingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3038643576650223625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4147483300950393788&amp;postID=3038643576650223625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3038643576650223625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147483300950393788/posts/default/3038643576650223625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/shot-with-bow.html' title='Shot With a Bow'/><author><name>The Bizarre Jokester (WOW!)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15510028112924780196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l311/uditbatra/jokester.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
