<?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-4141146346784796720</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:34:31.008+07:00</updated><category term='Medical'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='People'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='College'/><category term='Sexuality'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Religious'/><category term='Blonde'/><category term='Language'/><category term='Political'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Lawyer'/><category term='Men And Women'/><category term='Tech'/><category term='Race'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Profession'/><title type='text'>The Jokesland</title><subtitle type='html'>Jokes everyday keeps the doctor away</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3522146956949746160</id><published>2009-02-27T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:43:13.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>Marriage Quotes by Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not true that married men live longer than single men. It only seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was complaining to a friend: 'I had it all - money, a beautiful house,a big car, the love of a beautiful woman; then, Pow! it was all gone!' 'What happened?' asked the friend. 'My wife found out..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Let's go out and have some fun tonight. Husband: Okay, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway light on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to open a beer? None. It should be opened by the time she brings it to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man rushes into his house and yells to his wife, 'Martha, pack up your things! I just won the California lottery!' Martha replies, 'Shall I pack for warm weather or cold?' The man responds, 'I don't care. Just so long as you're out of the house by noon!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street bald and still think they are beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months - I don't like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your wife and a lawyer were drowning and you had to choose, would you go to lunch or to a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3522146956949746160?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3522146956949746160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3522146956949746160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3522146956949746160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3522146956949746160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/02/marriage-quotes-by-men.html' title='Marriage Quotes by Men'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1358451824086561889</id><published>2009-02-27T23:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:33:47.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Sunday School Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Little Janice was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, "Tell me Janice, who created the universe?" When Janice didn't stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Almighty!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good" and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Janice, "Who is our Lord and Saviour." But, Janice didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ!" shouted Janice and the teacher said, "Very good", and Janice fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. "What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?" and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Janice jumped up and shouted, "If you stick me with that thing one more time, I'll break it in half and stick it in your ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1358451824086561889?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1358451824086561889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1358451824086561889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1358451824086561889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1358451824086561889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-school-lesson.html' title='Sunday School Lesson'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-706956460311217637</id><published>2009-02-27T23:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:22:54.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Trick Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man is sitting on his front stoop staring morosely at the ground when his neighbor strolls over. The neighbor tries to start a conversation several times, but the older man barely responds. Finally, the neighbor asks what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the man says, "I ran afoul of one of those questions women ask. Now I'm in the doghouse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question?" the neighbor asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife asked me if I would still love her when she was old, fat and ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy," says the neighbor. "You just say, 'Of course I will'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," says the other man, "that's what I meant to say. But what came out was, 'Of course I do.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-706956460311217637?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/706956460311217637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=706956460311217637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/706956460311217637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/706956460311217637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/02/trick-question.html' title='Trick Question'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2158448446592390977</id><published>2009-02-27T23:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:15:34.611+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>Female vs Male Friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship among Women: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman didn't come home one night. The next morning she told her husband that she had slept over at a friend's house. The man called his wife's 10 best friends. None of them knew anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendship among Men: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man didn't come home one night. The next morning he told his wife that he had slept over at a friend's house. The woman called her husband's 10 best friends. Eight confirmed that he had slept over, and two said he was still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2158448446592390977?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2158448446592390977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2158448446592390977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2158448446592390977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2158448446592390977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/02/female-vs-male-friendships.html' title='Female vs Male Friendships'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7254074412985650554</id><published>2009-01-27T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:24:10.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Materialistic Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A very successful lawyer parks his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he gets out, a truck passes too closely and completely rips off the door on the driver's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer immediately grabs his cell phone, dials 911, and within minutes a policeman pulls up. Before the officer has a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer starts screaming hysterically that his Lexus, which he had just bought the day before, is now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lawyer finally calms down a bit, the officer shakes his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he says. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asks the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replies, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" screams the lawyer. "Where's my Rolex?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7254074412985650554?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7254074412985650554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7254074412985650554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7254074412985650554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7254074412985650554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/materialistic-lawyer.html' title='Materialistic Lawyer'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7205082335695588758</id><published>2009-01-27T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:06:47.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>The Lawyer's Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man reluctantly attends his laywer's funeral expecting to be one of the only people there, and is surprised to see a huge turnout for this one terrible man. He turns to the people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you all at this lawyer's funeral?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man turns towards him and says, “We''re all clients.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you ALL came to pay your respects?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, we came to make sure he was really dead.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7205082335695588758?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7205082335695588758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7205082335695588758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7205082335695588758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7205082335695588758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/lawyers-funeral.html' title='The Lawyer&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5636930221615608908</id><published>2009-01-27T22:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:02:16.951+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Message From Management</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TO: All Employees&lt;br /&gt;RE: Swearing at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals&lt;br /&gt;throughout the company have been using foul language during the course&lt;br /&gt;of normal conversation with their co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to complaints received from some employees who may be easily&lt;br /&gt;offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do, however, realize the critical importance of being able to&lt;br /&gt;accurately express your feelings when communicating with co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, a list of 18 New and Innovative "TRY SAYING" phrases have&lt;br /&gt;been provided so that proper exchange of ideas and information can&lt;br /&gt;continue in an effective manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) TRY SAYING: I think you could use more training.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You don't know what the f___ you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TRY SAYING: She's an aggressive go-getter.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: She's a f___ing bit__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3) TRY SAYING: Perhaps I can work late.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: And when the f___ do you expect me to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) TRY SAYING: I'm certain that isn't feasible.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: No f___ing way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) TRY SAYING: Really?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: You've got to be sh___ing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) TRY SAYING: Perhaps you should check with...&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Tell someone who gives a sh__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) TRY SAYING: I wasn't involved in the project.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: It's not my f___ing problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) TRY SAYING: That's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: What the f___?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) TRY SAYING: I'm not sure this can be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This sh__ won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) TRY SAYING: I'll try to schedule that.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Why the f___ didn't you tell me sooner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) TRY SAYING: He's not familiar with the issues.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's got his head up his a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) TRY SAYING: Excuse me, sir?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Eat sh__ and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) TRY SAYING: So you weren't happy with it?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Kiss my a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) TRY SAYING: I'm a bit overloaded at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: F__ it, I'm on salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) TRY SAYING: I don't think you understand.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Shove it up your a__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) TRY SAYING: I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: This f___ing job sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) TRY SAYING: You want me to take care of that?&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: Who the f___ died and made you boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) TRY SAYING: He's somewhat insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF: He's a pr_ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5636930221615608908?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5636930221615608908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5636930221615608908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5636930221615608908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5636930221615608908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/message-from-management.html' title='Message From Management'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6579167389911657757</id><published>2009-01-20T19:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:43:26.366+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A Dog Named "Sex"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Usually everyone who has a dog would call the dog Rover or something. I call mine "Sex". Sex is a very embarrassing name, but I never knew HOW embarrassing until one day I took Sex for a walk and he ran away from me. I spent hours looking for him. A police officer came along and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning. I said, "I was looking for Sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My court case comes up next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I went to City Hall to get a license for Sex. The clerk asked me what I wanted, I told him I wanted a license for Sex. He said "I would like to have one too!" When I said "But this is a dog," he said he didn't care what she looked like. Then I said, "You don't understand. I've had Sex since I was two years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, "You must have been a strong boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I wanted to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding. I said, "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole lifestyle revolves around Sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he did not want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in a church. I told him everyone coming to the wedding would enjoy having Sex there. The next day we were married by the Justice of the Peace. My family is barred from the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I took the dog along with us on the honeymoon. When I checked into the motel I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and myself and a special room for Sex. The clerk said that every room in the Motel is for Sex. Then I said, "You don't understand. Sex keeps me awake at night", and the clerk said,"Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I told my friend that I had Sex on TV. He said, "Show off!" I told him it was a contest, and he told me I should have sold tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife and I separated we went to court to fight for custody of the dog. I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married" and the Judge said, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him that after I was married Sex had left me, he said, "Me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I've been thrown in jail, been married, divorced and had more trouble with that dog than I ever gambled for. Why just the other day when I went for my first visit with the psychiatrist and she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "Well, Sex has died and left my life. It's like losing a best friend and it's so lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "Look Mister, you and I both know that sex isn't man's best friend. Why not get yourself a dog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6579167389911657757?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6579167389911657757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6579167389911657757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6579167389911657757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6579167389911657757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/dog-named-sex.html' title='A Dog Named &quot;Sex&quot;'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2141137940533103598</id><published>2009-01-20T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:39:57.867+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>A Suicidal Heretic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was walking across a bridge one day, and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off. I immediately ran over and said "Stop! Don't do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why shouldn't I?" he said.&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, there's so much to live for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well ... are you religious or atheist?"&lt;br /&gt;"Religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Christian or Jewish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christian."&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Catholic or Protestant?"&lt;br /&gt;"Protestant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Episcopalian or Baptist?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baptist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?"&lt;br /&gt;"Baptist Church of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Original Baptist Church of God, or are you Reformed Baptist Church of God?"&lt;br /&gt;"Reformed Baptist Church of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! Are you Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1879, or Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915?"&lt;br /&gt;"Reformed Baptist Church of God, reformation of 1915!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which I said, "Die, heretic scum!" and pushed him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2141137940533103598?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2141137940533103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2141137940533103598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2141137940533103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2141137940533103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/suicidal-heretic.html' title='A Suicidal Heretic'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2754956464680884140</id><published>2009-01-20T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:37:55.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A Persistent Snail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man hears a knock at his door, opens it but doesn't see anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glances down, sees a snail there and being the conscientious gardener he is, tosses the snail across the road, into a field, away from his property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years go by, and one day the man hears a knock at the door, but once again, doesn't find anyone there when he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks down, sees a snail there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snail looks up at him, and in a tiny voice demands,&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2754956464680884140?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2754956464680884140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2754956464680884140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2754956464680884140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2754956464680884140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/persistent-snail.html' title='A Persistent Snail'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8519829273452955423</id><published>2009-01-20T19:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:36:17.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Blaming The Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We yanks just love to pass the blame. What other country can boast of 3 lawyers for every citizen. We come up with the best reasons to blame others for our own problems. Here's a small list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee she's holding in her lap while driving, she blames the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your teen-age son kills himself or then next door neighbors, you blame the rock 'n' roll music or musician he liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your daughter gets pregnant by the football captain you blame the school for poor sex education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle he used to shoot up with heroin was dirty, you blame the government for not providing clean ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television.&lt;br /&gt;If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the deceased blames the airline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just never understand the world as it is anymore...&lt;br /&gt;So if I die while my old, wrinkled ass is parked in front of this computer while sending you this joke - I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8519829273452955423?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8519829273452955423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8519829273452955423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8519829273452955423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8519829273452955423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/blaming-others.html' title='Blaming The Others'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6317453332786674131</id><published>2009-01-17T11:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:36:12.422+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tech'/><title type='text'>Real Flight Announcements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Occasionally, airline attendants make an effort to make the "in-flight safety&lt;br /&gt;lecture" and their other announcements a bit more entertaining. Here are some&lt;br /&gt;real examples that have been heard or reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4 ways out of&lt;br /&gt;this airplane..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot - "Folks, we have reached our cruising altitude now, so I am going to&lt;br /&gt;switch the seat belt sign off. Feel free to move about as you wish, but please&lt;br /&gt;stay inside the plane till we land ... it's a bit cold outside, and if you walk&lt;br /&gt;on the wings it affects the flight pattern."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, after landing: "Thank you for flying Delta Business Express. We hope you&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed giving us the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Washington National, a lone&lt;br /&gt;voice comes over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big fella. WHOA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in Memphis, a flight&lt;br /&gt;attendant on a Northwest flight announced: "Please take care when opening the&lt;br /&gt;overhead compartments because, after a landing like that, sure as Hell&lt;br /&gt;everything has shifted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Southwest Airlines employee.... "Welcome aboard Southwest Flight XXX to&lt;br /&gt;YYY. To operate your seatbelt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull&lt;br /&gt;tight. It works just like every other seatbelt, and if you don't know how to&lt;br /&gt;operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised. In the event&lt;br /&gt;of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, oxygen masks will descend from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over your face. If you have a small&lt;br /&gt;child traveling with you, secure your mask before assisting with theirs. If you&lt;br /&gt;are traveling with two small children, decide now which one you love more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds, but they'll&lt;br /&gt;try to have them fixed before we arrive. Thank you, and remember, nobody loves&lt;br /&gt;you, or your money, more than Southwest Airlines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you exit the plane, please make sure to gather all of your belongings.&lt;br /&gt;Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants.&lt;br /&gt;Please do not leave children or spouses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last one off the plane must clean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the pilot during his welcome message: "We are pleased to have some of&lt;br /&gt;the best flight attendants in the industry ...Unfortunately none of them are on&lt;br /&gt;this flight...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard on Southwest Airlines just after a very hard landing in Salt Lake City:&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was quite a bump and I&lt;br /&gt;know what ya'll are thinking. I'm here to tell you it wasn't the airline's&lt;br /&gt;fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight attendants'&lt;br /&gt;fault.....it was the asphalt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flight Attendant's comment on a less than perfect landing: "We ask you&lt;br /&gt;to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real crusher of a landing in Phoenix, the Flight Attendant came on&lt;br /&gt;with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until Captain Crash and&lt;br /&gt;the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching halt up against the gate.&lt;br /&gt;And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the warning bells are silenced, we'll&lt;br /&gt;open the door and you can pick your way through the wreckage to the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a Flight Attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to thank you&lt;br /&gt;folks for flying with us today. And, the next time you get the insane urge to go&lt;br /&gt;blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal tube, we hope you'll think of&lt;br /&gt;us here at US Airways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6317453332786674131?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6317453332786674131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6317453332786674131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6317453332786674131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6317453332786674131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-flight-announcements.html' title='Real Flight Announcements'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4367013004956500349</id><published>2009-01-09T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:52:41.812+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>Psychology Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A very shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting at&lt;br /&gt;the bar. After an hour of gathering up his courage he finally goes&lt;br /&gt;over to her and asks, tentatively, "Um, would you mind if I chatted&lt;br /&gt;with you for a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, "No, I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;with you tonight!" Everyone in the bar is now staring at them.&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, the guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he&lt;br /&gt;slinks back to his table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and apologizes. She&lt;br /&gt;smiles at him and says, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I'm&lt;br /&gt;a graduate student in psychology and I'm studying how people respond&lt;br /&gt;to embarrassing situations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he responds, at the top of his lungs, "What do you mean,&lt;br /&gt;$200?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4367013004956500349?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4367013004956500349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4367013004956500349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4367013004956500349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4367013004956500349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/psychology-student.html' title='Psychology Student'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-116874048649452885</id><published>2009-01-09T21:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:29:37.601+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>Liver and Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A black guy, a white guy, and a Mexican guy were eying a hot chick from across a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She notices them looking at her, so she walks up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, " I want a man that's smart. Use the words LIVER and CHEESE in one sentence. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black guy goes " I love to eat liver and cheese. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white guy goes " I like to cook liver and cheese. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican guy goes up to the girl and tells the guys " liver alone, cheese mine!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-116874048649452885?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/116874048649452885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=116874048649452885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/116874048649452885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/116874048649452885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/liver-and-cheese.html' title='Liver and Cheese'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3894978695441871269</id><published>2009-01-09T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:23:13.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>No Honey for a Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day, a little boy, was outside in the backyard stomping on honeybees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his father came out and saw what the little boy was doing, he made&lt;br /&gt;him stop right away and told the little boy, "That's it for you. No&lt;br /&gt;honey for a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then the little boy went to the front yard of the house and&lt;br /&gt;started stomping on butterflies. When his father saw what Teddy was&lt;br /&gt;doing, he made him stop right away and said, "Stomping on butterflies is&lt;br /&gt;a terrible thing to do. Just for that, no butter for a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, little boy and his father went into the kitchen and saw the&lt;br /&gt;little boy's mother stomping on cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy turned to his father and said, "Should I tell her or&lt;br /&gt;should you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3894978695441871269?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3894978695441871269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3894978695441871269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3894978695441871269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3894978695441871269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-honey-for-week.html' title='No Honey for a Week'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5450204212884353986</id><published>2009-01-03T02:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:05:52.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>Native Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A salesman is driving toward home in Northern Arizona when he sees a Navajo man hitchhiking. Because the trip had been long and quiet, he stops the car and the Navajo man climbs in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During their small talk, the Navajo man glances surreptitiously at a brown bag on the front seat between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're wondering what's in the bag," offers the salesman, "it's a bottle of wine. I got it for my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Navajo man is silent for awhile, nods several times and says, "Good trade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5450204212884353986?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5450204212884353986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5450204212884353986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5450204212884353986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5450204212884353986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/native-wisdom.html' title='Native Wisdom'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4576485817497590668</id><published>2009-01-03T01:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:59:59.893+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Two Zebras Pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Two zebras are talking and one asks the other, "Am I black with white stripes or white with black stripes?"&lt;br /&gt;The other replies, "Well I don't know. You should pray to God about that and ask him."&lt;br /&gt;So that night he did and God replied, "You are what you are." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he said to the other zebra,&lt;br /&gt;"I still don't understand what I am because God just said, You are what you are."&lt;br /&gt;The second zebra responds, "You must be white with black stripes or else God would have said, Yo is what yo is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4576485817497590668?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4576485817497590668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4576485817497590668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4576485817497590668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4576485817497590668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-zebras-pondering.html' title='Two Zebras Pondering'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8315380920122157975</id><published>2009-01-03T01:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:45:18.697+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;God went to the Arabs and said, "I have Commandments for you that will make your lives better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arabs asked, "What are Commandments?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord said, "They are rules for living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you give us an example?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shall not kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not kill?&lt;br /&gt;We're not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So He went to the Blacks and said, "I have Commandments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blacks wanted an example, and the Lord said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honor thy Father and Mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father? We don't know who our fathers are."&lt;br /&gt;We're not interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then He went to the Mexicans and said, "I have Commandments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexicans also wanted an example, and the Lord said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shall not steal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not steal?&lt;br /&gt;We're not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then He went to the French and said, "I have Commandments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French too wanted an example and the Lord said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou shall not commit adultery."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not commit adultery?&lt;br /&gt;We're not interested."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, He went to the Jews and said, "I have Commandments."&lt;br /&gt;"Commandments?" They said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much are they?"&lt;br /&gt;"They're free."&lt;br /&gt;"Free? We'll take 10."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8315380920122157975?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8315380920122157975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8315380920122157975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8315380920122157975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8315380920122157975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-commandments.html' title='The Ten Commandments'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6584715943997209176</id><published>2009-01-03T01:38:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:12:02.843+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>NASA And The Navajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When NASA was preparing for the Apollo project, it did some astronaut training near a Navajo Indian reservation. One day, a Navajo elder and his son came across the space crew. The old man, who spoke only Navajo, asked a question which his son translated. What are these guys in the big suits doing?&lt;br /&gt;A member of the crew said they were practicing for their trip to the moon. The old man got very excited and asked if he could send a message to the moon with the astronauts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing a promotional opportunity, the NASA folks found a tape recorder. After the old man recorded his message, they asked his son to translate it. He refused. They then took the tape to the reservation, where the rest of the tribe listened and laughed but refused to translate the elder's message to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the NASA crew called in an official government translator. He reported that the message said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch out for these guys. They have come to steal your land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6584715943997209176?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6584715943997209176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6584715943997209176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6584715943997209176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6584715943997209176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/nasa-and-navajo.html' title='NASA And The Navajo'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6779205217853888875</id><published>2009-01-03T01:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:36:59.059+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>Fluctuations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went&lt;br /&gt;to the currency exchange window at the local bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short line. Just one guy in front of me...an Asian guy who was trying&lt;br /&gt;to exchange yen for dollars and he was a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked the teller, "Why it change?? Yestoday, I get two hunat dolla&lt;br /&gt;fo yen. Today I get hunat eighty?? Why it change?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fluctuations" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian guy says, "Fluc you white people too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6779205217853888875?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6779205217853888875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6779205217853888875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6779205217853888875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6779205217853888875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/fluctuations.html' title='Fluctuations'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3497514768876646260</id><published>2009-01-03T01:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:29:21.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>Divorce Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A judge was interviewing a woman regarding her pending divorce, and asked, "What are the grounds for your divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "About four acres and a nice little home in the middle of the property with a stream running by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he said, "I mean what is the foundation of this case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is made of concrete, brick and mortar," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean," he continued, "What are your relations like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have an aunt and uncle living here in town, and so do my husband's parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Do you have a real grudge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, "We have a two-car carport and have never really needed one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," he tried again, "is there any infidelity in your marriage?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Yes, both my son and daughter have stereo sets. We don't necessarily like the music, but the answer to your questions is yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, does your husband ever beat you up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she responded, "about twice a week he gets up earlier than I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, in frustration, the judge asked, "Lady, why do you want a divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't want a divorce," she replied. "I've never wanted a divorce. My husband does. He said he can't communicate with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3497514768876646260?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3497514768876646260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3497514768876646260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3497514768876646260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3497514768876646260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/divorce-court.html' title='Divorce Court'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2677564088428212800</id><published>2009-01-03T01:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:26:49.954+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><title type='text'>How Big Is Wal-Mart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 .&lt;br /&gt;At Wal-Mart,&lt;br /&gt;Americans spend $36,000,000 every hour&lt;br /&gt;Of every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 .&lt;br /&gt;This works out to $20,928 profit&lt;br /&gt;Every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart will sell more&lt;br /&gt;From January 1 to St. Patrick's Day (March 17th)&lt;br /&gt;Than Target sells all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart is bigger than Home Depot +&lt;br /&gt;Kroger + Target + Sears + Costco +&lt;br /&gt;K-Mart combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart employs 1.6 million people&lt;br /&gt;And is the largest private employer. And most can't speak English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart is the largest company&lt;br /&gt;In the history of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart now sells more food&lt;br /&gt;Than Kroger &amp;amp; Safeway combined,&lt;br /&gt;And keep in mind they did this&lt;br /&gt;In only 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;During this same period,&lt;br /&gt;31 Supermarket chains sought bankruptcy&lt;br /&gt;(including Winn-Dixie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart now sells more food&lt;br /&gt;Than any other store in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;Wal-Mart has approx 3,900 stores&lt;br /&gt;In the USA of which 1,906 are SuperCenters;&lt;br /&gt;This is 1,000 more than it had 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;This year, 7.2 billion different&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing experiences will occur&lt;br /&gt;At a Wal-Mart store.&lt;br /&gt;(Earth's population is approximately 6.5 billion.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;90% of all Americans live&lt;br /&gt;Within 15 miles of a Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;Let Wal-Mart bail out Wall Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2677564088428212800?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2677564088428212800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2677564088428212800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2677564088428212800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2677564088428212800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-big-is-wal-mart.html' title='How Big Is Wal-Mart?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2475698342982105617</id><published>2009-01-03T01:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:21:45.494+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>New Indian Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was the first day of a school in USA and a new Indian student named Chandrasekhar Subramanian entered the fourth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American History. Who said 'Give me Liberty , or give me Death'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw a sea of b lank faces, except for Chandrasekhar, who had his hand up: 'Patrick Henry, 1775' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Very good!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no response except from Chandrasekhar. 'Abraham Lincoln, 1863' said Chandrasekhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher snapped at the class, 'Class, you should be ashamed. Chandrasekhar, who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She heard a loud whisper: 'Screw the Indians,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who said that?' she demanded. Chandrasekhar put his hand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'General Custer, 1862.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, a student in the back said, 'I'm gonna puke.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher glares around and asks 'All right! Now, who said that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Chandrasekhar says, 'George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now furious, another student yells, 'Oh yeah? Suck this!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, 'Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with almost mob hysteria someone said 'You little shit. If you say anything else, I'll kill you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandrasekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, ' Michael Jackson to the child witnesses testifying against him- 2004.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, 'Oh shit, we're screwed!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chandrasekhar said quietly, 'I think it was the American people, November 4th, 2008".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2475698342982105617?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2475698342982105617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2475698342982105617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2475698342982105617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2475698342982105617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-indian-student.html' title='New Indian Student'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-988065994273155219</id><published>2009-01-03T01:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:15:26.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>Proof Jesus was....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Jewish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He went into his father's business.&lt;br /&gt;2. He lived at home until the age of 33.&lt;br /&gt;3. He was sure his mother was a virgin, and his mother was sure he was God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Irish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He never got married.&lt;br /&gt;2. He never held a steady job.&lt;br /&gt;3. His last request was a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Puerto Rican:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His first name was Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2. He was always in trouble with the law.&lt;br /&gt;3. His mother did not know who his father was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Italian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He talked with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;2. He had wine with every meal.&lt;br /&gt;3. He used olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Black:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He called everybody brother.&lt;br /&gt;2. He liked Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;3. He couldn't get a fair trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Californian:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He never cut his hair.&lt;br /&gt;2. He walked around barefoot all the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. He started a new religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the most compelling evidence of all - proof that Jesus was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He had to feed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no food.&lt;br /&gt;2 . He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more work for him to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-988065994273155219?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/988065994273155219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=988065994273155219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/988065994273155219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/988065994273155219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/proof-jesus-was.html' title='Proof Jesus was....'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7170677083475813610</id><published>2009-01-01T22:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:07:48.822+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Quick Thinking Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a boy who worked in the produce section of a market. A man came in&lt;br /&gt;and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy told him that they only sold&lt;br /&gt;whole heads of lettuce. But the man said that he did not need a whole head, only&lt;br /&gt;a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy explained that he would have to ask the manager. So he walked into the&lt;br /&gt;back room and said, "There is some jerk out there who wants to buy only a half a&lt;br /&gt;head of lettuce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he said it, he turned to find the man standing right behind him. Realizing&lt;br /&gt;he had been overheard, the boy quickly added, "and this gentleman wants to buy&lt;br /&gt;the other half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager okayed the request, and the man went on his way. Later, the&lt;br /&gt;manager said to the boy, "You almost got yourself in a lot of trouble earlier,&lt;br /&gt;but I must say I was impressed with the way you got out of it. You think on your&lt;br /&gt;feet, and we like that around here. Where are you from son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "Minnesota, sir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really? Why did you leave Minnesota," asked the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "They're all just hookers and hockey players up there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife is from Minnesota!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "Oh Really! What team did she play for?"    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7170677083475813610?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7170677083475813610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7170677083475813610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7170677083475813610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7170677083475813610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-thinking-boy.html' title='Quick Thinking Boy'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4203558336489592688</id><published>2008-12-31T21:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:21:51.226+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Daughter's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A family was having some people to dinner. At the table, the mother turned to&lt;br /&gt;her six- year-old daughter and said, "Would you like to say the blessing?&lt;br /&gt;" I wouldn't know what to say," replied the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just say what you hear Mommy say," the woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter bowed her head and said: "Dear Lord, why on earth did I invite&lt;br /&gt;all these people to dinner?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4203558336489592688?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4203558336489592688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4203558336489592688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4203558336489592688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4203558336489592688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/daughters-prayer.html' title='Daughter&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5593503758390875145</id><published>2008-12-31T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:20:42.772+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Wise Old Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A wise old gentleman retired and purchased a modest home near a junior high&lt;br /&gt;school. He spent the first few weeks of his retirement in peace and contentment.&lt;br /&gt;Then a new school year began. The very next afternoon three young boys, full of&lt;br /&gt;youthful, after-school enthusiasm, came down his street, beating merrily on&lt;br /&gt;every trashcan they encountered. The crashing percussion continued day after&lt;br /&gt;day, until finally the wise old man decided it was time to take some action.&lt;br /&gt;The next afternoon, he walked out to meet the young percussionists as they&lt;br /&gt;banged their way down the street. Stopping them, he said, "You kids are a lot of&lt;br /&gt;fun. I like to see you express your exuberance like that. In fact, I used to do&lt;br /&gt;the same thing when I was your age. Will you do me a favor? I'll give you each a&lt;br /&gt;dollar if you'll promise to come around every day and do your thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were elated and continued to do a bang-up job on the trashcans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, the old-timer greeted the kids again, but this time he had a&lt;br /&gt;sad smile on his face. "This recession's really putting a big dent in my&lt;br /&gt;income," he told them. "From now on, I'll only be able to pay you 50 cents to&lt;br /&gt;beat on the cans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noisemakers were obviously displeased, but they accepted his offer and&lt;br /&gt;continued their afternoon ruckus. A few days later, the wily retiree approached&lt;br /&gt;them again as they drummed their way down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," he said, "I haven't received my Social Security check yet, so I'm not&lt;br /&gt;going to be able to give you more than 25 cents. Will that be okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A freaking' quarter?" the drum leader exclaimed. "If you think we're going to&lt;br /&gt;waste our time, beating these cans around for a quarter, you're nuts! No way,&lt;br /&gt;dude. We quit!" And the old man enjoyed peace and serenity for the rest of his&lt;br /&gt;days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5593503758390875145?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5593503758390875145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5593503758390875145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5593503758390875145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5593503758390875145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/wise-old-man.html' title='A Wise Old Man'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7871801019159687856</id><published>2008-12-30T23:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:12:03.844+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>CEO's Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A bright young executive had just been hired as the new CEO of a large high tech firm. The CEO who was stepping down met with him privately and handed him three numbered envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open these if you run up against a problem you don't think you can handle," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things went along pretty smoothly, but six months later, sales took a nosedive and he was really catching a lot of heat from the board. At wit's end, he remembered the envelopes. He went to his drawer and tookout the first envelope. The message read, "Blame your predecessor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new CEO called a press conference and tactfully laid the blame at the feet of the previous CEO. Satisfied with his comments, the board, the press, and Wall Street responded positively, sales picked up, stockprices rose and the problem was soon behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, the company was again experiencing a slight dip insales, combined with serious problems getting new product to market. Having learned from his previous experience, the CEO wasted no time inopening the second envelope. The message read, "Reorganize." This he did, and again the company quickly rebounded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After several consecutive profitable quarters, the company once again fell on difficult times. The CEO went to his office, closed the door and opened the third envelope. The simple message said, "Prepare three envelopes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7871801019159687856?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7871801019159687856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7871801019159687856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7871801019159687856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7871801019159687856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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in one sentence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHNNY: "De-feet of DE-duck went over De-fence before De-tail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5473004469332022088?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5473004469332022088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5473004469332022088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5473004469332022088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5473004469332022088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-johnny.html' title='Little Johnny'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2932046164176031590</id><published>2008-12-30T22:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:53:20.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>Definitions of A Diplomat</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Always knows what to talk about, but doesn't always talk about what he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Always tries to settle problems created by other diplomats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can always make himself misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can bring home the bacon without spilling the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can convince his wife not to hide her nice body under a floor-length sable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can convince his wife to show off her new coat in a bus rather than in a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can juggle a hot potato long enough for it to become a cold issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can keep his shirt on while getting something off his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can look happy when he has unexpected dinner guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can make his wife believe she will look fat in a mink coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can make nothing sound like something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can put his best foot forward when he doesn't have a leg to stand on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can put his foot down without stepping on someone's toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can say the nastiest things in the nicest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can tell a man he's open-minded when he means he has a hole in his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can tell you to go to hell so tactfully that you look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Comes right out and says what he thinks when he agrees with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Divides his time between running for office and running for cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Has a straightforward way of dodging issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Knows how far to go before he goes too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lets you do all the talking while he gets what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Never tells a woman how nice she looks in a gown. He tells her how nice the gown looks on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Puts his cards on the table, but still has some up each sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Straddles an issue whenever he isn't dodging one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will approach every question with an open mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will lay down your life for his country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Will refuse to answer any question on the ground it might eliminate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2932046164176031590?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2932046164176031590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2932046164176031590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2932046164176031590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2932046164176031590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/definitions-of-diplomat.html' title='Definitions of A Diplomat'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2255512245612341644</id><published>2008-12-30T22:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:44:29.279+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Son's Future Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An older couple had a son, who was still living with them. The parents were a little worried, as the son was still unable to decide about his future career, so they decided to do a small test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a ten-dollar bill, a bible, and a bottle of whiskey, and put them on the front hall table... then they hid, pretending they were not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father's plan was: "If our son takes the money, he will be a businessman, if he takes the bible, he will be a priest, but if he takes the bottle of whiskey, I'm afraid our son will be a drunkard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the parents hid in the nearby closet and waited nervously. Peeping through the keyhole they saw their son arrive. The son saw the note they had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he took the 10-dollar bill, looked at it against the light, and slid it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he took the bible, flicked through it, and took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he grabbed the bottle, opened it, and took an appreciative whiff to be assured of the quality ...then he left for his room, carrying all three items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father slapped his forehead, and said: "Darn, it's even worse than I could ever have imagined.. " "Our son is going to be a politician!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2255512245612341644?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2255512245612341644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2255512245612341644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2255512245612341644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2255512245612341644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/sons-future-career.html' title='Son&apos;s Future Career'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7265679708189426775</id><published>2008-12-30T22:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:42:52.430+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A nun was walking in the convent when one of the Fathers noticed she was gaining a little weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?", he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, Father. Just a little gas." Sister Susan explained, matter-of-factly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month or so later the Father noticed that she had gained even more weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Gaining some weight are we Sister Susan?", he asked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, Father. Just a little gas." She replied again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later the Father noticed Sister Susan pushing a baby carriage in the convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned over and looked in the carraige and said - "What a cute little fart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4141146346784796720-7265679708189426775?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7265679708189426775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7265679708189426775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7265679708189426775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7265679708189426775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/gaining-little-weight-are-we-sister.html' title='Gaining a little weight are we sister Susan?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2021016158216823108</id><published>2008-12-27T17:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:52:01.241+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Three Student's Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An Engineering Student, a Physics Student, and a Mathematics student were each given $150 dollars and were told to use that money to find out exactly how tall a particular hotel was. All three ran off, extremely keen on how to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physics student went out, purchased some stopwatches, a number of ball&lt;br /&gt;bearings, a calculator, and some friends. He had them all time the drop of ball&lt;br /&gt;bearings from the roof, and he then figured out the height from the time it took&lt;br /&gt;for the bearings to accelerate from rest until they impacted with the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math student waited until the sun was going down, then she took out her&lt;br /&gt;protractor, plumb line, measuring tape, and scratch pad, measured the length of&lt;br /&gt;the shadow, found the angle the buildings roof made from the ground, and used&lt;br /&gt;trigonometry to figure out the height of the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, with all that was involved in getting this experiment done, they&lt;br /&gt;were up plenty late studying for other courses' exams. These two students bumped&lt;br /&gt;into the engineering student the next day, which looked quite refreshed. When&lt;br /&gt;asked what he did to find the height of the building he replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I walked up to the bell hop, gave him 10 bucks, asked him how tall the&lt;br /&gt;hotel was, and went inside for happy hour!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2021016158216823108?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2021016158216823108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2021016158216823108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2021016158216823108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2021016158216823108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-students-competition.html' title='Three Student&apos;s Competition'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1337527391933377953</id><published>2008-12-27T17:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:33:19.779+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Exxon - Mobil Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the wake of the Exxon - Mobil deal and the AOL - Netscape deal, here are the latest mergers we can expect to see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hale Business Systems, Mary Kay Cosmetics, Fuller Brush, and W.R. Grace Company merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hale Mary Fuller Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PolyGram Records, Warner Brothers, and Keebler Crackers merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Polly-Warner-Cracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 3M and Goodyear merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMMGood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. John Deere and Abitibi-Price merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deere Abi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Zippo Manufacturing, Audi Motors, Dofasco, and Dakota Mining merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zip Audi Do Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honeywell, Imasco, and Home Oil merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honey I'm Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Denison Mines, and Alliance and Metal Mining merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine, All Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Knott's Berry Farm and the National Organization for Women merge to become &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knott NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1337527391933377953?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1337527391933377953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1337527391933377953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1337527391933377953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1337527391933377953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/exxon-mobil-deal.html' title='Exxon - Mobil Deal'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5180149498072083367</id><published>2008-12-27T17:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:34:09.776+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Office Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I cannot accept, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off. Also, help me to be&lt;br /&gt;careful of the toes I step on today, as they may be connected to the ass that I may have to kiss tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5180149498072083367?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5180149498072083367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5180149498072083367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5180149498072083367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5180149498072083367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/office-prayer.html' title='Office Prayer'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5070271990851284021</id><published>2008-12-26T00:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:44:48.858+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Amazing Results of Statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Ten percent of all car thieves are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;2. All polar bears are left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;3. If your car is stolen, there's a 10 percent chance it was taken by a Polar bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 39 percent of unemployed men wear spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;2. 80 percent of employed men wear spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;3. Work stuffs up your eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All dogs are animals.&lt;br /&gt;2. All cats are animals.&lt;br /&gt;3. Therefore, all dogs are cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A total of 4000 cans are opened around the world every second.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ten babies are conceived around the world every second.&lt;br /&gt;3. Each time you open a can, you stand a 1 in 400 chance of becoming pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5070271990851284021?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5070271990851284021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5070271990851284021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5070271990851284021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5070271990851284021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-results-of-statistics.html' title='Amazing Results of Statistics'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2830362909552813646</id><published>2008-12-25T22:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:39:38.128+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Interview Techniques</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An engineer, a physicist, and a lawyer were being interviewed for a position&lt;br /&gt;as chief executive officer of a large corporation.&lt;br /&gt;The engineer was interviewed first, and was asked a long list of questions,&lt;br /&gt;ending with "How much is two plus two?" The engineer excused himself, and made a&lt;br /&gt;series of measurements and calculations before returning to the board room and&lt;br /&gt;announcing, "Four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physicist was next interviewed, and was asked the same questions. Before&lt;br /&gt;answering the last question, he excused himself, made for the library, and did a&lt;br /&gt;great deal of research. After a consultation with the United States Bureau of&lt;br /&gt;Standards and many calculations, he also announced "Four."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was interviewed last, and was asked the same questions. At the end&lt;br /&gt;of his interview, before answering the last question, he drew all the shades in&lt;br /&gt;the room, looked outside the door to see if anyone was there, checked the&lt;br /&gt;telephone for listening devices, and asked "How much do you want it to be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2830362909552813646?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2830362909552813646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2830362909552813646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2830362909552813646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2830362909552813646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/interview-techniques.html' title='Interview Techniques'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4938402366349788212</id><published>2008-12-25T22:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:25:50.043+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Psychiatric Hotline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello, welcome to the psychiatric Hotline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are obsessive-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are co-dependant, please ask someone to press 2. If you have multiple&lt;br /&gt;personalities, please press 3, 4,5 and 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want, so&lt;br /&gt;please stay on the line so we can trace the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a little&lt;br /&gt;voice will tell you which number to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are anxious, just start pressing numbers at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are phobic, don't press anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you are anal-retentive, please hold.    &lt;/span&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/4141146346784796720-4938402366349788212?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4938402366349788212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4938402366349788212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4938402366349788212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4938402366349788212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/psychiatric-hotline.html' title='Psychiatric Hotline'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6818812782155226286</id><published>2008-12-25T00:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:18:36.439+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>A Code Of Ethical Behavior For Patients</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Do not expect your doctor to share your discomfort. Involvement with the&lt;br /&gt;patient's suffering might cause him to lose valuable scientific objectivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful at all times. Your doctor leads a busy and trying life and&lt;br /&gt;requires all the gentleness and reassurance he can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to suffer from the disease for which you are being treated. Remember that&lt;br /&gt;your doctor has a professional reputation to uphold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not complain if the treatment fails to bring relief. You must believe that&lt;br /&gt;your doctor has achieved a deep insight into the true nature of your illness,&lt;br /&gt;which transcends any mere permanent disability you may have experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask your doctor to explain what he is doing or why he is doing it. It is&lt;br /&gt;presumptuous to assume that such profound matters could be explained in terms&lt;br /&gt;that you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay your medical bills promptly and willingly. You should consider it a&lt;br /&gt;privilege to contribute, however modestly, to the well-being of physicians,&lt;br /&gt;health care managers and other humanitarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not suffer from ailments not covered by your health care plan. It is a&lt;br /&gt;waste of resources to contract illnesses that are beyond your means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never reveal any of the shortcomings that have come to light in the course of&lt;br /&gt;treatment by your doctor. The patient-doctor relationship is a privileged one&lt;br /&gt;and you have a sacred duty to protect him from exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never die while in your doctor's presence or under his direct care. This will&lt;br /&gt;only cause him needless inconvenience and embarrassment.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6818812782155226286?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6818812782155226286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6818812782155226286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6818812782155226286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6818812782155226286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/12/code-of-ethical-behavior-for-patients.html' title='A Code Of Ethical Behavior For Patients'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5419178969886692231</id><published>2008-11-26T20:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:04:37.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>I can't believe you are telling me this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two Jewish men, Moses and Jacob, are talking to one other. Moses says to&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: "Jacob, you won't believe this. I send my son to Israel to study. And he&lt;br /&gt;comes back a Christian!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob replies, "Moses, Moses! I can't believe you are telling me this! Not one&lt;br /&gt;year ago, I send my son to the Holy Land to study...and he too comes back a&lt;br /&gt;Christian! What shall we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two men decide to ask their beloved Rabbi. "Rabbi, Rabbi! We send our sons&lt;br /&gt;to Israel--the Holy Land--to study. And they come back Christian! We don't know&lt;br /&gt;what to do. Can you help us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian! I mean, I'm a Rabbi, how do you think I feel? It's so embarrassing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no other alternative, the three men turn to God. Moses, Jacob, and the&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi go outside. They each light a candle, and join hands in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rabbi speaks: "God, we come to you for help. We send our sons to the Holy&lt;br /&gt;Land to study; to become learned men and do your work. And they come back&lt;br /&gt;Christians! We do not know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a gust of wind comes and blows out the candles. The sky darkens, and&lt;br /&gt;the clouds open up to the heavens. A big, booming voice echoes down upon the&lt;br /&gt;three men......"I can't believe you are telling me this, the same thing happened&lt;br /&gt;to ME!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5419178969886692231?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5419178969886692231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5419178969886692231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5419178969886692231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5419178969886692231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-believe-you-are-telling-me-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe you are telling me this'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3660103352618651454</id><published>2008-11-26T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:54:44.793+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>The Pope's Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well, yes," the Pope replied. "I have often pondered some of the mysteries&lt;br /&gt;which have puzzled and confounded theologians through the ages. Are there&lt;br /&gt;perhaps any transcripts which recorded the actual conversations between God and&lt;br /&gt;the prophets of old? I would love to see what was actually said, without the&lt;br /&gt;dimming of memories over time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter immediately ushered the Pope to the heavenly library and explained&lt;br /&gt;how to retrieve the various documents. The Pope was thrilled and settled down to&lt;br /&gt;review the history of humanity's relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two years later, a scream of anguish pierced the quiet of the library.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately several of the saints and angels came running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found the Pope pointing to a single word on a parchment, repeating over&lt;br /&gt;and over: "There's an 'R'. There's an 'R.' There's an 'R'... It's CELIBRATE, not&lt;br /&gt;celibate!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3660103352618651454?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3660103352618651454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3660103352618651454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3660103352618651454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3660103352618651454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/11/popes-surprise.html' title='The Pope&apos;s Surprise'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8639578172549661236</id><published>2008-11-26T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:50:58.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Heaven's Entrance Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Christian, a Muslim and a Buddhist die and arrive at the Gate of Heaven. An&lt;br /&gt;angel (or diva) stops them and asks, "Why do you come here? Can you tell me the&lt;br /&gt;reasons why you are allowed to enter Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christian replies, "My ancestors disobeyed God, and I sinned all my life:&lt;br /&gt;I killed, I lied, I cheated my wife and I was greedy. However, Jesus died for me&lt;br /&gt;and all my sins are forgiven. So I deserved to enter Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," replies the Angel. "Sounds good, but I must give you an entrance&lt;br /&gt;examination before you can enter." The Christian promptly agrees and the Angel&lt;br /&gt;asks him: "How do you spell God?" It is an easy question, and the Christian&lt;br /&gt;passes through the Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next came the Muslim, who says, "I had not done any good or evil things during&lt;br /&gt;my life but I was very devout. I prayed to God five times a day. So, I too&lt;br /&gt;should enter Heaven." The Angel replies, "It sounds OK to me, but I have to give&lt;br /&gt;you a test also. How do you spell Allah?" The Muslim passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it is the Buddhist's turn, who tells the Angel, "I had done all the&lt;br /&gt;good things in my life and I followed Buddha's five precepts: I never killed, I&lt;br /&gt;donated to charities, I meditated every day, and I never cheated my boss or my&lt;br /&gt;customers." The Angel replies, "That is very good, but there are no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;You must pass the entrance test also in order to get in." Thinking that the test&lt;br /&gt;should be simple, he agrees to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel then asks him: "How to spell Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8639578172549661236?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8639578172549661236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8639578172549661236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8639578172549661236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8639578172549661236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/11/heavens-entrance-exam.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Entrance Exam'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-908697996278190689</id><published>2008-10-07T22:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:32:58.812+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyer'/><title type='text'>Why are you eating grass?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;One afternoon, a wealthy lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine&lt;br /&gt;when he saw two men eating grass by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;He ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you eating grass?" he asked one man.&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have any money for food." the poor man replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come along with me then."&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with two children!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them along! And you, come with us too!", he said to the other man.&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with six children!" the second man answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed into the car, which was no easy task, even for a car&lt;br /&gt;as large as the limo. Once underway, one of the poor fellows says,&lt;br /&gt; "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer replied, "No problem, the grass at my home is about two feet tall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-908697996278190689?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/908697996278190689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=908697996278190689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/908697996278190689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/908697996278190689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-are-you-eating-grass.html' title='Why are you eating grass?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-491459352675472515</id><published>2008-09-25T18:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:32:19.116+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Five Minutes Management Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when the doorbell rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'It was Bob the next door neighbor,' she replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt;She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;br /&gt;The priest nearly had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.&lt;br /&gt;The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.&lt;br /&gt;It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.&lt;br /&gt;They rub it and a Genie comes out.&lt;br /&gt;The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'&lt;br /&gt;'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.' Puff! She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;Puff! He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull.&lt;br /&gt;'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'&lt;br /&gt;'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull.&lt;br /&gt;They're packed with nutrients.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top  of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.&lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUS ENDS THE FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT LESSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-491459352675472515?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://voldenuit.us/' title='Five Minutes Management Lessons'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/491459352675472515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=491459352675472515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/491459352675472515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/491459352675472515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-minutes-management-lessons.html' title='Five Minutes Management Lessons'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4921738830556330099</id><published>2008-09-22T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:37:18.974+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Twenty Management Styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1) MANAGING BY WALKING FASTER THAN THE EMPLOYEES&lt;br /&gt;These kind of managers you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;will always see in the corridor, ten steps away. "We'll have to talk" you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hear them say, just as they have disappeared around the corner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2) MANAGING BY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW&lt;br /&gt;These managers you usually meet with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;their backside faced to you with their hands in their pockets. When you talk to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;them, their thoughts keep staring out of the windows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3) MANAGING BY POST-ITS&lt;br /&gt;Some managers forget everything. They want to impress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you with their 'busy'ness by continuously writing on Post-Its while you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;talking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4) MANAGING BY DELEGATION TO THE SECRETARY&lt;br /&gt;These managers just delegate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;everything to the secretary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5) MANAGING BY KNOWING NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;These managers don't really know anything at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all. They let YOU give answers. Meanwhile they fill the time with irrelevant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anecdotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) MANAGING BY CONCEPTUAL THINKING&lt;br /&gt;These people try to explain the present from a theoretical view of the far future. The idea that this never will work, completely satisfies them. They will always have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) MANAGING BY HIDING INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;Information hiders are aware of the market value of strictly secret kept information. You must be very thankful to get any information at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) MANAGING BY DOING EXACTLY WHAT THE BOSS SAYS&lt;br /&gt;These managers prevent their bosses from creative thinking. Else they have more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) MANAGING BY WALKING ONE FOOT BEHIND THE BOSS&lt;br /&gt;In hierarchical organizations you can watch those groups walking in the corridor. The more equal managers are directly followed by the lesser equal managers, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) MANAGING BY SMILING AND WEARING NICE SUITS&lt;br /&gt;If you drink beer with them, lunch with them, smile to them and also wear nice suits, nothing can stop your carreer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) MANAGING BY STUDYING&lt;br /&gt;Despite their continual attendances of all kind of studies and congresses, they still belong to category 5. The longer they learn, the further they get from the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) MANAGING BY CREATING VAGUE OVERHEAD SHEETS&lt;br /&gt;Do you know them? Those sheets with some big arrows,boxes or circles? These sheets provide the ultimate proof of their overall brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) MANAGING BY OPEN DOOR AND EMPTY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;This is a major improvement of the older 'OPEN DOOR' management style. Now you can really walk in and out anytime you want. Nobody ever knows where these managers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) MANAGING BY SPEAKING WITH OTHER MANAGERS&lt;br /&gt;This kind of managing is very popular. It will give them within a few hours the same information as an employee can tell them in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) MANAGING BY HAVING A NON SUPPORTING INFRASTRUCTURE&lt;br /&gt;In an organization with a hopeless infrastructure, managers are really necessary. These managers will naturally prevent the organization from having a better infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) BUA MANAGEMENT ( BY USING ABBREVIATIONS )&lt;br /&gt;This management style is ATRASACWOC ( Adopted To Reach A Shorter And Clearer Way Of Communication ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) MANAGING BY USING BUZZ WORDS&lt;br /&gt;These managers like to bluff your head off with hip, nearly undefined, terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) MANAGING BY REORGANIZATION&lt;br /&gt;If they think there is nothing more to organize, they reorganize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) MANAGING BY BELIEVING&lt;br /&gt;These managers must be spiritual educated, because they have no clues at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) MANAGING BY FORGETTING PROMISES&lt;br /&gt;If you remind them to one of their promises, the priority of that promise is too low to remember.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Styles'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4370764519023238311</id><published>2008-09-22T23:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:28:53.189+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Performance Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Average Employee - Not too bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Exceptionally Well Qualified - Made no major blunders yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Work Is First Priority - Too ugly to get a date &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Active Socially - Drinks a lot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Family Is Active Socially - Spouse drinks, too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Independent Worker - Nobody knows what he/she does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quick Thinking - Offers plausible excuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Careful Thinker - Won't make a decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aggressive - Obnoxious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Communication Skills - Spends lots of time on phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uses Logic On Difficult Jobs - Gets someone else to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expresses Themselves Well - Speaks English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meticulous Attention To Detail - A nit picker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Leadership Qualities - Is tall or has a loud voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceptionally Good Judgment - Lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keen Sense Of Humor - Knows a lot of dirty jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career Minded - Back Stabber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal - Can't get a job anywhere else      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4370764519023238311?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://voldenuit.us/' title='Performance Terms'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4370764519023238311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4370764519023238311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4370764519023238311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4370764519023238311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance-terms.html' title='Performance Terms'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1798245168604189330</id><published>2008-09-22T21:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:29:07.534+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Rejected Hallmark Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Looking back over the years that we've been together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I can't help but wonder:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- What was I thinking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Congratulations on your wedding day!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- Too bad no one likes your wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"How could two people as beautiful you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- have such an ugly baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I've always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- After having met you, I've changed my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I must admit, you brought Religion in my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- I never believed in Hell until I met you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"As the days go by, I think of how lucky I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- that you're not here to ruin it for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"As you grow older, Mum, I think of all the gifts you've given me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-- Like the need for therapy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for being a part of my life!!!...&lt;br /&gt;-- I never knew what evil was before this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you go,...&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to take this knife out of my back.&lt;br /&gt;-- You'll probably need it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday I hope to get married...&lt;br /&gt;-- but not to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look great for your age...&lt;br /&gt;-- Almost Lifelike!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we were together, you always said you'd die for me...&lt;br /&gt;-- Now that we've broken up, I think it's time you kept your promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew the day would come when you would leave me for my best friend...&lt;br /&gt;-- So here's his leash, water bowl and chew toys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been friends for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you say we call it quits?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so miserable without you...&lt;br /&gt;-- It's almost like you're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations on your new bundle of joy...&lt;br /&gt;-- Did you ever find out who the father was?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are such a good friend that if we were on a sinking ship and there was&lt;br /&gt;only one life jacket...&lt;br /&gt;-- I'd miss you heaps and think of you often."     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1798245168604189330?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1798245168604189330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1798245168604189330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1798245168604189330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1798245168604189330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/rejected-hallmark-cards.html' title='Rejected Hallmark Cards'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3308790220347384891</id><published>2008-09-22T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:25:46.620+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Job Placement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Does your organization struggle with the problem of properly fitting people to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jobs? Here is a handy hint for ensuring success in job placement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Take the prospective employees you are trying to place and put them in a room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with only a table and two chairs. Leave them alone for two hours, without any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;instruction. At the end of that time, go back and see what they are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they have taken the table apart in that time, put them in Engineering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they are counting the butts in the ashtray, assign them to Accounting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they are screaming and waving their arms, send them off to Manufacturing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If they are talking to the chairs, Personnel are a good spot for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;If they are sleeping, they are Management material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are writing up the experience, send them to Tech Pubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't even look up when you enter the room, assign them to Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they try to tell you it's not as bad as it looks, send them to Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they've left early, put them in Sales.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3308790220347384891?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3308790220347384891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3308790220347384891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3308790220347384891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3308790220347384891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/job-placement.html' title='Job Placement'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4762358743728742986</id><published>2008-09-22T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:16:59.544+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Virus Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is a new virus going around, called 'work'. If you receive any sort of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'work' at all, whether via email, internet or simply handed to you by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;colleague...DO NOT OPEN IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Work has been circulating around our building for months and those who have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;been tempted to open 'work' or even look at 'work' have found that their social &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;life is deleted and their brain ceases to function properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If you do encounter 'work' via email or are faced with any 'work' at all, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to purge the virus, send an email to your boss with the words 'Sorry...I'm off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to the pub'. The 'work' should automatically be deleted from your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;If you receive 'work' in paper-document form, simply lift the document and&lt;br /&gt;drag the 'work' to your garbage can. Put on your coat and skip to the nearest&lt;br /&gt;bar with two friends and order three pints of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After repeating this action 14 times, you will find that 'work' will no longer&lt;br /&gt;be of any relevance to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this message to everyone in your address book. If you do not have anyone&lt;br /&gt;in your address book, then I'm afraid the 'work' virus has already corrupted&lt;br /&gt;your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4762358743728742986?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4762358743728742986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4762358743728742986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4762358743728742986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4762358743728742986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/virus-warning.html' title='Virus Warning'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-696268094410748712</id><published>2008-09-22T21:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:10:53.175+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Advertising  Campaign Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. The Dairy Association's huge success with the campaign "Got Milk?" prompted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;them to expand advertising to Mexico. It was soon brought to their attention the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spanish translation read "Are you lactating?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Coors put its slogan, "Turn it loose," into Spanish, where it was read as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Suffer from diarrhea".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Scandinavian vacuum manufacturer Electrolux used the following in an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;American campaign: "Nothing sucks like an Electrolux".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Clairol introduced the "Mist Stick", a curling iron, into German only to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;find out that "mist" is slang for manure. Not too many people had use for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;manure stick".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When Gerber started selling baby food in Africa, they used the same&lt;br /&gt;packaging as in the US, with the smiling baby on the label. Later they learned&lt;br /&gt;that in Africa, companies routinely put pictures on the label of what's inside,&lt;br /&gt;since many people can't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Colgate introduced a toothpaste in France called Cue, the name of a&lt;br /&gt;notorious porno magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. An American T-shirt maker in Miami printed shirts for the Spanish market&lt;br /&gt;which promoted the Pope's visit. Instead of "I saw the Pope" (el Papa), the&lt;br /&gt;shirts read "I saw the potato" (la papa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Frank Perdue's chicken slogan, "it takes a strong man to make a tender&lt;br /&gt;chicken" was translated into Spanish as "it takes an aroused man to make a&lt;br /&gt;chicken affectionate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When Parker Pen marketed a ball-point pen in Mexico, its ads were supposed&lt;br /&gt;to have read, "it won't leak in your pocket and embarrass you". Instead, the&lt;br /&gt;company thought that the word "embarazar" (to impregnate) meant to embarrass, so&lt;br /&gt;the ad read: "It won't leak in your pocket and make you pregnant".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-696268094410748712?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/696268094410748712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=696268094410748712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/696268094410748712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/696268094410748712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/advertising-campaign-gone-bad.html' title='Advertising  Campaign Gone Bad'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4821963099936125319</id><published>2008-09-22T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:06:47.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Company Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Start with a cage containing five apes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the cage, hang a banana on a string and put stairs under it. Before long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;an ape will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he touches the stairs, spray all of the apes with cold water. After a while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;another ape makes an attempt with the same result - all the apes are sprayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with cold water. This continues through several more attempts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pretty soon, when another ape tries to climb the stairs, the other apes all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;try to prevent it. Now, turn off the cold water. Remove one ape from the cage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and replace it with a new one. The new ape sees the banana and wants to climb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the stairs. To his horror, all of the other apes attack him. After another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;assaulted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Next, remove another of the original five apes and replace it with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes&lt;br /&gt;part in the punishment with enthusiasm. Again, replace a third original ape with&lt;br /&gt;a new one. The new one makes it to the stairs and is attacked as well. Two of&lt;br /&gt;the four apes that beat him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb&lt;br /&gt;the stairs, or why they are participating in the beating of the newest ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After replacing the fourth and fifth original apes, all the apes, which have&lt;br /&gt;been sprayed with cold water, have been replaced. Nevertheless, no ape ever&lt;br /&gt;again approaches the stairs. Why not? Because that's the way they've always done&lt;br /&gt;it and that's the way it's always been around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how company policy begins....     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4821963099936125319?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://voldenuit.us/' title='Company Policy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4821963099936125319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4821963099936125319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4821963099936125319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4821963099936125319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/company-policy.html' title='Company Policy'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-432756368053370560</id><published>2008-09-21T23:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:24:33.370+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Pope and the Jewish Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Jews had to leave Rome. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Jewish community. So the Pope made a deal. He would have a religious debate with a member of the Jewish community. If the Jew won, the Jews could stay. If the Pope won, the Jews would leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Jews realized that they had no choice. So they picked a middle aged man named Moishe to represent them. Moishe asked for one addition to the debate. To make it more interesting, neither side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the great debate came. Moishe and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moishe looked back at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around his head. Moishe pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a wafer and a glass of wine. Moishe pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and said, “I give up. This man is too good. The Jews can stay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what had happened. The Pope said, "First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was still one God common to both our religions. Then I waved my finger around me to show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground and showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the Jewish community had crowded around Moishe. “What happened?" they asked. “Well," said Moishe, “First he said to me that the Jews had three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving. Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Jews. I let him know that we were staying right here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, yes, and then???" asked the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don't know," said Moishe, " He took out his lunch, and I took out mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-432756368053370560?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/432756368053370560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=432756368053370560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/432756368053370560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/432756368053370560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/pope-and-jewish-community.html' title='Pope and the Jewish Community'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5008992332675819075</id><published>2008-09-21T23:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:20:25.880+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>African Roulette</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The ambassador of a small African nation chanced to visit Russia, and was entertained by his opposite number, the Russian ambassador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For three days, the African ambassador was wined, dined, and generally treated to the best hospitality that Russia had to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the final day of his visit, the Russian ambassador said, "As your stay is coming to an end, it is time for you to play our traditional game, Russian roulette. One of the six chambers of this gun is loaded - you spin the cylinder, point the gun at your head, and pull the trigger." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This fazed the African slightly, but he was a proud man of a warrior people, and to show fear would be unthinkable. Both men took their guns, spun, and pulled the triggers. CLICK-CLICK Both chambers were empty, and both ambassadors breathed a sigh of relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The African ambassador was much impressed with the courageous game, and thought hard about the subject before the Russian Ambassador was due to visit his country the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the visit came, the African ambassador treated the Russian with all hospitality, until the final day of his stay. Leading him to a private room in the palace, the African ambassador spoke, "Now it is time for you to sample our game, African roulette". So saying, he led the Russian into the room, the only occupants of which were six beautiful, naked women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The African ambassador said, "These women are the most beautiful members of one of our tribes. Any one of them will give you a blowjob - take your pick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian was not entirely averse to this idea, but he couldn't see the connection with Russian Roulette. He said, "Well, ok, great, but where's the roulette part? Where's the danger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a big grin on his face, the African ambassador answered: "One of them is a cannibal."      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5008992332675819075?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5008992332675819075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5008992332675819075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5008992332675819075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5008992332675819075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/african-roulette.html' title='African Roulette'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2835562589814332020</id><published>2008-09-21T23:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:09:32.173+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>British or Americans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A) The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(B) On the other hand, the French eat a lot of fat and also suffer fewer heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;attacks than the British or Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(C) The Japanese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;than the British or Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(D) The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and also suffer fewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;heart attacks than the British or Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;(E) Conclusion: Eat &amp;amp; drink what you like. It's speaking English that kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2835562589814332020?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2835562589814332020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2835562589814332020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2835562589814332020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2835562589814332020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/british-or-americans.html' title='British or Americans'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5035653100970818224</id><published>2008-09-21T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:46:31.549+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>Book of Elephants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Every nation has to write a book about the Elephant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The French book - The Sex Life of the Elephant or: 1000 ways to cook Elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The English book - Elephants I have shot on Safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Welsh book - The Elephant and its influence on Welsh language and culture or: Oes ysgol tocynnau eleffant llanfairpwll nhadau coeden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The American book - How to Make Bigger And Better Elephants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The Japanese book - How to Make Smaller And Cheaper Elephants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The Greek book - How to Sell Elephants for a Lot of Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finnish book - What Do Elephants Think about Finnish People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The German book - A Short Introduction to Elephants, Vol 1-6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Icelandic book - Defrosting an Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss book - Switzerland: The Country Through Which Hannibal Went With His Elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canadian book - Elephants: A Federal or State Issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swedish book - How to reduce your taxes with an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5035653100970818224?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5035653100970818224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5035653100970818224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5035653100970818224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5035653100970818224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/book-of-elephants.html' title='Book of Elephants'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7540698424063938690</id><published>2008-09-21T22:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:38:17.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>Memorable Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A reporter goes way up into the hills of West Virginia to write an article about the area. He meets an old man in a small town and asks him about any memorable events in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The old man says, "Well, one time my favorite sheep got lost, so me and my neighbors got some moonshine and went looking for it. We looked and looked and finally found the sheep. Then we drank the moonshine and one by one, started shagging the sheep. It was a lot of fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reporter figured he can't write an article about that, so he asked the old man to tell him another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man said, "Well, one time my neighbor's wife got lost, so me and all the village men got some moonshine and went out looking for her. We looked and looked and finally we found her. Then we drank the moonshine and one by one, started shagging the neighbor's wife. Now, THAT was a lot of fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reporter, feeling frustrated, finally told the old man that he couldn't write articles about those stories and asked him if he had any dramatic or sad memories that he could talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man paused a little and with a sad expression on his face said -&lt;br /&gt;"Well, one time I was lost ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7540698424063938690?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7540698424063938690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7540698424063938690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7540698424063938690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7540698424063938690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/memorable-events.html' title='Memorable Events'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2469648947898062955</id><published>2008-09-21T22:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:35:25.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Work vs Prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In prison you spend the majority of your time in an 8' X 10' cell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; At work you spend most of your time in a 6' X 8' cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In prison you get three meals a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; At work you only get a break for one meal and you have to pay for that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In prison you get time off for good behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; At work you get rewarded for good behavior with more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; At work you must carry around a security card and unlock and open all the doors yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In prison a guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; In prison you can watch TV and play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; At work you get fired for watching TV and playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;In prison they ball-and-chain you when you go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;At work you are just ball-and-chained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison you get your own room.&lt;br /&gt;At work you have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison they allow your family and friends to visit.&lt;br /&gt;At work you cannot even speak to your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison all expenses are paid by taxpayers, with no work required.&lt;br /&gt;At work you get to pay all the expenses to go to work and then they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for the prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison you spend most of your life looking through bars from the inside wanting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;At work you spend most of your time wanting to get out and inside bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison you can join many programs which you can leave at any time. At work there are some programs you can never get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prison there are wardens who are often sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;At work we have managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2469648947898062955?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2469648947898062955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2469648947898062955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2469648947898062955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2469648947898062955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/work-vs-prison.html' title='Work vs Prison'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1533304588997768380</id><published>2008-09-21T22:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:31:06.665+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Signs Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On an Electrician's truck: "Let us remove your shorts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Outside a Radiator Repair Shop: "Best place in town to take a leak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In a Non-smoking area: "If we see you smoking we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Maternity Room door: "Push, Push, Push."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; On a Front Door: "Everyone on the premises is a vegetarian except the dog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At an Optometrist's Office: "If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;On a Scientist's door: "Gone Fission"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Taxidermist's window: "We really know our stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Podiatrist's window: "Time wounds all heels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Butcher's window: "Let me meat your needs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another Butcher's window: "Pleased to meat you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Used Car Lot: "Second Hand cars in first crash condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fence: "Salesmen welcome. Dog food is expensive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Car Dealership: "The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a Muffler Shop: "No appointment necessary. We'll hear you coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a Hotel: "Help! We need inn-experienced people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an Auto Body Shop: "May we have the next dents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Dry Cleaner's Emporium: "Drop your pants here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a desk in a Reception Room: "We shoot every 3rd salesman, and the 2nd one just left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Veterinarian's waiting room: "Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Music Teacher's door: "Out Chopin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Electric Company: "We would be delighted if you send in your bill. However, if you don't, you will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Beauty Shop: "Dye now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side of a Garbage Truck: "We've got what it takes to take what you've got." (Burglars please copy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the door of a Computer Store: "Out for a quick byte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Restaurant window: "Don't stand there and be hungry, come in and get fed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside a Bowling Alley: "Please be quiet. We need to hear a pin drop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Cafeteria: "Shoes are required to eat in the cafeteria. Socks can eat any place they want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the door of a Music Library: "Bach in a minuet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the front yard of a Funeral Home: "Drive carefully, we'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Counselor's office: "Growing old is mandatory. Growing wise is optional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1533304588997768380?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1533304588997768380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1533304588997768380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1533304588997768380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1533304588997768380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/signs-everywhere.html' title='Signs Everywhere'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-974481757949394677</id><published>2008-09-21T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:24:53.558+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Actual Doctor's Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These are doctors' notes on patients' charts: (Actual notes- unedited!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. On the 2nd day the knee was better and on the 3rd day it disappeared completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. She has had no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1993. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6. Discharge status: Alive but without permission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7. Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;8. The patient refused an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;9. The patient has no past history of suicides.&lt;br /&gt;10. Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.&lt;br /&gt;11. Patient's past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;12. Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;13. Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;14. Since she can't get pregnant with her husband,I    thought you might like to work her up.&lt;br /&gt;15. She is numb from her toes down.&lt;br /&gt;16. While in the ER, she was examined, X-rated and sent home.&lt;br /&gt;17. The skin was moist and dry.&lt;br /&gt;18. Occasional, constant, infrequent headaches.&lt;br /&gt;19. Patient was alert and unresponsive.&lt;br /&gt;20. Rectal exam revealed a normal size thyroid.(Ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;21. She stated that she had been constipated for most of her adult life, until she got a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;22. I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;23. Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;24. Exam of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.&lt;br /&gt;25. The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.&lt;br /&gt;26. The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as a stockbroker instead.&lt;br /&gt;27. Skin: Somewhat pale but present.&lt;br /&gt;28. The pelvic examination will be done later on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;29. Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Blank, who felt we should sit on the abdomen and I agree.&lt;br /&gt;30. Large brown stool ambulating in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;31. Patient has two teenage children, but no other&lt;br /&gt;abnormalities.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-974481757949394677?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/974481757949394677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=974481757949394677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/974481757949394677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/974481757949394677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/actual-doctors-notes.html' title='Actual Doctor&apos;s Notes'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1925359297310787101</id><published>2008-09-21T22:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:19:18.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>The American and the Frenchman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An American, wearing Bermuda shorts, T-shirt, and a baseball cap, walks into a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;café, chewing on gum. He sits next to this French guy who is trying to enjoy his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;breakfast and is not in the mood for small talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, aware of the Frenchman's mood, tries to be smart. He sees the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;man eating a roll with jelly and decides to remark on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You French people eat the entire roll of bread?!" he says in an astonished &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Yes," replies the Frenchman and resumes eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"Not us," says the American. "We only eat the inside and then throw the crust&lt;br /&gt;in a container, process it and sell it to the French as croissants."&lt;br /&gt;The Frenchman calmly ignores him and continues to eat.&lt;br /&gt;"Eww..." says the American, "You eat your bread with that jelly?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," says the Frenchman.&lt;br /&gt;"Not us," says the American, "We only eat fresh fruits. Then we throw the peal&lt;br /&gt;in a container, process it and sell it to the French as jelly."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" says the Frenchman, "And what do you do with your used condoms?"&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, the American says, "Uhh... we just throw them away."&lt;br /&gt;"Not us," said the Frenchman, "We throw them in a container, process them, and&lt;br /&gt;sell it as gum to the Americans." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1925359297310787101?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1925359297310787101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1925359297310787101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1925359297310787101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1925359297310787101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-and-frenchman.html' title='The American and the Frenchman'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7778239657672396813</id><published>2008-09-21T22:14:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:21:36.849+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>Glossary of Medical Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Benign................What you be after you be eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Artery................The study of paintings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bacteria..............Back door to cafeteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Barium................What doctors do when patients die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cesarean Section......A neighborhood in Rome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cat scan...............Searching for kitty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cauterize.............Made eye contact with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Colic.................A sheep dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coma..................A punctuation mark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D &amp;amp; C.................Where Washington is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dilate................To live long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost"  &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Enema.................Not a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Fester................Quicker than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Fibula................A small lie.&lt;br /&gt;Genital...............Non-Jewish person.&lt;br /&gt;G.I. Series...........World Series of military&lt;br /&gt;baseball.&lt;br /&gt;Hangnail..............What you hang your coat on.&lt;br /&gt;Impotent..............Distinguished, well known.&lt;br /&gt;Labor Pain............Getting hurt at work.&lt;br /&gt;Medical Staff.........A Doctor's cane.&lt;br /&gt;Morbid................A higher offer than I bid.&lt;br /&gt;Nitrates..............Cheaper than day rates.&lt;br /&gt;Node..................Was aware of&lt;br /&gt;Outpatient.... .......A person who has fainted.&lt;br /&gt;Pap smear..... .......A fatherhood test.&lt;br /&gt;Pelvis................Second cousin to Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;Post Operative........A letter carrier.&lt;br /&gt;Recovery Room.........Place to do upholstery.&lt;br /&gt;Rectum................Darn near killed him.&lt;br /&gt;Secretion.............Hiding something.&lt;br /&gt;Seizure...............Roman emperor.&lt;br /&gt;Tablet................A small table.&lt;br /&gt;Terminal Illness......Getting sick at the Bus Station&lt;br /&gt;Tumor.................More than one.&lt;br /&gt;Urine.................Opposite of you're out.&lt;br /&gt;Varicose..............Near by/close by.&lt;br /&gt;Vein..................Conceited.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7778239657672396813?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://voldenuit.us/' title='Glossary of Medical Terms'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7778239657672396813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7778239657672396813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7778239657672396813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7778239657672396813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/benign.html' title='Glossary of Medical Terms'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8634479227061030872</id><published>2008-09-05T19:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:15:19.039+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupidity'/><title type='text'>Idiots of the World, Unite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANDS-DOWN WINNER OF THE IDIOT CORPORATION AWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T fired President John Walter after nine months saying he lacked intellectual leadership. He received a $26 million severance package.&lt;br /&gt;(Let that be a lesson to him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in Oakland, California spent two hours attempting to subdue a gunman who had barricaded himself inside his home. After firing ten tear gas canisters, officers discovered that the man was standing beside them, shouting out to give himself up.&lt;br /&gt;(No one ever said you had to be "smart" to be a cop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT WAS PLANNED OUT WELL...NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Illinois man, pretending to have a gun, kidnapped a motorist and forced him to drive to two different automated teller machines. The kidnapper then proceeded to withdraw money from his own bank account.&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe he should have pretended to have a brain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN YOU THINK YOU'RE HAVING A BAD DAY...READ THIS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire investigators on Maui have determined the cause of a blaze that destroyed a $127,000 home last month - a short in the homeowner's newly installed fire prevention alarm system. "This is even worse than last year, "said the distraught homeowner, "when someone broke in and stole my new security system..."&lt;br /&gt;(...hmmm, could this be the Illinois guy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW THIS IS WHAT I CONSIDER A DEDICATED CROOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked into a Topeka, Kansas Kwik Shop and asked for all the money in the cash drawer. Apparently, the take was too small so he tied up the store clerk and worked the counter himself for three hours until police showed up and grabbed him.&lt;br /&gt;(Wonder if he paid himself time and 1/2 for the overtime?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANNA BE A BRAIN SURGEON WHEN I GROW UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ohio, an unidentified man in his late twenties walked into a police station with a 9-inch wire protruding from his forehead and calmly asked officers to give him an X-ray to help him find his brain, which he claimed had been stolen. Police were shocked to learn that the man had drilled a 6-inch deep hole in his skull with a Black &amp;amp; Decker power drill and had stuck the wire in to try and find the missing brain.&lt;br /&gt;(After his hospital stay, he was immediately enrolled in law school!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOT IN MOUTH...UP TO THE KNEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police in Los Angeles had good luck with a robbery suspect who just couldn't control himself during a lineup. When detectives asked each man in the lineup to repeat the words, "Give me all your money or I'll shoot", the man shouted, "That's not what I said!"&lt;br /&gt;(Turns out, the witness was Blonde and didn't pick him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT THE SHARPEST KNIFE IN THE DRAWER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Modesto, CA, Steven Richard King was arrested for trying to hold up a Bank of America branch without a weapon. King used a thumb and a finger to simulate a gun but unfortunately he failed to keep his hand in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;(Banks should keep Monopoly money on hand for these bright crooks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8634479227061030872?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8634479227061030872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8634479227061030872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8634479227061030872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8634479227061030872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/idiots-of-world-unite.html' title='Idiots of the World, Unite!'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-9130928036453243516</id><published>2008-09-05T19:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:10:00.955+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Oral Sex Trained Frog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;An attractive woman entered a pet shop. When the clerk offered assistance, she explained that she was recently divorced, and was looking for a small-ish dog for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk explained that the name of the store was 'Exotic Pets' and that, unfortunately, they did not stock cats, dogs, fish or any commonplace pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did say, however, that he had something which might be ideal. He took the woman into a back room. He walked over to a terrarium, and pointed proudly to a large bullfrog which sat inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would that suit your needs?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman answered, scornfully, that she hardly thought an amphibian would be a suitable companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"Ah," replied the salesman, leering, "but this 'amphibian' has been carefully trained ... to perform oral sex upon women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this the woman's eyes lit up.She eagerly negotiated a price of $500 for the frog, and left with it in her expectant possession. Arriving home, she drew a bubble bath, poured a glass of champagne and relaxed in anticipation. When she was thoroughly mellow, she dried herself, and arranged herself, nude, upon her bed. Parting her thighs, she placed the frog between them, closed her eyes, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened. She prodded the frog. Still nothing. She moved it Up further toward her body. Nothing. She ordered it to perform. No response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of this frustration, she lifted the phone, and called the pet shop. When the clerk answered, she complained loudly that she had been cheated. The clerk apologized profusely, wrote down her address, and said he'd be right over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, he knocked on the door, and the woman answered, wearing a nightgown. He asked her to demonstrate the problem. She obliged, by disrobing and assuming her former position, with the frog in place. The frog made no movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see?" she asked, petulantly.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do," said the man.&lt;br /&gt;Then, addressing the frog as he removed his necktie and shirt, he said, "Now, I'm only going to show you this one more time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-9130928036453243516?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/9130928036453243516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=9130928036453243516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/9130928036453243516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/9130928036453243516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/oral-sex-trained-frog.html' title='Oral Sex Trained Frog'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-632425160056827867</id><published>2008-09-05T19:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:06:05.068+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>People in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A man dies and goes to heaven. Saint Peter asks him what religion he belongs to. The man tells him and Saint Peter says "oh, we have a lot of your kind here. In fact, we have a special room for all of you so you can all be together!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leads the man down a long hallway with doors on either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pass one door and they hear a bunch of yelling and hollering inside.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's in that room?" the man asks. "Oh, those are the holy rollers,"&lt;br /&gt;says Saint Peter. "They make a lot of noise but they're pretty harmless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pass by another door which is nearly shaking off its hinges.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's in there?" the man asks.&lt;br /&gt;"That's the room for the Shakers" replies Saint Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Then they approach another door. Saint Peter whispers to the man, "we must be very quiet going past this door. Don't make a sound."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tiptoe past the door and when they get farther down the hallway the man asks Saint Peter who was in that room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, those are the Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;They think they're the only ones up here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-632425160056827867?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/632425160056827867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=632425160056827867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/632425160056827867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/632425160056827867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-in-heaven.html' title='People in Heaven'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3273712285412364447</id><published>2008-09-05T19:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:03:17.734+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>The Geography of a Woman And Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Geography of a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 18 - 21 a woman is like Africa or Australia. She is half discovered, half wild and naturally beautiful with bushland around the fertile deltas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 21 - 30 a woman is like America or Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Completely discovered, very well developed and open to trade especially with countries with cash or cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 30 - 35, she is like India or Spain. Very hot, relaxed and convinced of its own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 35 - 40 a woman is like France or Argentina. She may have been half destroyed during the war but can still be a warm and desirable place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Between the ages of 40 - 50 she is like Yugoslavia or Iraq. She lost the war and is haunted by past mistakes. Massive reconstruction is now necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 50 - 60 she is like Russia or Canada. Very wide, quiet and the borders are practically unpatrolled but the frigid climate keeps people away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 60 - 70 a woman is like England or Mongolia. With a glorious and all conquering past but alas no future (a bit like Tony Blair, maybe Blair's a women really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 70, they become Albania or Afghanistan. Everyone knows where it is, but no one wants to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Geography of a Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the ages of 15 - 70 a man is like Zimbabwe - ruled by a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dick = sounds like dict (ator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3273712285412364447?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3273712285412364447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3273712285412364447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3273712285412364447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3273712285412364447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/geography-of-woman-and-man.html' title='The Geography of a Woman And Man'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3971120994395040815</id><published>2008-09-05T18:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:00:13.963+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>International Travellers Bloopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; 1. On a French passenger jet: Live West Under Your Seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. In a Bucharest hotel lobby: The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret that you will be unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a Belgrade hotel elevator: Please leave your values at the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In an Athens hotel: Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9 and 11 a.m. daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In a Yugoslav hotel: The flattening of underwear with pleasure is the job of the chambermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In a Japanese hotel: You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;7. In the lobby of a Moscow hotel, across from a Russian monastery: You are welcome to visit the cemetery where famous Russian and Soviet composers, artists and writers are buried daily except Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In an Austrian hotel catering to skiers: Not to perambulate the corridors in the hours of repose in the boots of ascension (???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In a Swiss mountain inn: Special today: no ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On the menu of a Swiss restaurant: Our wines leave you nothing to hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Alongside a Hong Kong tailor shop: Ladies may have a fit upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Two signs from a Majorcan shop entrance: English well talking. Here speeching American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. At a Bangkok dry cleaners: Drop you trousers here for best results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. At a Rhodes tailor shop: Order your summer suit. Because is big rush we will execute customers in strict rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A sign posted in Germany's Black Forest: It is strictly forbidden on our Black Forest camping site that people of different sex live together in one tent unless they are married with each other for that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In a Zurich hotel: Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex in the bedroom, it is suggested that the lobby be used for this purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. In an advertisement by a Hong Kong dentist: Teeth extracted by the latest Methodists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. In a Rome laundry: Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. At a Budapest zoo: Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable food, give it to the guard on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. At an Acapulco hotel: The manager has personally passed all the water served here (mmm...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. At a Tokyo shop: Our nylons cost more than common, but you'll find they are best in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. A Japanese information booklet about using a hotel air conditioner:&lt;br /&gt;Cooles and Heates: If you want just condition of warm in your room, please control yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. From a brochure of a car rental firm in Tokyo: When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage, then tootle him with vigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. In a Bangkok temple: It is forbidden to enter a woman even a foreigner if dressed as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. In a Copenhagen airline ticket office: We take your bags and send them in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. On the door of a Moscow hotel room: If this is your first visit to the USSR, you are welcom to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. In a Tokyo hotel: Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please. If you are not a person to do such thing is please not to read notis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. In a Leipzig elevator: Do not enter the lift backwards, and only when lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. On the menu of a Polish hotel: Salad a firm's own make; limpid red beet soup with cheesy dumplings in the form of a finder; roasted duck let loose; beef rashers beaten up in the country people's fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3971120994395040815?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3971120994395040815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3971120994395040815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3971120994395040815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3971120994395040815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/international-travellers-bloopers.html' title='International Travellers Bloopers'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5049716602883136598</id><published>2008-09-03T22:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:32:35.718+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>How many times make love to your wife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; A Frenchman and an Italian were seated next to an American on an&lt;br /&gt;overseas flight. After a few cocktails, the men began discussing their&lt;br /&gt;home lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I made love to my wife four times," the Frenchman bragged,&lt;br /&gt;"And this morning she made me delicious crepes and she told me how much&lt;br /&gt;she adored me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, last night I made love to my wife six times," the Italian&lt;br /&gt;responded, "And this morning she made me a wonderful omelet and told me&lt;br /&gt;she could never love another man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;When the American remained silent, the Frenchman smugly asked, "And how&lt;br /&gt;many times did you make love to your wife last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only once?" the Italian arrogantly snorted. "And what did she say to&lt;br /&gt;you this morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5049716602883136598?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5049716602883136598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5049716602883136598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5049716602883136598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5049716602883136598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-many-times-make-love-to-your-wife.html' title='How many times make love to your wife?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2560991969862900583</id><published>2008-09-03T22:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:16:23.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profession'/><title type='text'>USAF Squawks</title><content type='html'>"Squawks" are problem listings that pilots generally leave for maintenance crews to fix before the next flight. Here are some squawks submitted by US Air Force pilots and the replies from the maintenance crews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P)=PROBLEM (S)=SOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Left inside main tire almost needs replacement&lt;br /&gt;(S) Almost replaced left inside main tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Test flight OK, except autoland very rough&lt;br /&gt;(S) Autoland not installed on this aircraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) #2 Propeller seeping prop fluid&lt;br /&gt;(S) #2 Propeller seepage normal - #1 #3 and #4 propellers lack normal seepage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Something loose in cockpit&lt;br /&gt;(S) Something tightened in cockpit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Evidence of leak on right main landing gear&lt;br /&gt;(S) Evidence removed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) DME volume unbelievably loud&lt;br /&gt;(S) Volume set to more believable level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Dead bugs on windshield&lt;br /&gt;(S) Live bugs on order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Autopilot in altitude hold mode produces a 200 fpm descent&lt;br /&gt;(S) Cannot reproduce problem on ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) IFF inoperative&lt;br /&gt;(S) IFF always inoperative in OFF mode&lt;br /&gt;(IFF-Identification Friend or Foe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick&lt;br /&gt;(S) That's what they're there for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Number three engine missing&lt;br /&gt;(S) Engine found on right wing after brief search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Aircraft handles funny&lt;br /&gt;(S) Aircraft warned to straighten up, "fly right" and be serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P) Target Radar hums&lt;br /&gt;(S) Reprogrammed Target Radar with the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2560991969862900583?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2560991969862900583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2560991969862900583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2560991969862900583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2560991969862900583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/usaf-squawks.html' title='USAF Squawks'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7711274068859260166</id><published>2008-09-03T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:11:49.974+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Flying turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; A baby turtle was standing at the bottom of a large tree and with a&lt;br /&gt;deep sigh, started to climb. About an hour later, he reached a very high&lt;br /&gt;branch and walked along to the end. He turned and spread all four&lt;br /&gt;flippers and launched himself off the branch. On landing at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;in a pile of soft, dead leaves, he shook himself off, walked back to the&lt;br /&gt;bottom of the tree and with a sigh started to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, he again reached the very high branch, walked&lt;br /&gt;along, turned, spread his flippers and flung himself off the branch.&lt;br /&gt;Again, he landed on the bottom, shook himself off, went to the bottom of&lt;br /&gt;the tree, sighed and started climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Watching these proceedings from the end of the branch were two little&lt;br /&gt;birds. Mummy bird turned to Daddy bird and said, "Don't you think it's&lt;br /&gt;time we told him he was adopted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7711274068859260166?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7711274068859260166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7711274068859260166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7711274068859260166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7711274068859260166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/flying-turtle.html' title='Flying turtle'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-630765413282665324</id><published>2008-09-03T22:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:10:07.234+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Jesus last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;What was Jesus' last words at the last supper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, all you guys who want to be in the picture, get on THIS side of the table"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-630765413282665324?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/630765413282665324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=630765413282665324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/630765413282665324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/630765413282665324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-last-words.html' title='Jesus last words'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8861949407876709874</id><published>2008-09-01T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:58:26.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Applicant's lingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH STRESSFUL SITUATIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'm usually on Prozac. When I'm not, I take lots of cigarette and coffee breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I SEEK A JOB THAT WILL DRAW UPON MY STRONG COMMUNICATION &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ORGANIZATIONAL SKILLS:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I talk too much and like to tell other people what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'M EXTREMELY ADEPT AT ALL MANNER OF OFFICE ORGANIZATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I've used Microsoft Office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I'M HONEST, HARD-WORKING AND DEPENDABLE:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I pilfer office supplies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; MY PERTINENT WORK EXPERIENCE INCLUDES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I hope you don't ask me about all the McJobs I've had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK:&lt;br /&gt;I blame others for my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M PERSONABLE:&lt;br /&gt;I give lots of unsolicited personal advice to co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M WILLING TO RELOCATE:&lt;br /&gt;As I leave San Quentin, anywhere's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M EXTREMELY PROFESSIONAL:&lt;br /&gt;I carry a Day-Timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BACKGROUND AND SKILLS MATCH YOUR REQUIREMENTS:&lt;br /&gt;You're probably looking for someone more experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ADAPTABLE:&lt;br /&gt;I've changed jobs a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HIGHLY MOTIVATED TO SUCCEED:&lt;br /&gt;The minute I find a better job. I'm outta there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FORMAL TRAINING:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a college drop-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND CONSIDERATION:&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Don't throw me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK FORWARD TO HEARING FROM YOU SOON:&lt;br /&gt;Like, I'm gonna hold my breath waiting for your stupid form letter thanking me for my interest and wishing me luck in my future career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8861949407876709874?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8861949407876709874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8861949407876709874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8861949407876709874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8861949407876709874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/applicants-lingo.html' title='Applicant&apos;s lingo'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8158079930893151288</id><published>2008-09-01T20:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:57:04.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Corporate's lingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ENTRY-LEVEL POSITION:&lt;br /&gt;You'll be making under $7 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTRY-LEVEL POSITION IN AN UP-AND-COMING COMPANY:&lt;br /&gt;You'll be making under $7 an hour; we'll be bankrupt in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFIT-SHARING PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;Once it's shared between the higher-ups, there won't be a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPETITIVE SALARY:&lt;br /&gt;We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN OUR FAST-PACED COMPANY:&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to train you; you'll have to introduce yourself to your coworkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;NATIONALLY RECOGNIZED LEADER:&lt;br /&gt;Inc. Magazine wrote us up a few years ago, but we haven't done anything innovative since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMMEDIATE OPENING:&lt;br /&gt;The person who used to have this job gave notice a month ago. We're just now running the ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE:&lt;br /&gt;We don't pay enough to expect that you'll dress up; although a couple of the real daring guys wear earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPETITIVE ENVIRONMENT:&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE DEADLINE ORIENTED:&lt;br /&gt;You'll be six months behind schedule on your first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED:&lt;br /&gt;Some time each night and some time each weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLEXIBLE HOURS:&lt;br /&gt;Work 40 hours; get paid for 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE AN EYE FOR DETAIL&lt;br /&gt;We have no quality control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE DEGREE PREFERRED:&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wasted those four years studying something useless like philosophy, English or religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREER-MINDED:&lt;br /&gt;Female Applicants must be childless (and remain that way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLY IN PERSON:&lt;br /&gt;If you're old, fat or ugly you'll be told the position has been filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PHONE CALLS PLEASE:&lt;br /&gt;We've filled the job; our call for resumes is just a legal formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST:&lt;br /&gt;You're walking into a company in perpetual chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIRES TEAM LEADERSHIP SKILLS:&lt;br /&gt;You'll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABILITY TO HANDLE A HEAVY WORKLOAD:&lt;br /&gt;You whine, you're fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8158079930893151288?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8158079930893151288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8158079930893151288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8158079930893151288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8158079930893151288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/corporates-lingo.html' title='Corporate&apos;s lingo'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3381379651712814250</id><published>2008-09-01T20:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:54:06.847+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>God is watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The teacher put two baskets of treats on her desk, a basket of apples and a basket of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told the students to each take only one treat.&lt;br /&gt;Next to the basket of apples was a sign:&lt;br /&gt;Take only one, God is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one little boy reached over to take a cookie, the boy next to him said, "Take all you want, God's watching the apples"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3381379651712814250?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3381379651712814250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3381379651712814250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3381379651712814250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3381379651712814250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-is-watching.html' title='God is watching'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3913850606045148291</id><published>2008-09-01T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:52:31.547+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>EuroEnglish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The European Commission have just announced an agreement whereby English will be the official language of the EU rather than German,which was the other possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the negotiations, Her Majesty's government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a 5 year phase in plan that would be known as "EuroEnglish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first year, "s" will replace the soft "c".. Sertainly, this will make the sivil servants jump with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The hard "c" will be dropped in favor of the "k". This should klear up konfusion and keyboards kan have 1 less letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced with the "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of the silent "e"'s in the language is disgraceful, and they should go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th yar, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" with "z" and "w" with "v".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaiining "ou" and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After zis fifz year, ve vil hav a reali sensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubls or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu understand ech ozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZE DREM VIL FINALI KUM TRU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3913850606045148291?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3913850606045148291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3913850606045148291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3913850606045148291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3913850606045148291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/euroenglish.html' title='EuroEnglish'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5015611612906649669</id><published>2008-09-01T20:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:50:56.144+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Beer's quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the&lt;br /&gt;morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--William Butler Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Dean Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Drunk is feeling sophisticated when you can't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No animal ever invented anything as bad as drunkenness - or as good as drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--G.K. Chesterton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Catherine Zandonella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abstainer: a weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Ambrose Bierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is an illusion that occurs due to lack of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking provides a beautiful excuse to pursue the one activity that truly gives me pleasure, hooking up with fat hairy girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-- Ross Levy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--W.C. Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty lies in the hands of the beer holder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God had intended us to drinkbeer, He would have given us stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--David Daye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is the curse of the drinking classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Henny Youngman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a waste of time, time is a waste of life, so get wasted all of the time and have the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Michelle Mastrolacasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Tom Waits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case. Coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Stephen Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we drink, we get drunk. When we get drunk, we fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.&lt;br /&gt;When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Brian O'Rourke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be a real country unless you have a beer and an airline - it&lt;br /&gt;helps if you have some kind of a football team, or some nuclear weapons, but at the very least you need a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Frank Zappa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol&lt;br /&gt;has taken out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Winston Churchill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a wise man who invented beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever reach total enlightenment while drinking beer, I bet it makes beer shoot out your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Deep Thought, Jack Handy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without question, the greatest invention in the history of mankind is beer. Oh, I grant you that the wheel was also a fine invention, but the wheel does not go nearly as well with pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Dave Barry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--Humphrey Bogart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Australian beer served cold?&lt;br /&gt;So you can tell it's difference from urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--David Moulton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a woman who loves beer and I will conquer the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Kaiser Wilhelm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would kill everyone in this room for a drop of sweet beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Homer Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink to make other people interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;--George Jean Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, brain, I don't like you and you don't like me - so let's just do this and I'll get back to killing you with beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;--Homer Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5015611612906649669?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5015611612906649669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5015611612906649669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5015611612906649669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5015611612906649669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/beers-quotes.html' title='Beer&apos;s quotes'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8682888363830488562</id><published>2008-09-01T20:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:39:17.475+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>Preacher's ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A preacher who wanted to raise money for his church was told there was a fortune in horse racing, so he decided to buy a horse and enter it in a race. However, at the local auction the going price for horses was so steep that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He figured, however, that since he had it he might as well go ahead and enter it in the races. To his surprise, in the first race his mule came in second. The next day the racing sheets carried this headline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; PREACHER'S ASS SHOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The preacher was so pleased that he entered the mule in another race. This time it won and the paper said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; PREACHER'S ASS OUT IN FRONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the preacher not to enter the donkey in another race. The new headline read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISHOP SCRATCHES PREACHER'S ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the bishop and he ordered the preacher to get rid of the animal. The preacher gave it to a nun in a nearby convent. The headline the next day said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bishop fainted. He told the nun that she would have to dispose of the donkey and she finally found a farmer who would take it off her hands for $10.00. The paper said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUN PEDDLES ASS FOR TEN BUCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...They buried the bishop the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8682888363830488562?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8682888363830488562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8682888363830488562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8682888363830488562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8682888363830488562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/preachers-ass.html' title='Preacher&apos;s ass'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5705484922397380123</id><published>2008-09-01T20:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:35:29.521+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Elephants Q&amp;A (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What do you call two elephants on a bicycle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you take an elephant into the city?&lt;br /&gt;A: Free Parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you take an elephant into work?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sole use of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do with an elephant with three balls?&lt;br /&gt;A: You walk him and pitch to the Zebra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know if there is an elephant in the pub?&lt;br /&gt;A: It's bike is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Q: How do you know if there are two elephants in the pub?&lt;br /&gt;A: There is a dent in the cross-bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know if there are three elephants in the pub?&lt;br /&gt;A: Stand on the bike and have a look in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why do elephants wear tiny green hats? A. To sneak across a pool table without being seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many elephants does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't be stupid, elephants can't change light bulbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get if you cross an elephant with a whale?&lt;br /&gt;A: A submarine with a built-in snorkel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a kangaroo?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bloody great holes all over Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhinoceros?&lt;br /&gt;A: Elephino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you know if there is an elephant under the bed?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your nose is touching the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do elephants wear sandals?&lt;br /&gt;A: So that they don't sink in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do ostriches stick their head in the ground?&lt;br /&gt;A: To look for the elephants who forgot to wear their sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5705484922397380123?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5705484922397380123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5705484922397380123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5705484922397380123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5705484922397380123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/09/elephants-q-2.html' title='Elephants Q&amp;A (2)'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5351930589035677060</id><published>2008-08-28T20:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:03:59.866+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Job interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;There was this man who was in a horrible accident, and was injured. But the only permanent damage he suffered was the amputation of both of his ears. As a result of this "unusual" handicap, he was very self-conscious about his having no ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the accident, he received a large sum of money from the insurance company. It was always his dream to own his own business, so he decided with all this money he had, he now had the means to own a business. So he went out and purchased a small, but expanding computer firm. But he realized that he had no business knowledge at all, so he decided that he would have to hire someone to run the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked out three top candidates, and interviewed each of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The first interview went really well. He really liked this guy. His last question for this first candidate was "Do you notice anything unusual about me?" The guy said, "Now that you mention it, you have no ears." The man got really upset and threw the guy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second interview went even better than the first. This candidate was much better than the first. Again, to conclude the interview, the man asked the same question again, "Do you notice anything unusual about me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy also noticed, "Yes, you have no ears." The man was really upset again, and threw this second candidate out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had the third interview. The third candidate was even better than the second, the best out of all of them. Almost certain that he wanted to hire this guy, the man once again asked, "Do you notice anything unusual about me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy replied "Yeah, I bet you are wearing contact lenses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the man then asked, "Wow! That's quite perceptive of you! How could you tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy burst out laughing and said you can't wear glasses if you don't have any ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5351930589035677060?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5351930589035677060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5351930589035677060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5351930589035677060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5351930589035677060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-interview_28.html' title='Job interview'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1083043051535942816</id><published>2008-08-28T20:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:54:02.400+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Proof to buy something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A little old lady went to the grocery store &amp;amp; put the most expensive cat food in her basket. She then went to the check out counter where she told the check out girl, "Nothing but the best for my little kitten on Christmas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl at the cash register said, "I'm sorry, but we can't sell you cat food without proof that you have a cat. A lot of old people buy cat food to eat, &amp;amp; the management wants proof that you are buying the cat food for your cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady went home, picked up her cat &amp;amp; brought it back to the store. They sold her the cat food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the old lady went to the store &amp;amp; bought 12 of the most expensive dog cookies - one for each day of Christmas. The cashier this time demanded proof that she now had a dog, claiming that old people sometimes eat dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, she went home, came back &amp;amp; brought in her dog. She was then given the dog cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she brought in a box with a hole in the lid. The little old lady asked the cashier to stick her finger in the hole. The cashier said, "No - you might have a snake in there." The little old lady assured her that there was nothing in the box that would bite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the cashier put her finger into the box &amp;amp; pulled it out &amp;amp; told the little old lady, "That smells like crap." The little old lady grinned from ear to ear, "Now, my dear, can I please buy 3 rolls of toilet paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1083043051535942816?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1083043051535942816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1083043051535942816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1083043051535942816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1083043051535942816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/proof-to-buy-something.html' title='Proof to buy something'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-559997621620507358</id><published>2008-08-28T20:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:41:42.885+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical'/><title type='text'>His last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lying in the hospital bed, the dying man began to flail about and make motions as if he would like to speak. The priest, keeping watch at the side of his bed leaned quietly over and asked, "Do you have something you would like to say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The man nodded to the affirmative, and the preist handed him a pad And pen. "I know you can't speak, but use this to write a note and I will give it to your wife. She's waiting just outside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Gathering his last bit of strength, the man took them and scrawled his message upon the pad which he stuffed into the priest's hands. Then, moments later, the man died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;After administering the last rites, the priest left to break the sad news to the wife. After consoling her a bit, the priest handed her the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here were his last words. Just before passing on, he wrote this message to you." The wife tearfully opened the note which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GET OFF MY FUCKING OXYGEN HOSE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-559997621620507358?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/559997621620507358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=559997621620507358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/559997621620507358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/559997621620507358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/his-last-words.html' title='His last words'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7205238760702997317</id><published>2008-08-28T19:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:13:59.690+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>New inventions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This man goes along to the Patent Office with some of his new designs.&lt;br /&gt;He says to the clerk, "I'd like to register my new invention. It's a folding bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," says the clerk. "What do you call it?"&lt;br /&gt;"A fottle, replies the inventor."&lt;br /&gt;"A fottle? That's a stupid! Can't you think of something else?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can think about it. I've got something else though. It's a folding carton."&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you call that?" asks the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A farton", replies the inventor.&lt;br /&gt;"That's rude. You can't possibly call it that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that case," says the inventor...&lt;br /&gt;"You're really going to hate the name of my folding bucket."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7205238760702997317?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7205238760702997317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7205238760702997317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7205238760702997317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7205238760702997317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-inventions.html' title='New inventions'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2268292240606110385</id><published>2008-08-27T20:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:11:55.303+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>Martian swingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A couple from earth has finally saved up enough money to take a vacation on mars (they could do that then). So they go to mars and meet a martian couple and start talking about they way they do things and come to the subject of sex. They decide to switch partners for the night to see what happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The human woman and the man martian go into a room and the martian strips but his thing is the size of a pencil (whoa), and the woman says, "um, how is this going to work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The martian man replies "Oh, not big enough? Okay then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;All of a sudden he starts slapping his forehead and his thing grows longer. "Um, that's good but isn't it still a little thin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem" the martian man replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he starts pulling his ears and it grows wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman is amazed by this and they have wonderful sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day they meet and the human man asks his wife how it was and she said "Oh my, it was wonderful! How was your night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "It was awful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The martian woman kept slapping my forehead and puling my ears!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2268292240606110385?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2268292240606110385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2268292240606110385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2268292240606110385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2268292240606110385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/martian-swingers.html' title='Martian swingers'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5052854031166186429</id><published>2008-08-27T20:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:08:36.544+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>It's dark in here, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A married woman is having an affair. Whenever her lover comes over, she puts her nine-year-old son in the closet. One day, the woman hears a car in the driveway and puts her lover in the closet as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Inside the closet, the little boy says, "It's dark in here, isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Yes it is." the man replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"You wanna buy a baseball?" the little boy asks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"No thanks." the man replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I think you do want to buy a baseball" the little extortionist continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"Okay. How much?" the man replies, after considering the position he is in. "Twenty-five dollars." the little boy replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty-five dollars!" the man repeats incredulously, but complies to protect his hidden position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week, the lover is visiting the woman again, when she hears a car in the driveway and again places her lover in the closet with her little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's dark in here, isn't it?" the boy starts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is." replies the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna buy a baseball glove?" the little boy asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. How much this time!" the hiding lover responds, acknowledging his disadvantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty dollars." the boy replies and the transaction is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend, the little boy's father says "Hey, son. Go get your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball and glove and we'll play some catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't. I sold them" replies the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much did you get for them?" asks the father, expecting to hear the profit in terms of lizards and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventy-five dollars." the little boy says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seventy-five dollars! That's thievery! I'm taking you to the church right now. You must confess your sin and ask for forgiveness." the father explains, as he hauls the child away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the church, the little boy goes into the confessional, draws the curtain, sits down, and says "It's dark in here, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest says..."Don't you start that crap in here now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5052854031166186429?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5052854031166186429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5052854031166186429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5052854031166186429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5052854031166186429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-dark-in-here-isnt-it.html' title='It&apos;s dark in here, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-6580400469697587527</id><published>2008-08-27T20:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:06:05.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A mass for the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A farmer named Muldoon lived alone in the countryside with a pet dog which he loved and doted on. After many long years of companionship, the dog finally died so Muldoon went to the parish priest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Father, my dear old dog is dead. Could you be saying a mass for the creature?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Patrick replied, "I am so very sorry to hear about your dog`s death. But, unfortunately we cannot have services for an animal in the church. However, there`s a new denomination down the road, no telling what they believe, but maybe they`ll do something for the animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Muldoon said, "I`ll go right now. Do you think $500 is enough to donate for the service?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Patrick: "$500? - Why didn`t you tell me the dog was Catholic?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-6580400469697587527?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/6580400469697587527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=6580400469697587527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6580400469697587527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/6580400469697587527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/mass-for-dog.html' title='A mass for the dog'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7484723027391890638</id><published>2008-08-27T20:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:04:18.421+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Were you gambling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; A rabbi, a minister, and a priest were playing poker when the police  raided the game. Turning to the priest, the lead police officer  said, "Father Murphy, were you gambling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Turning his eyes to heaven, the priest whispered, "Lord, forgive me  for what I am about to do." To the police officer, he then said,  "No, officer; I was not gambling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; The officer then asked the minister, "Pastor Johnson, were you  gambling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Again, after an appeal to heaven, the minister replied, "No,  officer; I was not gambling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to the rabbi, the officer again asked, "Rabbi Goldstein,  were you gambling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrugging his shoulders, the rabbi replied, "With whom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7484723027391890638?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7484723027391890638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7484723027391890638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7484723027391890638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7484723027391890638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-you-gambling.html' title='Were you gambling?'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-7451506282351005638</id><published>2008-08-27T19:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:02:18.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Elephants Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Q: What do you call an elephant with a machine gun?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call an elephant wearing pink earmuffs and a dress?&lt;br /&gt;A: Anything you want, it can't hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do elephants drink so much?&lt;br /&gt;A: To try to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey, yellow, grey,&lt;br /&gt;yellow, grey, yellow?&lt;br /&gt;A: An elephant rolling down a hill with a daisy in its mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did the Elephant stand on the marshmellow?&lt;br /&gt;A: So she wouldn't fall in the hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you get down from an elephant?&lt;br /&gt;A: You don't, you get down from a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is an elephant big, grey, and wrinkly?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because, if it was small, white and smooth it would be an Aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's grey and white on the inside and red on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;A: An inside out elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's grey and white on the inside and red and white on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;A: Campbell's Cream of Elephant soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is grey and not there.&lt;br /&gt;A: No elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-7451506282351005638?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/7451506282351005638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=7451506282351005638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7451506282351005638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/7451506282351005638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/elephants-q.html' title='Elephants Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8598695333194639311</id><published>2008-08-27T19:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:57:10.975+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>You have all the equipment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A couple went on vacation to a fishing resort up north. The husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;liked to fish at the crack of dawn; the wife preferred to read. One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;morning the husband returned after several hours of fishing and decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to take a short nap. The wife decided to take the boat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She was not familiar with the lake so she rowed out, anchored the boat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and started reading her book. Along comes the sheriff in his boat, pulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;up alongside and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Reading my book," she replies as she thinks to herself, "Is this guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;blind or what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"You're in a restricted fishing area," he informs her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Officer, I'm not fishing. Can't you see that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you have all this equipment, Ma'am. I'll have to take you in and&lt;br /&gt;write you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do that, I will charge you with rape," snaps the irate woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't even touch you," growls the sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, that's true ... but you have all the equipment ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moral: Never argue with a woman who knows how to read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8598695333194639311?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8598695333194639311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8598695333194639311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8598695333194639311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8598695333194639311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-have-all-equipment.html' title='You have all the equipment'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1728038558084354592</id><published>2008-08-27T19:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:54:11.315+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Y2K compliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blonde secretary's memo to her boss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;TO: My Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;FROM: Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SUBJECT: Changing Calendars For Y2K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I hope that I haven't misunderstood your instructions because, to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;honest, none of this Y to K problem made much sense to me. At any rate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have finished the conversion of all of the months on all the company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;calendars for you. The calendars have returned from the printer and are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ready to be distributed with the following new months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Januark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Februark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also changed all the days of each week to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now Y to K compliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loyal secretary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1728038558084354592?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1728038558084354592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1728038558084354592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1728038558084354592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1728038558084354592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/y2k-compliance.html' title='Y2K compliance'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2459858646533323681</id><published>2008-08-27T19:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:50:32.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Cyanide injected watermelon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The was a farmer who raised watermelons. He was doing pretty well but he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;was disturbed by some local kids who would sneak into his watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;patch at night and eat watermelons. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After some careful thought he came up with a clever idea that he thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;would scare the kids away for sure. So he made up a sign and posted it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in the field. The next day the kids showed up and they saw his sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Warning, one of the watermelons in this field has been injected with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cyanide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Well the kids were bright and not about to risk another watermelon. They&lt;br /&gt;ran off, made up their own sign and posted it next to the sign that the&lt;br /&gt;farmer made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the farmer showed up to look over the field and he noticed&lt;br /&gt;to his delight that no watermelons are missing. He was perplexed,&lt;br /&gt;however, by a sign next to his. He drove his tractor up to the sign&lt;br /&gt;which read: "Now there are two!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2459858646533323681?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2459858646533323681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2459858646533323681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2459858646533323681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2459858646533323681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/cyanide-injected-watermelon.html' title='Cyanide injected watermelon'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-3847401661770930217</id><published>2008-08-27T19:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:49:18.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>Czech man and soviet agent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back in the unhappy days when Czechoslovakia was under Soviet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;domination, a valiant freedom fighter was wandering through the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;countryside, trying to evade a Soviet agent, who was in hot pursuit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;found himself near an old castle, and went inside for refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soon he found that the Soviet agent had followed him into the castle so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;our hero slipped into the nearest hiding-place, which was a medieval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;armor. He remained there, very still, until the Soviet gave up in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;disgust, and left him free to continue working for the liberation of his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;native land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't the Soviet agent think to look inside the armor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very simple,... As a well-trained Marxist, he would never consider any&lt;br /&gt;capitalistic lie as that there was a Czech in the mail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Czech = sounds like cheque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Mail = kind of medieval armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-3847401661770930217?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/3847401661770930217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=3847401661770930217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3847401661770930217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/3847401661770930217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/czech-man-and-soviet-agent.html' title='Czech man and soviet agent'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4212782148495633628</id><published>2008-08-27T19:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:41:58.419+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><title type='text'>Organ that expand six times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Perkins, the biology instructor at a posh suburban girl's junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;college, said during class, "Miss Smythe, would you please name the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;organ of the human body, which under the appropriate conditions, expands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to six times its normal size, and define the conditions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Miss Smythe gasped, then said freezingly, "Mr. Perkins, I don't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that is a proper question to ask me. I assure you my parents will hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of this!" With that she sat down red-faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Unperturbed, Mr. Perkins called on Miss Johnson and asked the same&lt;br /&gt;question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Johnson, with composure, replied, "The pupil of the eye, in dim&lt;br /&gt;light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Correct," said Mr. Perkins. "And now, Miss Smythe, I have three things&lt;br /&gt;to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One, you have not studied your lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two, you have a dirty mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And three, you will some day be faced with a dreadful disappointment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4212782148495633628?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4212782148495633628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4212782148495633628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4212782148495633628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4212782148495633628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/organ-that-expand-six-times.html' title='Organ that expand six times'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5226508583620594461</id><published>2008-08-27T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:39:50.931+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>A confession from the war time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This elderly Italian guy goes to his parish priest and asked if he would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hear his confession. The priest assured him that he would, and the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;took up the customary positions on either side of the divider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well, Father," began the old man, "At the beginning of World War II a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;beautiful Jewish woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the Germans. So I hid her in my attic, and they never found her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"That's a wonderful thing," interjected the priest, "But it's certainly&lt;br /&gt;nothing you need to confess!" "It's gets worse Father," continued the&lt;br /&gt;elderly fellow, "I was weak and I told her that she had to repay me for&lt;br /&gt;hiding her, by providing me with sexual favors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest contemplated this disclosure for a minute and then responded,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a very large risk. You&lt;br /&gt;would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found you&lt;br /&gt;hiding her. I know that God, in his wisdom and mercy, will balance the&lt;br /&gt;good and the evil of your acts, and judge you kindly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Father," said the old man. "That's a load off my mind! Can I&lt;br /&gt;ask another question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, my son," said the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man asked, "Do I have to tell her that the war is over?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5226508583620594461?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5226508583620594461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5226508583620594461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5226508583620594461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5226508583620594461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/confession-from-war-time.html' title='A confession from the war time'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-2686632260340914637</id><published>2008-08-27T19:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:36:30.679+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexuality'/><title type='text'>Sex before mass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;The young newly married Catholic couple were regular attendants at Mass. As like all newly married couples, they were in a constant state of arousal. Well they didn't want to do anything wrong so they approached their Parish Priest for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, the young couple asked ... "is it ok to have sex before Mass ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The not so young Priest responded after a few moments of reflection ... "yes my children it's ok to have sex before Mass .. but please don't block the aisles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-2686632260340914637?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/2686632260340914637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=2686632260340914637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2686632260340914637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/2686632260340914637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/sex-before-mass.html' title='Sex before mass'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4273440894897886901</id><published>2008-08-27T19:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:34:34.831+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>The best gawd damn sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;After years of his wife's pleading, this good ol boy finally goes with her to her little local Church on Sunday morning. He was so moved by the Preacher's sermon that on the way out he stopped to shake his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Reverend, that was the best gawd damn sermon I ever did hear!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The Preacher replied, "Oh!! Why, thank you sir, but please...I'd appreciate it if you didn't use the Lord's name in vain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "I'm sorry Reverend, but I can't help myself, it was a good gawddamn sermon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reverend said, "Sir, PLEASE, I cannot have you behaving this way at Church"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Okay Reverend, but I just wanted you to know that I thought it was so gawddamn good, I put  $500.00 in the collection plate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which the Reverend said, "NO FUCKING SHIT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4273440894897886901?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4273440894897886901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4273440894897886901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4273440894897886901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4273440894897886901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-gawd-damn-sermon.html' title='The best gawd damn sermon'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-329062135353182154</id><published>2008-08-23T21:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:49:47.099+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><title type='text'>The indian names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="awal" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;he young Indian boy had spent most of his life in a quandry... He felt different yet... couldn't figure why... he was just so depressed. He went to the Chief for answers... He asked the chief how his brother Red Deer Running had gotten his name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief answered in his typically poetic way..."When Red Deer Running was born, at the moment of his birth, the first thing his mother saw was a beautiful deer running off into the forest... and so Running Deer was named. It is the custom of our tribe to name the offspring according to the spirits in nature visiting upon the birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Then, the boy said to the Chief... And how did my sister "Thundering Bird" get her name? The chief described again, how at the moment of her birth Thundering Bird's mother had heard a roar of thunder and looking up, saw a bird flying in the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy asked again, how his cousin "White Crouching Bear" had been given such a name... And the chief, looking down once more at the boy, explaining the traditions of their tribe.... White Bear's mother had seen a rare white bear crouched over a stream at the moment her baby's birth. Then he asked the boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-329062135353182154?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/329062135353182154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=329062135353182154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/329062135353182154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/329062135353182154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/t-he-young-indian-boy-had-spent-most-of_23.html' title='The indian names'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-4353273363967069906</id><published>2008-08-23T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:27:20.951+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>Wives control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="awal" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;here were three guys talking in the pub. Two of them are talking about the amount of control they have over their wives, while the third remains quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while one of the first two turns to the third and says, "Well, what about you, what sort of control do you have over your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third fellow says, "I'll tell you. Just the other night my wife came to me on her hands and knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The first two guys were amazed. "Wow! What happened then?" they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man took a healthy swallow of his beer, sighed and uttered, "She said, "'Get out from under the bed and fight like a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-4353273363967069906?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/4353273363967069906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=4353273363967069906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4353273363967069906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/4353273363967069906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/wives-control.html' title='Wives control'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-5252249141798549368</id><published>2008-08-23T20:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:23:07.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>In the army of the lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost"  &gt; &lt;span class="awal"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; friend was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands. He grabbed my friend by the hand and pulled him aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor said to him, "You need to join the Army of the Lord!" My friend replied, "I'm already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor questioned, "How come I don't see you except at Christmas and Easter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispered back, "I'm in the secret service."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-5252249141798549368?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/5252249141798549368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=5252249141798549368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5252249141798549368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/5252249141798549368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-army-of-lord.html' title='In the army of the lord'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-1036354940053043626</id><published>2008-08-23T20:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:44:25.521+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious'/><title type='text'>Oath of silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A young Catholic priest decided to enter a monastery. He joined one particularly strict sect. The head monk told him, at his indoctrination, that they were sworn to TOTAL silence. They could not speak one word at all. However, every ten years, they would be permitted to speak two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years of total silence, the head monk indicated it was now time for him to speak his two words. The monk said, "Bed hard!" And then he resumed his silent study and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Another 10 years passed and the head monk again indicated it was time for him to speak his two words. The monk said, "Food bad!" And then he resumed his silent study and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 10 years passed and the head monk again indicated it was time for him to speak his two words. The monk said, "I quit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The head monk shook his head and said, "I knew this was coming. You've done nothing but complain for the past 30 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-1036354940053043626?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/1036354940053043626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=1036354940053043626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1036354940053043626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/1036354940053043626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/oath-of-silence.html' title='Oath of silence'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-8703905125460929886</id><published>2008-08-23T20:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:39:28.446+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men And Women'/><title type='text'>An old woman speeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;An elderly couple were driving across the country.&lt;br /&gt;The woman was driving when she got pulled over by the highway patrol.&lt;br /&gt;The officer said, "Ma'am did you know you were speeding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, hard of hearing, turns to her husband and asks, "What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man yells, "He says you were speeding!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;The patrolman says, "May I see your license?"&lt;br /&gt;The woman turns to her husband and asks again, "What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man yells, "He wants to see your license!"&lt;br /&gt;The woman gave the officer her license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patrolman says, "I see you are from Arkansas. I spent some time there once and went on a blind date with the ugliest woman I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman turned to her husband and asked, "What did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the old man yells, "He said he knows you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-8703905125460929886?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/8703905125460929886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=8703905125460929886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8703905125460929886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/8703905125460929886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-woman-speeding.html' title='An old woman speeding'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4141146346784796720.post-804548292975566152</id><published>2008-08-23T20:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:00:23.689+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political'/><title type='text'>Excuse me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Journalist has to write a story on the lack of meat in Poland. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; he goes off to Poland and asks the people: "Excuse me, what do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; think of the lack of meat in Poland?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All the Poles reply: "Meat? What is meat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Seeing he cannot get an answer in Poland he goes to the USSR and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; asks the Soviets: "Excuse me, what do you think of the lack of meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in Poland?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="fullpost"  &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;All the Soviets reply: "Think? What is think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing he cannot get an answer in the USSR he goes to the USA and&lt;br /&gt;asks the Americans: "Excuse me, what do you think of the lack of&lt;br /&gt;meat in Poland?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Americans reply: "Lack? What is lack?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing he cannot get an answer in the USA he decides to go to&lt;br /&gt;Israel, and asks the Israelis: "Excuse me, what do you think of the&lt;br /&gt;lack of meat in Poland?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which all the Israelis reply: "Excuse me? What is excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4141146346784796720-804548292975566152?l=thejokesland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/feeds/804548292975566152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4141146346784796720&amp;postID=804548292975566152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/804548292975566152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4141146346784796720/posts/default/804548292975566152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejokesland.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me....'/><author><name>Chiprut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10388162028307832110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IdEzdZuSUsw/SS1QjtM_roI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39_i3oyiKcs/S220/cp1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
