<?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-2819919492349242863</id><updated>2012-02-07T22:29:30.167-08:00</updated><category term='Legal'/><category term='jet'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='beer'/><category term='business'/><category term='Linsday Lohan'/><category term='engineering'/><category term='PJ'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Logical'/><category term='Lie Detector. Robot'/><category term='ads'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='real estate'/><category term='Placements'/><category term='VTU'/><category term='Paper'/><category term='medical'/><category term='mercedes'/><category term='Corrector'/><category term='mansion'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='world bank'/><category term='teacher'/><category term='bill gates'/><category term='microsoft'/><category term='Law'/><category term='Tv'/><category term='Cellular service'/><title type='text'>Disaster Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-9024985326375491329</id><published>2008-07-09T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:44:08.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft'/><title type='text'>War of Pj's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's the difference between a fly &amp;amp; a mosquito?&lt;br /&gt;Simple!&lt;br /&gt;A fly can fly, but a mosquito cannot mosquito!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did baby corn ask mom corn???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is Pop corn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is the River Rich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It has two Banks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What do computers like to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did the teacher wear sunglasses to School???&lt;br /&gt;She had a Bright Student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When does Gulshan Grover become Gulshan Grocer.???  &lt;br /&gt;Ans: When he travels with the speed of light.(At that Speed, V=C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Velocity = Constant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ek aadmi ke pass ek kauwa (CROW) tha ……….wo bahut hi naram mulayam tha ……. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To woh aadmi uska naam kya rakhega ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MICROSOFT   ( My- Crow – Soft )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: olive;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once in MIT, there was an Indian student. He was very briliant, and his General Knowledge (GK) was excellent.He won every Quiz in the institute .... Once he fell in love with a Phirangi girl...He proposed the girl, but She straight way rejected him ... calling him Bloody Desi...So after this, his GK fell drastically, and he stopped taking part in Quiz and all.....Now, u tell me the reason ... WHY ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;becoz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jab Dil hee toot gaya....toh GK kya karenge ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:olive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: olive;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-9024985326375491329?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9024985326375491329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=9024985326375491329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/9024985326375491329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/9024985326375491329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/war-of-pjs.html' title='War of Pj&apos;s'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-8997474710869909025</id><published>2007-10-11T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:42:19.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tv'/><title type='text'>Chirkut Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A chirkut and his wife were relaxing in the living room. He said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and taking fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She got up, unplugged the TV,and threw out his beer bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-8997474710869909025?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8997474710869909025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=8997474710869909025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/8997474710869909025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/8997474710869909025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/chirkut-mantra.html' title='Chirkut Mantra'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-7782279001953212845</id><published>2007-10-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:17:21.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>Logic and Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirkut After having failed his exam in "Logic and Law", a student goes and confronts his lecturer about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirkut:           "Sir, do you really understand anything about the subject?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor:        "Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a professor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirkut: "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 however do not know the answer, I want you give me an "A" for the exam. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Professor:        "Okay, it's a deal. So what is the question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chirkut:           "What is legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A", as agreed. After wards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the same question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He immediately answers: "Sir, you are 63 years old and married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a 25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given your wife's lover an "A", although he really should have failed, is neither legal, nor logical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-7782279001953212845?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7782279001953212845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=7782279001953212845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/7782279001953212845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/7782279001953212845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/logic-and-law.html' title='Logic and Law'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-5583715209104257039</id><published>2007-09-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:42:02.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical'/><title type='text'>Chirkut The Doctor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me tell you about my doctor Chirkut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you tell him you want a second opinion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he'll go out and come in again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;He treated one woman for yellow jaundice for three years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;before he realized she was Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another time he gave a patient six months to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; At the end of the six months, the patient hadn't paid his bill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so the doctor gave him another six months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;While he was talking to me, his nurse came in and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Doctor, there is a man here who thinks he's invisible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The doctor said, "Tell him I can't see him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another time, a man came running in the office and yelled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Doctor, doctor!! -my son just swallowed a roll of film!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The doctor calmly replied, "Let's just wait and see what develops." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One patient came in and said, "Doctor, I have a serious memory problem." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The doctor asked, "When did it start?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man replied, "When did what start?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember one time I told my doctor I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; had a ringing in my ears. His advice: "Don't answer it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; My doctor sure has his share of nut cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One said to him, "Doctor, I think I'm a bell." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The doctor gave him some pills and said, "Here, take these -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if they don't work, give me a ring."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another guy told the doctor that he thought he was a deck of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; The doctor simply said, "Go sit over there. I'll deal with you later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I told my doctor I broke my leg in two places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he told me to stop going to those places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know, doctors can be so frustrating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;You wait a month and a half for an appointment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then he says, "I wish you had come to me sooner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-5583715209104257039?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5583715209104257039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=5583715209104257039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5583715209104257039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5583715209104257039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/chirkut-doctor.html' title='Chirkut The Doctor.'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-6633622529316843029</id><published>2007-09-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:13:05.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ads'/><title type='text'>Advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Benny was talking to his best friend Harry.&lt;br /&gt;"You know Harry, I can't understand why you failed in business. You had such good ideas." &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too much advertising was the main reason for my failure," replied Harry.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't remember you spending a penny on advertising all your life," said Benny.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're correct there," said Harry, "but all my competitors did." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-6633622529316843029?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6633622529316843029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=6633622529316843029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/6633622529316843029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/6633622529316843029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/advertisement.html' title='Advertisement'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-366994648148893774</id><published>2007-09-09T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:02:55.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie Detector. Robot'/><title type='text'>Classroom Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Teacher: What happened in 1869?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Student: Gandhi ji was born..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Teacher: What happened in 1873?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Student: Gandhiji was four years old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher: Because of Gandhiji's hard work what do we get on 15th August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Student: A holiday....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Tomorrow there will be a lecture on Sun, Everyone must attend it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa: No ma'm..! I will not be able to attend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Why...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa: My mother will not allow me to go so far....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher: There is a frog, Ship is sinking, potatoes cost Rs 3/kg.. Then, what is my age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;STUDENT: 32 yrs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher: How do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;STUDENT: Well, my sister is 16 yrs old and she is half mad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher: Where does God live..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Little boy: I think he lives in our bathroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Teacher: Why do you say that..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Little boy: Well, every morning my daddy bangs on the bathroom door and says, 'God, are you still in there..?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-366994648148893774?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/366994648148893774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=366994648148893774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/366994648148893774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/366994648148893774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/classroom-jokes.html' title='Classroom Jokes'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-3204752790687786615</id><published>2007-09-05T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T08:38:39.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Placements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VTU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Happy Teacher's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: History is a very interesting subject. It tells you about what had happened in the past. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Student: Please teacher, I don ' t think I want to study history. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: Why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Student: There is no future in it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: Ted, if your father has $10 and you ask him for $6, how much would your father still have? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ted: $10. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: You don ' t know maths. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ted: You don ' t know my father! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother: David, come here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;David: Yes, mum? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother: You really disappoint me. Your results are getting worse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;David: But I will only get my report book tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother: I know that. But I am going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I am scolding you now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father: Why did you fail your mathematics test? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Son: On Monday, teacher said 3+5=8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father: So? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Son: On Tuesday, she said 4+4=8 And on Wednesday, she said 6+2=8. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If she can ' t make up her mind, how do I know the right answer? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mother and son were doing dishes while the father and daughter were Watching TV in the living room. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of breaking plates, Then complete silence. The daughter turned to look at her father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter: It ' s mummy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Father: How do you know? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daughter: She didn ' t say anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl: Do you love me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy: Yes Dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl: Would you die for me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy: No, mine is undying love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man: How old is your father? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy: As old as me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man: How can that be? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boy: He became a father only when I was born &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: Simon, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother ' s. Did u copy his? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simon: No, teacher, it ' s the same dog! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:Tms Rmn;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Teacher: "Where were u born?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Student: " Singapore , Sir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Teacher: "Which part?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Student: "All of me, Sir." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-3204752790687786615?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3204752790687786615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=3204752790687786615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/3204752790687786615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/3204752790687786615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-5524697901236818172</id><published>2007-08-22T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:17:21.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cellular service'/><title type='text'>Chirkut in the farm</title><content type='html'>One day, Farmer Chirkut was in town picking up supplies for his farm. He stopped by the hardware store and picked up a bucket and an anvil. Then, he stopped by the livestock dealer to buy a couple of chickens and a goose. However, he now had a problem: How to carry all of his purchases home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The livestock dealer said, "Why don't you put the anvil in the bucket, carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and carry the goose in your other hand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, thanks!" the farmer said, and off he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking he met a little old lady who told him she was lost. She asked, "Can you tell me how to get to 15 Rose Mary Mario Lane?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I live at 20 Rose Mary Mario Lane. Let's take my short cut and go thru these sarso ke khet. We'll be there in no time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady said, "I am a lonely widow without a husband to defend me. How do I know that when we get into the khet you won't ravish me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Holy shit, lady! I am carrying a bucket, an anvil, two chickens, and a goose. How in God's name could I possibly hold you up and do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little old lady said, "Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket, put the anvil on top of the bucket, and I'll hold the chickens."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-5524697901236818172?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5524697901236818172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=5524697901236818172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5524697901236818172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5524697901236818172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/08/chirkut-in-farm.html' title='Chirkut in the farm'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-863921270698656316</id><published>2007-07-07T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:37:01.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lie Detector. Robot'/><title type='text'>Lie Detector</title><content type='html'>One day Chirkut's dad bought a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot was special in that it could detect a lie&lt;br /&gt;and would slap the person who lied on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack returned late from school that day and his dad&lt;br /&gt;asked him, "Son why are you late from school?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack answered, "Dad we had extra classes today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to his astonishment the Robot jumped up and&lt;br /&gt;slapped Jack on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad told him, this robot is special in that he can&lt;br /&gt;detect a lie and will then slap the person who lied&lt;br /&gt;now come on tell me the truth, " Why are you late?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad I went for a movie",&lt;br /&gt;"Which movie?"&lt;br /&gt;"The Ten Commandments",&lt;br /&gt;Splatt... Jack got a tight slap on the face from the&lt;br /&gt;robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No dad honest I went for the movie Sex Queen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shame on you son when I was your age I never used to&lt;br /&gt;do such shameful things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splatt, the dad gets a tight slap on the face from the&lt;br /&gt;robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing all this, Jack's mother comes walking out of&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen saying, "After all he is your son, he will&lt;br /&gt;be like you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot steps up and gives a resounding slap on&lt;br /&gt;Jack's mothers face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask what the moral of the story is&lt;br /&gt;??????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-863921270698656316?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/863921270698656316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=863921270698656316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/863921270698656316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/863921270698656316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/lie-detector.html' title='Lie Detector'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-5841389086066848982</id><published>2007-07-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:20:44.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cellular service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Chirkut Statitics of iphone vs myPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cost:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone: costs $499 or $599 after you’ve signed a 2 year contract with Cingular.&lt;br /&gt;myPhone: costs $18 and no contract with Cingular. In fact when you buy this pay-as-you-go Phone, you get $10 worth of talk time free. In effect myPhone costs $8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone: is a phone, a camera, a music player and an internet browser.&lt;br /&gt;myPhone: is barely even a phone. Some days it wakes me up doubling as an alarm. It triples as a girl repellant. Ideal function for married men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-5841389086066848982?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5841389086066848982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=5841389086066848982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5841389086066848982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5841389086066848982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/chirkut-statitics-of-iphone-vs-myphone.html' title='Chirkut Statitics of iphone vs myPhone'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-5875856568485267988</id><published>2007-07-05T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:10:14.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linsday Lohan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cellular service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Chirkut running for an iPhone.</title><content type='html'>Chirkut have pictures and interviews of people queued up for the iPhone. This must include variants of the following:&lt;br /&gt;a. The man who has been sitting in the queue since the first ad came out…he is seventh in the queue&lt;br /&gt;b. The man who has been in the queue since Steve Jobs was born. He is second in the queue&lt;br /&gt;c. The woman who is sitting in the queue in place of Lindsay Lohan, who will replace her as soon as the store opens.&lt;br /&gt;d. The family that is reconnecting after twenty years of separate dinners. They are almost together now: numbers 13, 15, 19, and 327 in the queue.&lt;br /&gt;e. Interview with the guy who thinks this is the soup kitchen queue and nobody bothered to correct him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-5875856568485267988?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5875856568485267988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=5875856568485267988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5875856568485267988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5875856568485267988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/chirkut-running-for-iphone.html' title='Chirkut running for an iPhone.'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-3169930109545998127</id><published>2007-07-03T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:21:49.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Chirkut wants to marry his grandma.</title><content type='html'>"Daddy," said a Chirkut, "I'd like to get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, son." said his father. "Anyone special in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," answered Chirkut. "Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, wait a minute," said his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't think I'd let you marry my mother, do you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" the he asked. "You married mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-3169930109545998127?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3169930109545998127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=3169930109545998127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/3169930109545998127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/3169930109545998127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/chirkut-wants-to-marry-his-grandma.html' title='Chirkut wants to marry his grandma.'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-2981165422080860971</id><published>2007-06-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:03:55.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrector'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Placements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VTU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Jobs::Classifieds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Job Opening in VTU ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VTU requires candidates for the post of paper correctors. No cut off. Knowledge of alphabets and numbers from 1 to 34 is sufficient. Even UKG pass can apply.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-2981165422080860971?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2981165422080860971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=2981165422080860971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/2981165422080860971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/2981165422080860971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/jobsclassifieds.html' title='Jobs::Classifieds'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-8285216287505668967</id><published>2007-06-23T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:35:19.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mansion'/><title type='text'>4 Friends.</title><content type='html'>Four friends, who hadn't seen each other in 30 years, reunited at a party. After several drinks, one of the men had to use the rest room. Those who remained talked about their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy said, 'My son is my pride and joy. He started working at a successful company at the bottom of the barrel. He studied Economics and Business Administration and soon began to climb the corporate ladder and now he's the president of the company. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy said, 'Darn, that's terrific! My son is also my pride and joy. He started working for a big airline, then went to flight school to become a pilot. Eventually he became a partner in the company, where he owns the majority of it's assets. He's so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third man said 'Well, that's terrific! My son studied in the best universities and became an engineer. Then he started his own construction company and is now a multimillionaire. He also gave away something very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday. A 30,000 square foot mansion.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other just as the fourth friend returned from the restroom and asked 'What are all the congratulations for?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the three said 'We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons. What about your son?' The fourth man replied 'My son is gay and makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three friends said 'What a shame... what a disappointment.' The fourth man replied 'No, I'm not ashamed. He's my son and I love him. And he hasn't done too badly either. His birthday was two weeks ago, and he received a beautiful 30,000 square foot mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes from his three boyfriends.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-8285216287505668967?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8285216287505668967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=8285216287505668967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/8285216287505668967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/8285216287505668967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-friends.html' title='4 Friends.'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-5820969243468367028</id><published>2007-06-21T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:10:44.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill gates'/><title type='text'>Business::This is what its all about.</title><content type='html'>Father : "I want you to marry a girl of my choice"&lt;br /&gt;Son : "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;br /&gt;Father : "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son : "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Father : "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates : "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;br /&gt;Father : "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates : "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Father : "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President : "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Father : "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President : "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-5820969243468367028?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5820969243468367028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=5820969243468367028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5820969243468367028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/5820969243468367028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/businessthis-is-what-its-all-about.html' title='Business::This is what its all about.'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-1520110669848440393</id><published>2007-06-16T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:20:55.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HR recruitment</title><content type='html'>One day while walking down the street a highly successful Human Resources&lt;br /&gt;Manager was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in&lt;br /&gt;heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it&lt;br /&gt;seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources Manager make it this far and we're not really sure what to&lt;br /&gt;do with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let&lt;br /&gt;you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose&lt;br /&gt;whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, I think I've made up my mind, I prefer to stay in Heaven", said&lt;br /&gt;the woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we have rules..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that St. Peter put the executive in an elevator and it went&lt;br /&gt;down-down-down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors opened and she found herself stepping out onto the putting green&lt;br /&gt;of a beautiful golf course. In the distance was a country club and standing&lt;br /&gt;in front of her were all her friends - fellow executives that she had&lt;br /&gt;worked with and they were well dressed in evening gowns and cheering for&lt;br /&gt;her. They ran up and kissed her on both cheeks and they talked about old&lt;br /&gt;times. They played an excellent round of golf and at night went to the&lt;br /&gt;country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kind of cute) and she&lt;br /&gt;had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that before she knew it, it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and&lt;br /&gt;waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator went up-up-up and opened back up at the Pearly Gates and found&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24&lt;br /&gt;hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. She had&lt;br /&gt;great time and before she knew it her 24 hours were up and St. Peter came&lt;br /&gt;and got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you&lt;br /&gt;must choose your eternity,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd&lt;br /&gt;say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a&lt;br /&gt;better time in Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So St. Peter escorted her to the elevator and again she went down-down-down&lt;br /&gt;back to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a&lt;br /&gt;desolate wasteland covered in garbage and filth. She saw her friends were&lt;br /&gt;dressed in rags and were picking up the garbage and putting it in sacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil came up to her and put his arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," stammered the woman, "yesterday I was here and there&lt;br /&gt;was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and&lt;br /&gt;had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of garbage and all my&lt;br /&gt;friends look miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil looked at her smiled and told...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*"Yesterday we were recruiting you, Today you are an employee.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-1520110669848440393?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1520110669848440393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=1520110669848440393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/1520110669848440393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/1520110669848440393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/hr-recruitment.html' title='HR recruitment'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819919492349242863.post-1610730819427664897</id><published>2007-06-15T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:09:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke Of the DAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Once Chirkut was looking at a WANTED poster &amp; was wondering - 'Saala wanted tha to photo kheenchne ke baad use jaane kyon diya ? '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;There's this old priest who got sick of all the people in his parish&lt;br /&gt;who kept confessing to adultery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday, in the pulpit, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"If I hear one more person confess to adultery, I'll quit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone liked him, so they came up with a code word. Someone&lt;br /&gt;who had committed adultery would say they had "fallen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed to satisfy the old priest and things went well, until the&lt;br /&gt;priest died at a ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week after the new priest&lt;br /&gt;arrived, he visited the mayor of the town and seemed very concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "You have to do something about the sidewalks in&lt;br /&gt;town. When people come into the confessional, they keep talking about&lt;br /&gt;having fallen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mayor started to laugh, realizing that no one had told the new priest about the code word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mayor could explain, the priest shook an accusing finger at&lt;br /&gt;the mayor and said, "I don't know what you're laughing about, your&lt;br /&gt;wife fell three times this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,Times NewRoman;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2819919492349242863-1610730819427664897?l=disasterjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1610730819427664897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2819919492349242863&amp;postID=1610730819427664897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/1610730819427664897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2819919492349242863/posts/default/1610730819427664897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disasterjokes.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-chirkut-was-looking-at-wanted.html' title='Joke Of the DAY!!'/><author><name>biplav saraf</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xfG5lDxwwmw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Dl_3aJqZ_nI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
