<?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-1625039343837343377</id><updated>2012-01-19T13:53:00.917+05:30</updated><category term='americans'/><category term='frog'/><category term='drug'/><category term='chicks'/><category term='habit'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='news'/><category term='jewish'/><category term='bill'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='free'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='conveyance'/><category term='customer'/><category term='gujju'/><category term='recognition'/><category term='debate'/><category term='train'/><category term='lawyer'/><category term='bride'/><category term='mouse'/><category 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term='lucky draw'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Humour Box</title><subtitle type='html'>Jokes, Humours Quotes and anything which will make you laugh your lungs out!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>591</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6996470593421910394</id><published>2011-07-25T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T17:45:06.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rajanikant'/><title type='text'>Rajanikant Jokes - Part II</title><summary type='text'>Once Rajanikanth bunked a whole day in school, since then that day is known as Sunday.
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Rajanikanths primary school craft projects!
Breaking news: ISRO does not exists anymore.....Rajanikanth purchased all the rockets for Diwali celebration.
Why did Rajani buy an acre of land wth 4 wells on each corner????? 
Ans: To play carrom!!!!!!
Before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6996470593421910394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6996470593421910394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2011/07/rajanikant-jokes-part-ii.html' title='Rajanikant Jokes - Part II'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5820408107635293109</id><published>2011-07-25T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:31:05.026+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rajanikant'/><title type='text'>Rajanikant Jokes - Part I</title><summary type='text'>Recently China airports were closed due to heavy fog...later it was discovered that Rajanikanth was smoking in india!
Rajanikanth did his kindergarden from seven different places..today those places are known as IITs!
Government of India pays tax to Rajanikanth for living in India!
Definition of solar eclipse: when Rajanikanth stares at sun with anger, sun hides behind the moon. This great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5820408107635293109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5820408107635293109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2011/07/rajanikant-jokes-part-i.html' title='Rajanikant Jokes - Part I'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-217399476743923142</id><published>2011-02-25T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:47:35.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man'/><title type='text'>I Have No Enemies</title><summary type='text'>All golfers should live so long as to be this kind of old man!

Toward the end of the Sunday service, the Minister asked, "How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"

80% held up their hands.

The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one man, an avid golfer named Walter Barnes, who attended church only when the weather was bad.

Mr. Barnes, it's obviously not a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/217399476743923142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/217399476743923142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2011/02/i-have-no-enemies.html' title='I Have No Enemies'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1975372982604390235</id><published>2011-02-24T14:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T14:57:59.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train'/><title type='text'>Dr. Einstien</title><summary type='text'>Einstein was once traveling from Princeton on a train when the conductor came down the aisle, punching the tickets of every passenger. When he came to Einstein, Einstein reached in his vest pocket. He couldn't find his ticket, so he reached in his trouser pockets. It wasn't there, so he looked in his briefcase but couldn't find it. Then he looked in the seat beside him. He still couldn't find it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1975372982604390235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1975372982604390235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2011/02/dr-einstien.html' title='Dr. Einstien'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-720793278552940649</id><published>2010-07-20T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:57:12.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Domain Knowledge is very important</title><summary type='text'>There was this family with one kid. One day the mother was out and dad was in charge of the kid, who just turned three.

Someone had given the kid a little 'tea set' as a birthday gift and it was one of his favorite toys. Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when kid brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups of tea and lots of praise for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/720793278552940649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/720793278552940649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2010/07/domain-knowledge-is-very-important.html' title='Domain Knowledge is very important'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2683315512102225584</id><published>2010-07-14T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-14T14:31:31.621+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='octopus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Octopus Paul renders many jobless!!</title><summary type='text'>See how!!


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The best videos @ videos.humourbox.info</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2683315512102225584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2683315512102225584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2010/07/octopus-paul-renders-many-jobless.html' title='Octopus Paul renders many jobless!!'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1684910246001927285</id><published>2009-07-20T14:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:38:43.422+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why British Soldiers Wear Red</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago, Britain and France were at  war.  During one battle, the French captured an English colonel.They took him to their headquarters, and the  French general began to question him.Finally, as an afterthought, the French general  asked, "Why do you English officers all wear red coats?  Don't you know  the red material makes youeasier targets for us to shoot at?"In his bland English way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1684910246001927285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1684910246001927285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/07/why-british-soldiers-wear-red.html' title='Why British Soldiers Wear Red'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4177645075886428622</id><published>2009-07-20T14:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:28:21.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sheep'/><title type='text'>Crazy Sheppard And His Herd</title><summary type='text'>There was this shepherd who had this whole flock of sheep. He wanted to get the sheep pregnant so that he could increase his stock, but he was too poor to buy a male sheep. So, he figured the only thing he could do was to get the sheep pregnant himself.One morning the man loaded up all the sheep into his truck and drove them over to a barn where nobody could see him. He screwed each sheep and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4177645075886428622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4177645075886428622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/07/crazy-sheppard-and-his-herd.html' title='Crazy Sheppard And His Herd'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-91888039601730143</id><published>2009-06-12T14:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:39:49.552+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><title type='text'>Easy cure for hiccups</title><summary type='text'>A woman went to her doctor's office. She was seen by one of the new doctors, but after about 4 minutes in the examination room, she burst out screaming and ran down the hall.An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she explained. He had her sit down and relax in another room.The older doctor marched back to the first and demanded, "What's the matter with you? Mrs. Terry is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/91888039601730143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/91888039601730143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/06/easy-cure-for-hiccups.html' title='Easy cure for hiccups'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6705564692016515611</id><published>2009-06-12T14:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:32:48.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Visit to the dentist</title><summary type='text'>A woman and her husband interrupted their vacation to go to the dentist."I want a tooth pulled, and I don't want any pain killers because I'm in a big hurry," the woman said. " Just extract the tooth as quickly as possible, and we'll be on our way."The dentist was quite impressed. "You're certainly a courageous woman," he said. "Which tooth is it?"The woman turned to her husband and said, "Show </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6705564692016515611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6705564692016515611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/06/visit-to-dentist.html' title='Visit to the dentist'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3584793784327560971</id><published>2009-05-06T10:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T10:28:40.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><title type='text'>Cricket In Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Sachin Tendulkar and Sourav Ganguly, now pretty old guys in their mid 80s, are sitting on a park bench feeding pigeons and talking about cricket, like they do every day.Sachin turns to Sourav and says, "Do you think there's cricket in heaven?"Ganguly thinks about it for a minute and replies, "I dunno. But let's make a deal: if I die first, I'll come back and tell you if there's cricket in heaven </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3584793784327560971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3584793784327560971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/05/cricket-in-heaven.html' title='Cricket In Heaven'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7625123096518328354</id><published>2009-04-24T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:25:56.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><title type='text'>3 Answers Men Are Afraid Of</title><summary type='text'>1. (Whatever)Men: What to have for dinner?Women: Whatever...Men: Why don't we have steamboat?Women: Don't want, once i ate steamboat and later got pimples on my face.Men: Alright, why don't we have Si Chuan cuisine.Women: Yesterday we ate Si Chuan, why eat it today again?Men: Hm..... I suggest we have seafoodWomen: Seafood is no good, i ate it once, then later I got diarrhea.Men: Then what you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7625123096518328354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7625123096518328354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/3-answers-men-are-afraid-of.html' title='3 Answers Men Are Afraid Of'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6287126713720738510</id><published>2009-04-24T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T14:17:55.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bachelor'/><title type='text'>A Bachelor</title><summary type='text'>This is a conversation that took place between (Y) and a marketing guy(X)X: Which shaving cream do you use?Y: Baba'sX: Which aftershave do you use?Y: Baba'sX: Which deodorant do you use?Y: Baba'sX: Which toothpaste do you use?Y: Baba'sX: Which shampoo do you use?Y: Baba'sX: Which socks do you use?Y: Baba'sX (Frustrated) : Okay, tell me, what is this Baba? Is it an international company???....Y: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6287126713720738510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6287126713720738510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/bachelor.html' title='A Bachelor'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1981840492213507769</id><published>2009-04-09T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:32:30.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senior'/><title type='text'>A True Senior's Moment</title><summary type='text'>An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two elderly gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant, and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly."The other man said, "What is the name of the restaurant?"The first man thought and thought and finally said, "What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1981840492213507769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1981840492213507769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/true-seniors-moment.html' title='A True Senior&apos;s Moment'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-61508465167853678</id><published>2009-04-09T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:30:25.272+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='market'/><title type='text'>Supermarket Joke</title><summary type='text'>A new supermarket opened near my house. It has an automatic water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and experience the scent of fresh hay.When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle, and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/61508465167853678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/61508465167853678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/supermarket-joke.html' title='Supermarket Joke'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7710939717059878559</id><published>2009-04-09T14:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:26:03.348+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beggar'/><title type='text'>At The Beggar's Expense</title><summary type='text'>A man walks past a beggar every day and gives him Rs.10 and that continues for a year. Then suddenly the daily donation changes to Rs. 7.50"Well," the beggar thinks, "it's still better than nothing."A year passes in this way until the man's daily donation suddenly becomes Rs. 5."What's going on now?" the beggar asks his donor."First you give me Rs. 10 every day, then Rs. 7,50 and now only Rs. 5. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7710939717059878559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7710939717059878559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/at-beggars-expense.html' title='At The Beggar&apos;s Expense'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-9145889439851774888</id><published>2009-04-09T14:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:23:50.244+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><title type='text'>Entry To Heaven</title><summary type='text'>A brunette, a redhead, and a blonde were on their way to Heaven. God told them that the stairway to Heaven was 1000 steps, and that on every 5th step He would tell them a joke. He told them not to laugh at any of the jokes along the way or else they would not be able to enter Heaven.The brunette went first and started laughing on the 45th step, so she could not enter Heaven. The redhead went next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/9145889439851774888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/9145889439851774888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/entry-to-heaven.html' title='Entry To Heaven'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4012065578674794247</id><published>2009-04-01T14:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T15:52:09.745+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>I Like Your Beard</title><summary type='text'>A married man was visiting his "girlfriend"When she requested that he shave his beard. "Oh James, I like your beard, but I would really love to see your handsome face."James replied, "My wife loves this beard. I couldn't possibly do it. She would kill me!!""Oh please?" the girlfriend asked again, in a sexy little voice..."Really, I can't," he replied. " My wife loves this beard!!"The girlfriend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4012065578674794247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4012065578674794247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/04/i-like-your-beard.html' title='I Like Your Beard'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5691441280530679632</id><published>2009-02-21T10:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:19:36.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Interestingly Painful</title><summary type='text'>A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says "Hello!!!". He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says..."do you know me???"... to which she replies..." I think you're the father of one of my kids"....Completely shocked...the guy's mind travels back to the only time when he was unfaithful to his wife and says..." My God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5691441280530679632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5691441280530679632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2009/02/interestingly-painful.html' title='Interestingly Painful'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6717035670213523128</id><published>2008-11-28T10:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:42:50.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='store'/><title type='text'>Sale</title><summary type='text'>It was the day of the big sale. Rumors of the sale (and some advertising inthe local paper) were the main reason for the long line that formed by 8:30,the store's opening time, in front of the store.A small man pushed his way to the front of the line, only to be pushed back,amid loud and colourful curse. On the man's second attempt, he was punchedsquare in the jaw, and knocked around a bit, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6717035670213523128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6717035670213523128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/sale.html' title='Sale'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3754986533266732551</id><published>2008-11-28T10:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:38:45.542+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><title type='text'>What causes arthritis?</title><summary type='text'>A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest.The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, 'Say Father, what causes arthritis?'The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3754986533266732551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3754986533266732551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/what-causes-arthritis.html' title='What causes arthritis?'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2887039575894693320</id><published>2008-11-28T10:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:35:36.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver'/><title type='text'>Einstien &amp; His Driver</title><summary type='text'>Albert Einstein was getting bored with making the same speech over and over again at different meetings, so one night, after a long day, his chauffeur jokingly said, "I've heard your speech so many times, I know it word for word! Why don't you take the night off and let me deliver the talk this evening?" Einstein agreed.When they arrived at the venue, Einstein put on the chauffeur's uniform and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2887039575894693320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2887039575894693320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/einstien-his-driver.html' title='Einstien &amp; His Driver'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6341084963675854137</id><published>2008-11-17T19:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:04:24.538+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><title type='text'>Indian Names</title><summary type='text'>In this one particular Indian Tribe, the privilege of naming the children of the tribe always fell to the Chief. One day, a small Indian boy asked him how he chooses the names for all the children. "Well, my son," the Chief replied, "When I step out of my tepee, I name each child after the first thing I see. "For instance, when a child is born and I step out of my tepee and see a pale moon rising</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6341084963675854137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6341084963675854137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/indian-names.html' title='Indian Names'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1872365048035065736</id><published>2008-11-17T19:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:02:46.029+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><summary type='text'>One Monday morning, a mailman was walking the neighborhood on his usual route. As he approached one of the houses, he noticed that both cars were in the driveway. He was wondering why the couple was home on a workday. Just then, Bob, the homeowner, came out with a recycling bin full of empty beer and liquor bottles. "Wow, Bob, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night," the mailman </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1872365048035065736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1872365048035065736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5577299433175485878</id><published>2008-11-14T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:30:03.972+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Who says today's kids aren't smart!</title><summary type='text'>Who says today's kids aren't smart? Well, some of them are!I wish I'd thought of this ...At a high school in Montana a group of students played a prank on the school.They let three goats loose in the school.Before they let them go they painted numbers on the sides of the goats: 1, 2 and 4.Local school administrators spent most of the day looking for #3.--The Best MBA Forums @ www.mbaguys.net</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5577299433175485878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5577299433175485878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/who-says-todays-kids-arent-smart.html' title='Who says today&apos;s kids aren&apos;t smart!'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6890346684090178086</id><published>2008-11-10T14:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:40:53.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis'/><title type='text'>Tennis Ball</title><summary type='text'>While out one morning in the park, a jogger found a brand new tennis ball. Seeing no one around that it might belong to, he slipped it into the pocket of his shorts.Later, on his way home, he stopped at the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the lights to change.A girl standing next to him eyed the large bulge in his shorts. "What's that?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with lust."Tennis ball," came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6890346684090178086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6890346684090178086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/11/tennis-ball.html' title='Tennis Ball'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3923288335854592847</id><published>2008-10-13T12:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:26:40.502+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer'/><title type='text'>Worth in Six Years</title><summary type='text'>A motorist, driving by a Texas ranch, hit and killed a calf that was crossing the road. The driver went to the owner of the calf and explained what hadhappened. He then asked what the animal was worth."Oh, about $200 today," said the rancher. "But in six years it would have been worth $900, so $900 is what I'm out."The motorist sat down and wrote out a check and handed it to the farmer."Here," he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3923288335854592847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3923288335854592847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/10/worth-in-six-years.html' title='Worth in Six Years'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5765615338997363294</id><published>2008-10-01T10:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:43:39.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='russian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americans'/><title type='text'>Russian In America</title><summary type='text'>A Russian arrives in New York City as a new immigrant to the United States . He stops the first person he sees walking down the street and says, 'Thank you Mr. American for letting me in this country , giving me housing, food stamps, free medical care, and free education!'The passerby says, 'You are mistaken, I am Mexican.'The man goes on and encounters another passerby. ' Thank you for having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5765615338997363294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5765615338997363294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/10/russian-in-america.html' title='Russian In America'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7136414540742667285</id><published>2008-10-01T10:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:41:30.168+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><title type='text'>Young And Old</title><summary type='text'>An elderly lady was stopped to pull into a parking space when a young man in his new Mercedes went around her and parked in the space she was waiting for. She was so upset that she went up to the man and said, "I was going to park there!"The man, being a real smart alec, said, "Oh, well, that's what you can do when you're young and bright."This made the lady even angrier, so she got in her car, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7136414540742667285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7136414540742667285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/10/young-and-old.html' title='Young And Old'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8522495394025198049</id><published>2008-10-01T10:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:39:06.439+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Self Arrest</title><summary type='text'>Being arrested is bad enough, but having to call the police yourself is just adding insult to injury...if only all crimes could solve themselves like this one...Police in Knoxville, Tenn., say a man has been arrested for burglary after he phoned authorities and told them he was stuck in a museum ventilation shaft.Knoxville police said Anthony Smith, 25, called 911 shortly before 4:30 a.m. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8522495394025198049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8522495394025198049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/10/self-arrest.html' title='Self Arrest'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-285068983172440077</id><published>2008-09-09T14:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:43:59.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><title type='text'>The Generous Lawyer</title><summary type='text'>A local United Way office realized that the organization had never received a donation from the town's most successful lawyer. The person in charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute."Our research shows that out of a yearly income of at least $500,000, you give not a penny to charity. Wouldn't you like to give back to the community in some way?"The lawyer mulled this over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/285068983172440077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/285068983172440077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/09/generous-lawyer.html' title='The Generous Lawyer'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-342978442340939469</id><published>2008-09-09T14:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:24:32.108+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer'/><title type='text'>No Ride For Anyone</title><summary type='text'>A farmer has three sons.One day, his oldest boy comes to him and pleads with him that he is graduating from school and would really like to get a car.His father says, "Son, come with me."He takes him to the barn and points to the farm tractor and says, "That tractor is needed here on the farm and I promise that as soon as it's paid for, we'll get you a car."The boy was not too happy but he did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/342978442340939469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/342978442340939469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/09/no-ride-for-anyone.html' title='No Ride For Anyone'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-113603743470118593</id><published>2008-08-28T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:20:55.697+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Kinetic Idiocy</title><summary type='text'>A couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon arrival, the doctor said that they had a new machine that would transfer by kinetic energy a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father.He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favor of it. The doctor initially set the pain-transfer level to 10 percent, saying that was probably more pain than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/113603743470118593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/113603743470118593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/kinetic-idiocy.html' title='Kinetic Idiocy'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4772611872151610100</id><published>2008-08-28T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:19:30.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Cure For A Cough</title><summary type='text'>The owner of a drugstore walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall with an odd look on his face.The owner asks the clerk, "What's with that guy over there by the wall?"The clerk says, "Well, he came in here at 7 A.M. to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxatives."The owner says, "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4772611872151610100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4772611872151610100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/cure-for-cough.html' title='Cure For A Cough'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-290013824860924610</id><published>2008-08-28T10:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:16:58.205+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><title type='text'>Glad To Be Drunk</title><summary type='text'>A completely inebriated man was stumbling down the street with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. A cop pulled up and said, "I've got to take you in, pal. You're obviously drunk." Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?" "Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go." Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/290013824860924610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/290013824860924610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/glad-to-be-drunk.html' title='Glad To Be Drunk'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3821857883673710313</id><published>2008-08-27T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:16:04.560+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><title type='text'>Sardarji's Painting</title><summary type='text'>One Day, A sardarji went to take an art class. His art teacher gave the assignment that he must paint something. The sardarji did not know what to paint, so the teacher told him to paint that which he felt was the most beautiful thing in the world.The sardarji thought, Nothing can be more beautiful than my village, so I shall paint that.The sardarji spent all his time working on the painting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3821857883673710313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3821857883673710313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/sardarjis-painting.html' title='Sardarji&apos;s Painting'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8158938903123777177</id><published>2008-08-27T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:11:02.685+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>University Drive</title><summary type='text'>It had been snowing for hours when an announcement came over the high school intercom: "Will the students who are parked on University Drive please move their cars so that we may begin plowing."Twenty minutes later there was another announcement: "Will the twelve hundred students who went to move 26 cars, return to class."--The Cool Videos @ videos.humourbox.infoBest Slideshows @ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8158938903123777177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8158938903123777177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/university-drive.html' title='University Drive'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2905452727838314436</id><published>2008-08-27T10:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:08:20.319+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dive'/><title type='text'>Sky Dive</title><summary type='text'>A redneck wanted to learn how to sky dive. He got an instructor and started lessons. The instructor told the redneck to jump out of the plane and pull his rip cord. The instructor then explained that he himself would jump out right behind him so that they would go down together. The redneck understood and was ready.The time came to have the redneck jump from the air plane. The instructor reminded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2905452727838314436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2905452727838314436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/sky-dive.html' title='Sky Dive'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2077396842403101053</id><published>2008-08-27T10:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:06:16.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'>Norwegian in Fargo</title><summary type='text'>Norwegian in Fargo A Norwegian took a trip to Fargo, North Dakota. While in a bar, an Indian on the next stool spoke to the Norwegian in a friendly manner."Look," he said, "let's have a little game. I'll ask you a riddle. If you can answer it, I'll buy you a drink. If you can't then you buy me one. OK?""Ja, dat sounds purty good," said the Norwegian.The Indian said, "My father and mother had one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2077396842403101053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2077396842403101053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/norwegian-in-fargo.html' title='Norwegian in Fargo'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2129298351194243960</id><published>2008-08-26T14:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:36:08.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intelligent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Intelligent Boy &amp; Farmer</title><summary type='text'>A small boy was looking at the red ripe tomatoes growing in the farmer's garden. "I'll give you my two pennies for that tomato," said the boy pointing to a beautiful, large, ripe fruit hanging on the vine."No," said the farmer, "I get a dime for a tomato like that one."The small boy pointed to a smaller green one, "Will you take two pennies for that one?""Yes," replied the farmer, "I'll give you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2129298351194243960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2129298351194243960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/intelligent-boy-farmer.html' title='Intelligent Boy &amp; Farmer'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4180100977524370544</id><published>2008-08-12T14:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:12:33.450+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fancy dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parrot'/><title type='text'>Authentic Blonde</title><summary type='text'>An blond went into a pet shop and asked the owner if he had any parrots.The owner replied, "Sorry, I don't have any at the moment.""Damn and blast!" said the blonde, "I have been invited to a fancy dress party for the first time in my life and I want to go as a Pirate, and I have been told to be as authentic as possible, hence the need for the parrot explained the Blond."Well" said the owner, "if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4180100977524370544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4180100977524370544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/authentic-blonde.html' title='Authentic Blonde'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3395378849385154286</id><published>2008-08-06T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:41:29.866+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourist'/><title type='text'>The Monastery Rope</title><summary type='text'>There is a story about a monastery perched high on a cliff several hundred feet in the air. The only way to reach the monastery was to be suspended in a basket which was pulled to the top by several monks who pulled and tugged with all their strength. Obviously the ride up the steep cliff in that basket was terrifying.One tourist got exceedingly nervous about halfway up as he noticed that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3395378849385154286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3395378849385154286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/08/monastery-rope.html' title='The Monastery Rope'/><author><name>Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11399824951025480763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-978691821554311526</id><published>2008-07-25T10:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:20:36.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Like My Wife</title><summary type='text'>A man and a woman are in a lamaze class, and the woman is 7 months pregnant.In this class, the lamaze instructor is trying to get the husbands to understand what their wives are going through. All the men put on fake bellies, and the lamaze instructor walks up to the first man and drops a pencil in front of him."Okay, now pick up that pencil exactly as your wife would," says the lamaze </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/978691821554311526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/978691821554311526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/like-my-wife.html' title='Like My Wife'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2151487266080328064</id><published>2008-07-21T10:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:14:27.925+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hat'/><title type='text'>Old Lady &amp; Her Hat</title><summary type='text'>An old lady was standing at the railing of the cruise ship holding her hat tight so that it would not blow away in the wind. A gentleman approached her and said, 'Pardon me, madam. I do not intend to be forward but did you know that your dress is blowing up in this high wind?''Yes, I know,' said the lady. 'I need both my hands to hold onto this hat.''But madam, you must know that you are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2151487266080328064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2151487266080328064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/old-lady-her-hat.html' title='Old Lady &amp; Her Hat'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6879431163188856511</id><published>2008-07-19T10:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:45:09.378+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Sea Shells</title><summary type='text'>A little old lady was selling sea shells on a street corner across from the beach one day.A well-dressed man passed by her. She grabbed his arm and asked, "How about some nice seashells?""No, thank you," the man replied.Suddenly, the woman clutched her throat and fell to the pavement. "What's wrong?" asked the man."I think this might be it for me," the old woman whispered. "Please buy some of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6879431163188856511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6879431163188856511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/sea-shells.html' title='Sea Shells'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-513645229022173819</id><published>2008-07-19T10:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:43:46.497+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='businessman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Missed</title><summary type='text'>A businessman and a priest were playing golf one afternoon.The businessman swung his iron and missed completely. "Bugger it, missed!" he snarled.The priest admonished the businessman. "Don't swear like that, my son!" he said."Sorry," the businessman said. "I'll try to be more careful.But it happened again. He swung without success and once again exclaimed, "Bugger it, missed!" Again the priest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/513645229022173819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/513645229022173819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-431269759627200255</id><published>2008-07-19T10:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:39:06.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>8 Again</title><summary type='text'>A man asked his wife what she'd like for her birthday."I'd love to be eight again." she replied.The husband decided to grant her wish.On the morning of her birthday, he arose early and made a big bowl of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast. He then took her to the local amusement park. They went on every ride: the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear and the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster. He bought her cotton </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/431269759627200255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/431269759627200255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/8-again.html' title='8 Again'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1462087954167442752</id><published>2008-07-19T10:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:37:15.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='junk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Junk Food</title><summary type='text'>Billy's mother was dropping him off at the carnival while she did shopping and errands."Enjoy yourself, dear!" she said as she handed Billy a large string of carnival tickets."Oh, boy! I will!" Billy said as he took the tickets and ran toward the festivities.Several hours later, Billy's mother returned. She sought him out sitting on a bench not looking so good."Well, are you enjoying yourself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1462087954167442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1462087954167442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/junk-food.html' title='Junk Food'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1798801641877976619</id><published>2008-07-19T10:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:20:34.264+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>When Two Blondes Meet</title><summary type='text'>A blonde woman was speeding down the road in her little red sports car and was pulled over by a woman police officer who was also a blonde.The blonde cop asked to see the blonde driver's license. She looked through her purse and was getting progressively more agitated."What does it look like?" she finally asked.The policewoman replied, "It's square and it has your picture on it."The driver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1798801641877976619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1798801641877976619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/when-two-blondes-meet.html' title='When Two Blondes Meet'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7431556931586944509</id><published>2008-07-17T10:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:28:05.768+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessimist'/><title type='text'>The Pessimist and a Dog</title><summary type='text'>An optimist sees the best in the world, while a pessimist sees only the worst. An optimist finds the positive in the negative, and a pessimist can only find the negative in the positive.For example, an avid duck hunter was in the market for a new bird dog. His search ended when he found a dog that could actually walk on water to retrieve a duck. Shocked by his find, he was sure none of his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7431556931586944509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7431556931586944509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/pessimist-and-dog.html' title='The Pessimist and a Dog'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7263006542153389187</id><published>2008-07-08T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:30:20.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostitution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Two Prostitutes</title><summary type='text'>Two prostitutes were riding around town with a sign on top of their car which said: "TWO PROSTITUTES — $50.00."A policeman, seeing the sign, stopped them and told them they'd either have to remove the sign or go to jail.Just at that time, another car passed with a sign saying: "JESUS SAVES."One of the girls asked the cop, "Why don't you stop them?!""Well, that's a little different," the cop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7263006542153389187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7263006542153389187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/two-prostitutes.html' title='Two Prostitutes'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1489855276569251063</id><published>2008-07-07T10:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:30:26.579+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judgement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>A Difficult Judgment</title><summary type='text'>In a small town, a person decided to open up his Bar business, which was right opposite to the Temple. The Temple &amp; its congregation started a campaign to block the Bar from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business.Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong lightning struck the Bar and it was burnt to the ground.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1489855276569251063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1489855276569251063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/difficult-judgment.html' title='A Difficult Judgment'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8472852627917633597</id><published>2008-07-07T10:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:29:05.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='groom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Wedding Ceremony</title><summary type='text'>Everyone in the wedding ceremony was watching the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle to give away to the groom.They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed some thing in his hand.Everyone in the room was wondering what was given to the father by the bride.The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8472852627917633597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8472852627917633597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/wedding-ceremony.html' title='Wedding Ceremony'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1356198067268348984</id><published>2008-07-03T14:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:22:35.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gujju'/><title type='text'>God &amp; Gujarati</title><summary type='text'>A Gujju having no child, no money, no home, a blind mother, prays to God. God happy with his prays, grants him only one wish!Gujju: I want my mother to see my wife putting Diamond bangles on my Child's hands in our new mansion!God: Damn; I still have a lot to learn from these Gujjus.--The Programming Forums @ www.go4expert.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1356198067268348984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1356198067268348984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/god-gujarati.html' title='God &amp; Gujarati'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6691770509734710080</id><published>2008-07-02T09:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:46:32.994+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Screwing The Cafe</title><summary type='text'>A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer."Certainly, Sir, that'll be one cent.""One Cent?" the man thought.He glanced at the menu and asked, "How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?""A nickel," the barman replied."A nickel?" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"The bartender replied, "Upstairs, with my wife."The man asked, "What's he doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6691770509734710080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6691770509734710080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/screwing-cafe.html' title='Screwing The Cafe'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5124647856295739273</id><published>2008-07-02T09:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:45:38.960+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Johnny Strikes Again</title><summary type='text'>Teacher: "Children, tomorrow I would like you to give me an example of a development that is currently being built near your home and what are the advantages of this new development."At the end of the class, the teacher asks that all the little girls remain behind for 5 minutes.Teacher: "Young ladies, I have received numerous complaints from your parents concerning Little Johnny's' crude remarks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5124647856295739273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5124647856295739273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/johnny-strikes-again.html' title='Johnny Strikes Again'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4003760565020889197</id><published>2008-07-02T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:39:44.642+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sardar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Patriot Sardar</title><summary type='text'>An Indian lady (NRI) returned from the US to India and is window shopping in Delhi.Suddenly she realizes she is late for an appointment. She is not wearing a watch so she sees a small shop on the roadside and asks in a very American accent of the sardar owner "What's the time?"The sardar is a very patriotic man and hates desis / Indians with a foreign accent. He replies back in the same accent, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4003760565020889197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4003760565020889197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/07/patriot-sardar.html' title='Patriot Sardar'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1200391803582856711</id><published>2008-06-28T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:06:58.402+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><title type='text'>The Doctor's Bag</title><summary type='text'>To address an emergency call a doctor came to see a rich patient at his home, who was screaming with extreme stomach pain and was surrounded by many anxious relatives. Doctor kicked all the relatives out of the room, closed the door with patient and he inside.After a while he came out and asked, "Please give me a scissors." People gave him a stainless steel scissors. He again went inside, closed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1200391803582856711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1200391803582856711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/doctors-bag.html' title='The Doctor&apos;s Bag'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7875642385076328235</id><published>2008-06-27T14:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:37:54.586+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>What The Wife Wants</title><summary type='text'>A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady 60 miles per hour. The wife is behind the wheel. Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice. "I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."The wife says nothing, Keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 65 mph. The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7875642385076328235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7875642385076328235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/what-wife-wants.html' title='What The Wife Wants'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6591175641721727126</id><published>2008-06-27T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:32:30.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><title type='text'>Irishmen &amp; A Blonde</title><summary type='text'>Two Irishmen were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.A blonde walks by and asked them what they were doing.Paddy replied, 'We're supposed to be finding the height of this flagpole, but we don't Have a ladder.'The blonde took out an adjustable spanner from her bag, loosened a few bolts and laid The flagpole down.She got a tape measure out of her pocket, took a few measurements, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6591175641721727126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6591175641721727126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/irishmen-blonde.html' title='Irishmen &amp; A Blonde'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3620882583330701143</id><published>2008-06-27T14:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:28:09.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fbi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airplane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security'/><title type='text'>Landing In Secret Air-Base</title><summary type='text'>You've all heard of the Air Force's ultra-high-security, super-secret base in Nevada, known simply as "Area 51?"Well, late one afternoon, the Air Force folks out at Area 51 were very surprised to see a Cessna landing at their "secret" base. They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.The pilot's story was that he took off from Vegas, got lost, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3620882583330701143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3620882583330701143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/landing-in-secret-air-base.html' title='Landing In Secret Air-Base'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8434566633476247645</id><published>2008-06-27T14:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:21:18.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Polish Joke</title><summary type='text'>One day, an immigrant from Poland entered a New York City Police Precinct to report that his American wife was planning to kill him.The police officer on duty was intrigued by this, and he asked, "How sure are you that she is gonna kill you? Did she threaten to kill you?""No," replied the nervous immigrant."Did you hear her tell someone else that she's gonna kill you?""No.""Did someone tell you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8434566633476247645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8434566633476247645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/polish-joke.html' title='Polish Joke'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6071077657992209982</id><published>2008-06-27T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:48:27.033+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><title type='text'>The Scholarly Gentleman And The Boatman</title><summary type='text'>One day, a very scholarly gentleman, while travelling in India, decided to go across big river, so he asked one of the village people who owned a small boat, if he would take him, to this request the boatman agreed.As they started, the sun became obscured by dark clouds, and as the river was large, the gentleman realised that the crossing would take some time. So he started a conversation with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6071077657992209982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6071077657992209982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/scholarly-gentleman-and-boatman.html' title='The Scholarly Gentleman And The Boatman'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3513477470424497876</id><published>2008-06-20T17:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:39:34.883+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><title type='text'>Pregnant Blonde</title><summary type='text'>The other day my neighbor, who is blonde, came running up to me in the driveway jumping for joy! I didn't know why she was jumping so excitedly but I thought, "what the heck", and I starting jumping up and down along with her.She said, "I have some really great news....I said, "Great. Tell me why you're so happy."She stopped jumping and breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3513477470424497876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3513477470424497876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/pregnant-blonde.html' title='Pregnant Blonde'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8430958441935536399</id><published>2008-06-20T10:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:35:10.970+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='account'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lottery'/><title type='text'>Checking Account</title><summary type='text'>A guy walks into a bank and says to the teller at the window, "I want to open a fuckin' checking account"To which the lady replied, "I beg your pardon, what did you say?""Listen up dammit, I said I want to open a fuckin' checking account right now.""Sir, I'm sorry but we do not tolerate that kind of language in this bank!"The teller left the window and went over to the bank manager and told him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8430958441935536399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8430958441935536399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/checking-account.html' title='Checking Account'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-974837938965943593</id><published>2008-06-19T16:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:09:03.256+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>An Ex-Wife's Revenge</title><summary type='text'>She spent the first day packing her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight,put on some soft background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a bottle of Chardonnay.When she had finished, she went into each</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/974837938965943593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/974837938965943593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/ex-wifes-revenge.html' title='An Ex-Wife&apos;s Revenge'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2635970500919922643</id><published>2008-06-14T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:25:55.536+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><title type='text'>Making Babies</title><summary type='text'>When the second grader arrived home from school, she excitedly ran up to her mom and said, "Guess what we learned today, mommy? How to make babies."Her mother was more than surprised, but did her best to remain calm. She knew that this day would come, but she had hoped it wouldn't have been so soon. "How interesting dear," her mother said. "How do you make babies?""It's really simple," replied </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2635970500919922643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2635970500919922643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/making-babies.html' title='Making Babies'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6530181462400719152</id><published>2008-06-05T12:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:02:02.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><title type='text'>Miracle Doctor</title><summary type='text'>Doctor Simon is known throughout town as one of the best consultants on arthritis. He always has a waiting room full of people who need his advice and specialist treatment. One day, Betty, an elderly lady, slowly struggles into his waiting room. She is completely bent over and leans heavily on her walking stick. A chair is found for her. Eventually, her turn comes to go into Doctor Simon's office</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6530181462400719152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6530181462400719152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/miracle-doctor.html' title='Miracle Doctor'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5471208242600311535</id><published>2008-06-04T11:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:05:52.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><title type='text'>The Helpful Priest</title><summary type='text'>A priest is walking down the street one day when he notices our Little Johnny trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. However, Little Johnny is very small and the doorbell is too high for him to reach.After watching Little Johnny efforts for some time, the priest steps smartly across the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5471208242600311535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5471208242600311535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/helpful-priest.html' title='The Helpful Priest'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1367346415040074828</id><published>2008-06-04T11:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:04:13.615+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Hidden Cameras</title><summary type='text'>Billy Bob caught his friend Bubba searching high and low all around his living room.Billy Bob said, "What are you searching for?" Bubba replies, "Hidden cameras!" "And what makes you think that there are hidden cameras here?" says Billy Bob.Bubba said, "That guy on TV knows exactly what I am doing. Why, every few minutes he says, 'You are watching MTV!' How does he know that?"--C++,C,C# </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1367346415040074828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1367346415040074828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/hidden-cameras.html' title='Hidden Cameras'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3797318042618725043</id><published>2008-06-04T10:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:50:24.595+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman'/><title type='text'>Getting Attention</title><summary type='text'>On our last venture out for Christmas shopping, we had bought a few gadgets for the younguns and then realized we didn't have any batteries.I stepped over to the counter to get the batteries, but I couldn't attract any clerk's attention.I waited a while then said to April, "I'll get someone's attention. Stay right here." With that, I pulled out a tape measure I just happened to have with me, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3797318042618725043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3797318042618725043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/06/getting-attention.html' title='Getting Attention'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6025137314848799817</id><published>2008-05-30T11:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:04:01.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Pharmacist Father</title><summary type='text'>A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time. Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it’s his first time and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6025137314848799817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6025137314848799817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/pharmacist-father.html' title='Pharmacist Father'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-2513074781996045484</id><published>2008-05-26T10:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:49:00.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><title type='text'>Three Tasks</title><summary type='text'>A man walks into a hotel bar, claims a table and walks up to the bartender to order a beer. He notices a jar of money behind the counter. He asks the bartender what the jar is all about."We have a little contest going on here," the bartender replies. "Want to play?""OK, how?" asks the man.The bartender explains, "Well, first you put some money in the jar and then you have to complete three tasks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2513074781996045484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/2513074781996045484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/three-tasks.html' title='Three Tasks'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-530956407346231752</id><published>2008-05-26T10:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:16:24.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colleagues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Raman Narayan</title><summary type='text'>During work, Raman and Narayan were chatting:Raman: Narain, I've been attending night classes for 5 months now and I have an exam next week.Narayan: oh!Raman: For example, do you know who is Graham Bell?Narayan: NoRaman: He's the inventor of the phone in 1876; if you take night Courses you would know this.The next day, the same discussion took place:Raman: Do you know who Alexander Dumas is?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/530956407346231752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/530956407346231752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/raman-narayan.html' title='Raman Narayan'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5397287157530100114</id><published>2008-05-24T10:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:53:52.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandfather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secretary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Deadlock</title><summary type='text'>Boss said to secretary: For a week we will go abroad, so make arrangement.Secretary makes a call to Husband: For a week my boss and I will be going abroad, you look after yourself.Husband makes a call to secret lover: My wife is going abroad for a week, so lets spend the week together.Secret lover makes a call to small boy whom she is giving private tution: I have work for a week, so you need not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5397287157530100114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5397287157530100114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/deadlock.html' title='Deadlock'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6483735962923327838</id><published>2008-05-23T14:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T15:01:00.108+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'>Child Made Tea</title><summary type='text'>One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me and my older brother. I was maybe 1 and a half years old and someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a gift and it was one of my favorite toys.Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news and my brother was playing nearby in the living room when I brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several cups</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6483735962923327838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6483735962923327838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/child-made-tea.html' title='Child Made Tea'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7267999564193833345</id><published>2008-05-23T14:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:34:56.546+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>Frog And The Man</title><summary type='text'>A man went fishing one day. He looked over the side of his boat, and saw a snake with a frog in its mouth. Feeling sorry for the frog, he reached down,gently took the frog from the snake, and set the frog free - but then he felt sorry for the snake.He looked around the boat, but he had no food. All he had was a bottle of bourbon, so he opened the bottle and gave the snake a few shots. The snake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7267999564193833345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7267999564193833345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/frog-and-man.html' title='Frog And The Man'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1057164193537005746</id><published>2008-05-22T18:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:39:07.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>India - Very Very Fast</title><summary type='text'>There was a Japanese who went to India for sightseeing.On the last day, he hired a cab and told the driver to drive to the Airport.During the journey, a Honda drove past the taxi.Thereupon, the man leaned out of the window excitedly and yelled, "Honda, very fast! Made in Japan !!!.After a while, a Toyota sped past the taxi and again the Japanese man leaned out of the window and yelled, "Toyota, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1057164193537005746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1057164193537005746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/india-very-very-fast.html' title='India - Very Very Fast'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4733164461819567746</id><published>2008-05-22T18:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:35:46.922+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><title type='text'>Women &amp; Purses</title><summary type='text'>As the bus pulled away, I realized I had left my purse under the seat.Later, I called the company and was relieved that the driver had found my bag.When I went to pick it up, several off-duty bus drivers surrounded me. One man handed me my pocketbook, two typewritten pages and a box containing the contents of my purse."We're required to inventory lost wallets and purses," he explained. "I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4733164461819567746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4733164461819567746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/women-purses.html' title='Women &amp; Purses'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-911310033290873165</id><published>2008-05-22T14:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-22T14:30:01.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Wedding Reharsal</title><summary type='text'>During the wedding rehearsal, the groom approached the preacher with an unusual offer."Look, I'll give you $100 if you'll change the wedding vows. When you get to me and the part where I'm to promise to "love, honor and cherish" and "forsaking all others, be faithful to her forever," I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave that part out." He passed the minister a $100 bill and walked away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/911310033290873165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/911310033290873165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/wedding-reharsal.html' title='Wedding Reharsal'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8666745459653256914</id><published>2008-05-10T11:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T11:56:14.068+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zip'/><title type='text'>Zip It Up</title><summary type='text'>A patient with severe stomach ache went to doctor who advised operation and removal of Appendix. Operation over and discharged. Pain reappeared. After examining him doctor said " During the operation, a scissors has been left in the stomach. We will remove it". After getting discharged, once again there was severe pain in the abdomen. Patient became furious. Doctor after examining said in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8666745459653256914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8666745459653256914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/zip-it-up.html' title='Zip It Up'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8304714409971773733</id><published>2008-05-07T10:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:35:11.351+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertisement'/><title type='text'>The Advertisement Case</title><summary type='text'>A young woman several months pregnant boarded a bus.She noticed a young man smiling at her she began feeling humiliated on account of her condition.She changed her seat and he seemed more amused.She moved again and then on her third move he burst out laughing. She had him arrested.When the case came before the court, the young man was asked why he acted in such a manner.His reply was: When the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8304714409971773733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8304714409971773733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/advertisement-case.html' title='The Advertisement Case'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7202054888768632734</id><published>2008-05-07T10:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:28:34.466+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='students'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>The Logical Professor</title><summary type='text'>After having failed his exam in "Logistics and Organization", a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.Student : "Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?"Professor : "Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!"Student : "Great, well then I would like to ask you a question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and go. If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7202054888768632734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7202054888768632734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/logical-professor.html' title='The Logical Professor'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-403533616967181657</id><published>2008-05-03T10:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:06:02.341+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><title type='text'>Dead Irishman</title><summary type='text'>Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses 500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table.Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue play standing until Michael O'Connor looks around and asks, "Ok, me lads, someone has to tell Paddy's wife. Who will it be?"They draw straws. Liam Gallagher picks the short one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/403533616967181657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/403533616967181657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/05/dead-irishman.html' title='Dead Irishman'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7195093331868774176</id><published>2008-04-30T11:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:40:11.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer'/><title type='text'>3 Caller Operator Jokes</title><summary type='text'>Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.Operator: "Woven? Are you sure?"Caller: "Yes. That's what it says on the label; Woven in Scotland ". ==Caller: "Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?"Operator: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about".Caller: "On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7195093331868774176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7195093331868774176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/3-caller-operator-jokes.html' title='3 Caller Operator Jokes'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-6867330558022411077</id><published>2008-04-26T10:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:45:33.902+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Bear And Rabbit Joke</title><summary type='text'>There once was a bear and a rabbit and they hated each other. The bear and rabbit then stumbled upon a magical talking tree.The tree said: "I will grant you 3 wishes a piece if you will stop fighting!"So the bear went first. "I wish all the bears in the forest are females."And all the bears in the forest turned into females.The rabbit said: "I wish I had a helmet." Rabbit gets the helmet and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6867330558022411077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/6867330558022411077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/bear-and-rabbit-joke.html' title='Bear And Rabbit Joke'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8057227218679528353</id><published>2008-04-25T10:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:49:25.717+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>3 Police Jokes</title><summary type='text'>GOODIn Madison, WI. a policeman had a perfect spot to watch for speeders, but wasn't getting many. Then he discovered the problem - a 12-year old boy was standing up the road with a hand painted sign, which read 'RADAR TRAP AHEAD' The officer also found the boy had an accomplice who was a bit further down the road with a sign reading 'TIPS' and a bucket full of money. (And we used to just sell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8057227218679528353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8057227218679528353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/3-police-jokes.html' title='3 Police Jokes'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8085371801498442795</id><published>2008-04-25T10:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:36:45.902+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Heaven</title><summary type='text'>This 85 year old couple, having been married almost 60 years, had died in a car crash. They had been in good health the last ten years mainly due to her interest in health food, and exercise.When they reached the pearly gates, St. Peter took them to their mansion which was decked out with a beautiful kitchen and master bath suite and Jacuzzi. As they "oohed and aahed" the old man asked Peter how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8085371801498442795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8085371801498442795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4017513962661375519</id><published>2008-04-13T09:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:57:38.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Millionaire</title><summary type='text'>A contestant on 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire' had reachedthe final plateau. If she answered the next question correctly, shewould win $1,000,000. If she answered incorrectly, she would pocketonly the $32,000 milestone money.As she suspected it would be, the million-dollar question was no pushover:Which of the following species of birds does not build its own nest,but instead lays its eggs in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4017513962661375519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4017513962661375519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/millionaire.html' title='Millionaire'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-5610119732556790626</id><published>2008-04-10T13:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:32:21.212+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blondes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Joke</title><summary type='text'>A brunette, a redhead, and a blonde were on their way to Heaven. God told them that the stairway to Heaven was 1000 steps, and that on every 5th step He would tell them a joke. He told them not to laugh at any of the jokes along the way or else they would not be able to enter Heaven. The brunette went first and started laughing on the 45th step, so she could not enter Heaven. The redhead went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5610119732556790626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/5610119732556790626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/blonde-joke.html' title='Blonde Joke'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4706020328571591426</id><published>2008-04-08T14:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:45:26.497+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Wind And The House</title><summary type='text'>"This house," said the real estate salesman, "has both its good points and its bad points. To show you I'm honest, I'm going to tell you about both."The disadvantage is that there is a chemical plant one block south and a slaughterhouse a block north.""What is the advantage?" inquired the prospective buyer."The advantage is that you can always tell which way the wind is blowing."--The Most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4706020328571591426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4706020328571591426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/wind-and-house.html' title='Wind And The House'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1447657947796551827</id><published>2008-04-08T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:09:31.251+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Senses</title><summary type='text'>A candidate during a job interview had dissappointed his interviewer, who angrily asked the candidate - "how many senses does a man have?" . Reply was "Five, sir."The interviewer retorted - "Sorry kid, there is a 6th sense also and that is common sense, which you do not seem to have."Pat came the reply - "Sir, there is 7th sense also, that is non-sense which you are talking"Undoubtedly, he got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1447657947796551827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1447657947796551827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/senses.html' title='Senses'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-270891370131730122</id><published>2008-04-08T09:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:07:29.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman'/><title type='text'>Do You Want To Box?</title><summary type='text'>Each day when I would come home from work I would drop to my knees and ask my 4-year-old son if he wanted to box. I wanted him to learn how to protect himself, so we would spar around for a few minutes before supper.One day my wife and I took our son to get new shoes. The shoe salesman was friendly and allowed my son to try on several pairs of shoes before we decided on a particular pair that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/270891370131730122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/270891370131730122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/do-you-want-to-box.html' title='Do You Want To Box?'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-8652317530842629235</id><published>2008-04-01T11:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:08:10.241+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secretary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Office Joke</title><summary type='text'>A man comes home with his little daughter, whom he has just taken to work.The little girl asks, "I saw you in your office with your secretary. Why do you call her a doll?"Feeling his wife's gaze upon him, the man explains, "Well, honey, my secretary is a very hard-working girl. She types like you wouldn't believe, she knows the computer system and is very efficient.""Oh," says the little girl, "I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8652317530842629235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/8652317530842629235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/office-joke.html' title='Office Joke'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-3856270576502986848</id><published>2008-04-01T11:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:06:24.421+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salesman'/><title type='text'>Honest Salesman</title><summary type='text'>Owner of a new departmental store called his new salesmen and told "Always remember that the customer is very important. He is the king. You have to explain patiently whatever he asks and please remember 'Whatever he says is Right'."All the sales men went to their allotted departments. The owner was observing them through TV. Excepting one salesman all were doing good business. He called that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3856270576502986848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/3856270576502986848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/honest-salesman.html' title='Honest Salesman'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1677808077486229805</id><published>2008-04-01T10:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:00:58.773+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patient'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='operation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nurse'/><title type='text'>Sign Of A Successful Operation</title><summary type='text'>While my friend was working as a receptionist for an eye surgeon, a very angry woman stormed up to her desk.."Someone stole my wig while I was having surgery yesterday," she complained.The doctor came out and tried to calm her down."I assure you that no one on my staff would have done such a thing," he said."Why do you think your wig was taken here?""After the operation, I noticed the wig I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1677808077486229805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1677808077486229805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/04/sign-of-successful-operation.html' title='Sign Of A Successful Operation'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-9218842533349113877</id><published>2008-03-31T23:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:03:43.856+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>What Chair?</title><summary type='text'>An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics.The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on his desk and wrote on the board: "Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist."Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks were filled in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/9218842533349113877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/9218842533349113877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/03/what-chair.html' title='What Chair?'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-4104765461680830133</id><published>2008-03-31T22:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:01:25.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>An Elephant Story</title><summary type='text'>In 1986, Peter Davies was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Peter approached it very carefully.He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4104765461680830133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/4104765461680830133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/03/elephant-story.html' title='An Elephant Story'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-1960639007804552884</id><published>2008-03-31T14:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:30:14.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>A Lobster Story</title><summary type='text'>In a small fishing village, a Newfoundlander was walking Up the wharf carrying two at-least-three-pound live lobsters, one in each hand.It was three weeks after the season closed! Whom should he meet at the end of the wharf but the Federal Fisheries Officer who, upon viewing the live and wiggling lobsters, says: "Well me Laddie I got you this time - with two live lobsters three weeks after the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1960639007804552884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/1960639007804552884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/03/lobster-story.html' title='A Lobster Story'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1625039343837343377.post-7931383199087485333</id><published>2008-03-31T14:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:17:14.943+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><summary type='text'>A retired Italian wine maker went to the village church to make his confession for the first time in many decades. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said, "Father, during World War II, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the enemy. I hid her in my attic."The priest replied, "That was a wonderful thing you did, my son! You have no need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7931383199087485333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1625039343837343377/posts/default/7931383199087485333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes.humourbox.info/2008/03/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Pradeep S</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-toKTJakb_B4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/KJkMwvPmAiA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
