<?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-12574513</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:22:20.449+08:00</updated><category term='auditor'/><category term='audit'/><category term='Christina Aguilera'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='Britney Spears'/><title type='text'>The Best  Internet Jokes Collection</title><subtitle type='html'>Read it and laugh! You can share your jokes too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-8814687026302602020</id><published>2009-05-20T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:35:33.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get an accountant job ?</title><content type='html'>A business man was interviewing applicants for the position of divisional manager. He devised a simple test to select the most suitable person for the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked each applicant the question, "What is two and two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first interviewee was a journalist. His answer was "Twenty-two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was a social worker. She said, "I dont know the answer but Im glad we had time to discuss this important question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third applicant was an engineer. He pulled out a slide rule and showed the answer to be between 3.999 and 4.001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next person was a lawyer. He stated that in the case of Jenkins v Commr of Stamp Duties (Qld), two and two was proven to be four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last applicant was an accountant. The business man asked him, "How much is two and two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountant got up from his chair, went over to the door and closed it then came back and sat down. He leaned across the desk and said in a low voice, "How much do you want it to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-8814687026302602020?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8814687026302602020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=8814687026302602020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/8814687026302602020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/8814687026302602020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-get-accountant-job.html' title='How to get an accountant job ?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-2295047915824845196</id><published>2009-05-20T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:33:03.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auditor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audit'/><title type='text'>Auditor Joke</title><content type='html'>An auditor is checking the books of an airline. He is puzzled by the excess use of fuel on a Melbourne to Canberra flight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rings up the pilot and asks for an explanation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was late at night" says the pilot, "Canberra was covered in fog and I lost my bearings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Im sorry," says the auditor, "but you'll have to bear the cost yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cost of what?" asks the pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of the bearings you lost."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-2295047915824845196?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2295047915824845196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=2295047915824845196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Madonna, Britney and Christina</title><content type='html'>Due to a mixup on  Grammy night, Madonna, Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera are forced to share a private jet in order to arrive in time for the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once up in the air, Madonna pulls out a $1000 bill and says, "I'm going to throw this $1000 bill out the window and make someone down below very happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, Britney ripped a $1000 bill in half and threw it out the window, saying, "Look, I just made two people really happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even noticing Britney's stupid move, Christina bragged, "Look, I'm going to throw 1000 $1 bills and make a lot more people a little happier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the pilot, who has overheard all this bragging and can't stand it anymore, comes out and says, "I think I'll throw all three of you out of this plane and make 250 million people happy."&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-5244353077712445354</id><published>2007-11-15T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:55:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Legal Terminology</title><content type='html'>When a person assists a criminal in breaking the law BEFORE the criminal gets arrested, we call him an accomplice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person assists a criminal in breaking the law AFTER the criminal has been arrested, we call him a defense attorney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-5244353077712445354?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-2567277583105967290</id><published>2007-11-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:53:28.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migraine Cure</title><content type='html'>A man goes to the doctor with a long history of migraine headaches. When the doctor does his history and physical, he discovers that his poor patient has had practically every therapy known to man for his migraines and STILL no improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," says the Doc, "I have migraines too, and the advice I'm going to give you isn't really anything I learned in medical school, but it's advice that I've gotten from my own experience. When I have a migraine, I go home, get in a nice hot bathtub, and soak for a while. Then I have my wife sponge me off with the hottest water I can stand, especially around the forehead. This helps a little. Then I get out of the tub, take her into the bedroom, and even if my head is killing me, I force myself to have sex with her. Almost always, the headache is immediately gone. Now, give it a try, and come back and see me in six weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks later, the patient returns with a big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc! I took your advice and it works! It REALLY WORKS! I've had migraines for 17 years and this is the FIRST time anyone has ever helped me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the physician, "I'm glad I could help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, Doc," the patient adds, "you have a REALLY nice house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-2567277583105967290?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/2567277583105967290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=2567277583105967290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/2567277583105967290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/2567277583105967290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2007/11/migraine-cure.html' title='Migraine Cure'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-4067877589123926478</id><published>2007-11-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:51:29.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bride tells her husband</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-4067877589123926478?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/4067877589123926478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=4067877589123926478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/4067877589123926478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/4067877589123926478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2007/11/bride-tells-her-husband.html' title='The bride tells her husband'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-7180699382347458591</id><published>2007-11-15T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:49:27.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Husbands, Still a Virgin</title><content type='html'>A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said the puzzled groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be if you've been married ten times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #2 was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #3 was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #9 was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-7180699382347458591?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/7180699382347458591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=7180699382347458591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/7180699382347458591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/7180699382347458591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-husbands-still-virgin.html' title='10 Husbands, Still a Virgin'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-9150696063213779160</id><published>2007-11-15T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:45:47.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Relationship</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed. "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem?" the docotor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing all around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did my advice not work?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a problem," the man replied. "My wife does."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-9150696063213779160?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/9150696063213779160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=9150696063213779160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/9150696063213779160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/9150696063213779160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2007/11/better-relationship.html' title='Better Relationship'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-8554209912643855499</id><published>2007-08-19T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:06:05.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Body Massage (Funny Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEqzKiRCIY4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEqzKiRCIY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-8554209912643855499?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/8554209912643855499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=8554209912643855499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/8554209912643855499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/8554209912643855499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2007/08/woman-body-massage-funny-video.html' title='Woman Body Massage (Funny Video)'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116477737441682530</id><published>2006-04-02T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:16:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Writer</title><content type='html'>There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire become a great writer.When asked to define "great" he said, "I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!"He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116477737441682530?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116477737441682530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116477737441682530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116477737441682530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116477737441682530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-writer.html' title='The Great Writer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116477721071370246</id><published>2006-03-29T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:13:30.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Management know their Staff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On walking into the factory, the MD noticed a young guy leaning  against the wall, doing nothing. He approached the young man and calmly said to him, How much do you earn?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young man was quite amazed that he was asked such a personal question, he replied, none the less, "I earn $ 2 000.00 a month, Sir. Why?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without answering, the MD took out his wallet and removed $ 6000.00 cash And gave it to the young man and said, "Around here I pay people for working, not for standing around looking pretty! Here is 3 months' salary, now GET OUT and don't come back".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The young man turned around and was quickly out of sight. Noticing a Few onlookers, the MD said in a very upset manner, "And that applies for everybody in this company". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He approached one of the onlookers and asked him, "Who 's the young man that I just fired ?" To which an amazing reply came of, "He was the pizza delivery man, Sir...!!!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116477721071370246?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116477721071370246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116477721071370246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116477721071370246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116477721071370246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/03/does-management-know-their-staff.html' title='Does the Management know their Staff?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116072757387443047</id><published>2006-02-06T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:19:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend is Dead!</title><content type='html'>A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn't seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gasps to the operator: "My friend is dead! What can I do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice, says: "Just take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy's voice comes back on the line. He says: "OK, now what?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116072757387443047?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116072757387443047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116072757387443047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072757387443047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072757387443047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-friend-is-dead.html' title='My Friend is Dead!'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116072533033289562</id><published>2006-02-01T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:42:10.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH BENG the Crazy Singaporean II</title><content type='html'>Why  can't  Ah  Beng dial 911?  Because he can't find the number 11 (eleven) on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah  Beng  had  just  bought  a  new  computer  and was using it. When he encountered some  problems. He decide to use the 'Help' command after some tries. Soon after, he became very irritated and called the computer retailer for support. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah  Beng  : "I press the 'F1' key for help lah, but it's been over half an hour and still nobody come and help me Lah ?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah  Beng with two red ears went to his doctor. The doctor asked him what had happened to his ears and he answered, "I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring, lah  - but instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it to my &lt;br /&gt;ear, lah" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear !" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But ... what happened to the other ear ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng answered : "That stupid dumbo called back, lah !!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng talk to a long-distance telephone operator. &lt;br /&gt;Ah  Beng: "COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME THE TIME DIFFERENCE BETWEEN Taipei AND LAS VEGAS ?" &lt;br /&gt;Operator: "JUST A MINUTE..." &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng  : "THANK YOU , lah" AND PUTS DOWN THE PHONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  completing  a  jigsaw  puzzle he'd been working on for quite some &lt;br /&gt;time, Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It took me ONLY 5 MONTHS TO DO IT", Ah Beng brags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FIVE MONTHS ? THAT'S TOO LONG", the friend exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU  ARE A FOOL." Ah Beng replies, "SEE THIS BOX, IT IS WRITTEN FOR 4-7 YRS". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At  a  bar  in  New York, the man to Ah Beng's left tells the bartender, &lt;br /&gt;"JOHNNIE  WALKER,  SINGLE" and his  companion says,  "JACK DANIELS, SINGLE". The bartender approaches Ah Beng and asks, "AND YOU, SIR ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng replies : "Tan Ah Beng, MARRIED lah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116072533033289562?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116072533033289562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116072533033289562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072533033289562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072533033289562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/ah-beng-crazy-singaporean-ii.html' title='AH BENG the Crazy Singaporean II'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116072509297807923</id><published>2006-01-31T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:38:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH BENG the Crazy Singaporean I</title><content type='html'>Why did Ah Beng go to a movie with his 18 friends? &lt;br /&gt;Because below 18 not allowed Lah ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng wants to buy a TV set. He goes to a shop. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "Do you have color TV ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "Yes !" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "Give me a green one, please " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah  Beng  is  filling  up an application form for a job. He supplied the information  for the columns on Name, Age, Address etc. Then he comes to column on "Salary Expected", but he is not sure of the question. After much thought, he writes " Yes " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng goes to a store and sees a shiny object. &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "What is that shiny object ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "That is a thermos flask." &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "I'll buy it" &lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ah Beng goes to work with his thermo flask &lt;br /&gt;Boss      : "What is that shiny object ?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "It's a thermos flask." &lt;br /&gt;Boss      : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold" &lt;br /&gt;Boss      : "What do you have in it !?" &lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng   : "Two cups of coffee and one cup of ice cream" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  taking  photocopies of documents, Ah Beng always compares it with the original for spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng always smiles during lightning storms because he thinks his picture is being taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116072509297807923?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116072509297807923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116072509297807923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072509297807923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116072509297807923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/ah-beng-crazy-singaporean-i.html' title='AH BENG the Crazy Singaporean I'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070782455150631</id><published>2006-01-21T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:50:24.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying Lawyer</title><content type='html'>How can you tell when a lawyer is about to lie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lips start moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070782455150631?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070782455150631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070782455150631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070782455150631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070782455150631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/lying-lawyer.html' title='Lying Lawyer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070771084280535</id><published>2006-01-19T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:48:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kind Lawyer</title><content type='html'>One afternoon, a lawyer was riding in the back of his limousine when he saw two men eating grass by the road side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you eating grass?", he asked one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have any money for food.", The poor man replied. "Oh, come along with me then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with two children!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them along! And you, come with us too!", he said to the other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife with six children!" the second man answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them as well!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed into the car, which was no easy task, even for a car as large as the limo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once underway, one of the poor fellows says "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer replied "No, you don't understand, the grass at my home is about three feet tall!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070771084280535?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070771084280535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070771084280535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070771084280535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070771084280535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/kind-lawyer.html' title='A Kind Lawyer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070757756090322</id><published>2006-01-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:46:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Mastermind</title><content type='html'>An applicant was filling out a job application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came to the question, "Have you ever been arrested?" he wrote, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next question, intended for people who had answered in the affirmative to the previous question, was "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The applicant answered it anyway: "Never got caught."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070757756090322?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070757756090322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070757756090322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070757756090322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070757756090322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/criminal-mastermind.html' title='Criminal Mastermind'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070737986013304</id><published>2006-01-12T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:42:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assasin Interview</title><content type='html'>fter all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists for the CIA assasin position — two men and one woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man said. "You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent replies, "Then you’re not the right man for this job." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can’t kill my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent replies "You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman’s turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. So I had to beat him to death with the chair."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070737986013304?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070737986013304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070737986013304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070737986013304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070737986013304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/assasin-interview.html' title='Assasin Interview'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070722365324124</id><published>2006-01-09T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:40:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>top ten tips to know if you have PMS</title><content type='html'>10. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You're using your cell phone to dial up bumper stickers that says, "How's my driving? Call 1-800-EAT-SHIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're convinced there's a God and he's male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You're counting down the days until menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070722365324124?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070722365324124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070722365324124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070722365324124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070722365324124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-ten-tips-to-know-if-you-have-pms.html' title='top ten tips to know if you have PMS'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070715582655708</id><published>2006-01-05T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:39:15.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Migrain Cure</title><content type='html'>A man goes to the doctor with a long history of migraine headaches. When the doctor does his history and physical, he discovers that his poor patient has had practically every therapy known to man for his migraines and STILL no improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen," says the Doc, "I have migraines too, and the advice I'm going to give you isn't really anything I learned in medical school, but it's advice that I've gotten from my own experience. When I have a migraine, I go home, get in a nice hot bathtub, and soak for a while. Then I have my wife sponge me off with the hottest water I can stand, especially around the forehead. This helps a little. Then I get out of the tub, take her into the bedroom, and even if my head is killing me, I force myself to have sex with her. Almost always, the headache is immediately gone. Now, give it a try, and come back and see me in six weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six weeks later, the patient returns with a big grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc! I took your advice and it works! It REALLY WORKS! I've had migraines for 17 years and this is the FIRST time anyone has ever helped me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the physician, "I'm glad I could help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By the way, Doc," the patient adds, "you have a REALLY nice house."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070715582655708?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070715582655708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070715582655708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070715582655708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070715582655708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/migrain-cure.html' title='Migrain Cure'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070700521813028</id><published>2006-01-01T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:37:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Pains</title><content type='html'>A married couple went to he hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labour pain to the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favour of it. The doctor set the pain transfer dial to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the labour progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband were ecstatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, the mailman was lying dead on their porch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070700521813028?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070700521813028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070700521813028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070700521813028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070700521813028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2006/01/labour-pains.html' title='Labour Pains'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070686243777862</id><published>2005-12-30T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:34:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fisherman's Tale</title><content type='html'>Two fellas are fishing in a boat under a bridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One looks up and sees a funeral procession starting across the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands up, takes off his cap, and bows his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procession crosses the bridge and the man puts on his cap, picks up his rod and reel, and continues fishing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy says, "That was touching. I didn't know you had it in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy responds, "Well, I guess it was the thing to do - after all, I was married to her for 40 years."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070686243777862?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070686243777862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070686243777862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070686243777862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070686243777862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/fishermans-tale.html' title='A Fisherman&apos;s Tale'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116070674555753777</id><published>2005-12-21T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:33:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Guy</title><content type='html'>A man escapes from prison where he has been for 15 years. He breaks into a house to look for money and guns and finds a young couple in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He orders the guy out of bed and ties him to a chair, while tying the girl to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her neck, then gets up and goes into the bathroom. While he's in there, the husband tells his wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, this guy's an escaped convict, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in jail and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, do whatever he tells you. Satisfy him no matter how much he nauseates you. This guy is probably very dangerous. If he gets angry, he'll kill us. Be strong, honey. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which his wife responds: "He wasn't kissing my neck. He wwas whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom. Be strong honey. I love you too!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116070674555753777?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116070674555753777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116070674555753777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070674555753777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116070674555753777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/poor-guy.html' title='Poor Guy'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050273025528345</id><published>2005-12-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:52:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Honest Lawyer?</title><content type='html'>A woman and her little girl were visiting the grave of the little girl's grandmother. On their way through the cemetery back to the car, the little girl asked, "Mommy, do they ever bury two people in the same grave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not, dear," replied the mother, "Why would you think that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tombstone back there said... 'Here lies a lawyer and an honest man.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050273025528345?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050273025528345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050273025528345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050273025528345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050273025528345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/honest-lawyer.html' title='An Honest Lawyer?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050252805975353</id><published>2005-12-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:48:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital letters</title><content type='html'>This guy calls in to complain that he gets an "Access Denied" message every time he logs in. It turned out he was typing his user name and password in capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "OK, let's try once more, but use lower case letters." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Uh, I only have capital letters on my keyboard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050252805975353?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050252805975353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050252805975353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050252805975353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050252805975353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/capital-letters.html' title='Capital letters'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050241254513365</id><published>2005-12-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:46:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Support Trials and Tribulations</title><content type='html'>Customer: "Your sound card is defective and I want a new one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "What seems to be the problem?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "The balance is backwards. The left channel is coming out of the right speaker and the right channel is coming out the left. It's defective!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "You can solve the problem by moving the left speaker to the right side of the machine and vice versa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (sputter) (click) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: (snicker)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050241254513365?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050241254513365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050241254513365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050241254513365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050241254513365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/tech-support-trials-and-tribulations.html' title='Tech Support Trials and Tribulations'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050226804445163</id><published>2005-12-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:44:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc, I feel pains</title><content type='html'>Doctor, Doctor I keep getting pains in the eye when I drink coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Have you ever tried it by taking the spoon out FIRST?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050226804445163?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050226804445163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050226804445163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050226804445163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050226804445163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/doc-i-feel-pains.html' title='Doc, I feel pains'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050153890187006</id><published>2005-12-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:32:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Servant</title><content type='html'>"Give me a sentence about a public servant," said a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," said the young student confidently. "Means carrying a child."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050153890187006?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050153890187006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050153890187006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050153890187006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050153890187006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/public-servant.html' title='Public Servant'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116050138697174689</id><published>2005-12-11T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:29:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic Rules of Flying</title><content type='html'>1. Every takeoff is optional. Every landing is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you push the stick forward, the houses get bigger. If you pull the stick back, they get smaller. That is, unless you keep pulling the stick all the way back, then they get bigger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flying isn't dangerous. Crashing is what's dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's always better to be down here wishing you were up there than up there wishing you were down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The ONLY time you have too much fuel is when you're on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The propeller is just a big fan in front of the plane used to keep the pilot cool. When it stops, you can actually watch the pilot start sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When in doubt, hold on to your altitude. No one has ever collided with the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A 'good' landing is one from which you can walk away. A 'great' landing is one after which they can use the plane again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Learn from the mistakes of others. You won't live long enough to make all of them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You know you've landed with the wheels up if it takes full power to taxi to the ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The probability of survival is inversely proportional to the angle of arrival. Large angle of arrival, small probability of survival and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never let an aircraft take you somewhere your brain didn't get to five minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stay out of clouds. The silver lining everyone keeps talking about might be another airplane going in the opposite direction. Reliable sources also report that mountains have been known to hide out in clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Always try to keep the number of landings you make equal to the number of take offs you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. There are three simple rules for making a smooth landing. Unfortunately no one knows what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. You start with a bag full of luck and an empty bag of experience. The trick is to fill the bag of experience before you empty the bag of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Helicopters can't fly; they're just so ugly the earth repels them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If all you can see out of the window is ground that's going round and round and all you can hear is commotion coming from the passenger compartment, things are not at all as they should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. In the ongoing battle between objects made of aluminum going hundreds of miles per hour and the ground going zero miles per hour, the ground has yet to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Good judgment comes from experience. Unfortunately, the experience usually comes from bad judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. It's always a good idea to keep the pointy end going forward as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Keep looking around. There's always something you've missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Remember, gravity is not just a good idea. It's the law. And it's not subject to repeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The four most useless things to a pilot are the altitude above you, runway behind you, gas back at the airport, and a tenth of a second ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. There are old pilots and there are bold pilots. There are, however, no old, bold pilots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116050138697174689?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116050138697174689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116050138697174689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050138697174689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116050138697174689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/basic-rules-of-flying.html' title='Basic Rules of Flying'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049716485524641</id><published>2005-12-10T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:19:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 surgeons</title><content type='html'>Four surgeons were taking a coffee break and discussing their work. The first one said, "I think accountants are the easiest to operate on. Everything inside them is numbered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think librarians are the easiest," said the second. "When you open them up, all their organs are arranged alphabetically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third surgeon said, "I prefer to operate on electricians. Their organs are color-coded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're all wrong," said, the fourth. "Lawyers are easiest. They're heartless, spineless, gutless and their heads and asses are interchangeable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049716485524641?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049716485524641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049716485524641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049716485524641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049716485524641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/4-surgeons.html' title='4 surgeons'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049688949348413</id><published>2005-12-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:14:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic Lawyer</title><content type='html'>A very successful lawyer parked his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and completely tore off the door on the driver side. The lawyer immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically. His Lexus, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lawyer finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don�t notice anything else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replied, "Don�t you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" screamed the lawyer. "Where's my Rolex?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049688949348413?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049688949348413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049688949348413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049688949348413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049688949348413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/materialistic-lawyer.html' title='Materialistic Lawyer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049669739729754</id><published>2005-12-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:30:12.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuum Salesman</title><content type='html'>An enthusiastic door-to-door vacuum salesman goes to the first house in his new territory. He knocks, a real mean and tough looking lady opens the door, and before she has a chance to say anything, he runs inside and dumps cow patties all over the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Lady, if this vacuum cleaner don't do wonders cleaning this up, I�ll eat every chunk of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turns to him with a smirk and says, "You want ketchup with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman says, "Why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "We just moved in and we haven't got the electricity turned on yet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049669739729754?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049669739729754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049669739729754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049669739729754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049669739729754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/vacuum-salesman.html' title='Vacuum Salesman'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049632262523884</id><published>2005-12-03T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:22.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Don't eat chicken sandwiches, no matter what.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends. Every day they would sit together to eat their lunch. They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich. He said, "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I love it but I have to stop eating it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to her lap and said "Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! " and she pulled up her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked and said, "That's right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Oh, my God, it's too late for you! You've already got the neck and the gizzards!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049632262523884?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049632262523884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049632262523884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049632262523884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049632262523884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/chicken-sandwich.html' title='Chicken Sandwich'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116047457127550840</id><published>2005-12-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:02:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphins are so intelligent</title><content type='html'>Dolphins are so intelligent. Within weeks of being in captivity they can train a main to stand on the very edge of their pool and throm them fish three times a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116047457127550840?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116047457127550840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116047457127550840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047457127550840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047457127550840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/12/dolphins-are-so-intelligent.html' title='Dolphins are so intelligent'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116047436638205015</id><published>2005-11-27T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:59:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat can't read</title><content type='html'>"I've lost my cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you put an advertisement in the paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be silly, my cat can't read."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116047436638205015?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116047436638205015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116047436638205015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047436638205015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047436638205015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/cat-cant-read.html' title='Cat can&apos;t read'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116047401552007929</id><published>2005-11-25T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:53:35.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got plenty more</title><content type='html'>The guest was staring at the child with astonishment as the child busily knocked nails into the expensive Chinese furniture in his host's dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest turned to his host and asked: "Don't you find it expensive to let your son play games like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all," replied the host, proudly, "I get the nails wholesale."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116047401552007929?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116047401552007929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116047401552007929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047401552007929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116047401552007929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-got-plenty-more.html' title='I&apos;ve got plenty more'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046842678915422</id><published>2005-11-24T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:20:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years' bad luck</title><content type='html'>"Do you believe, it is seven years' bad luck of if yo break a mirror?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. indeed not. My brother have broke one and he didn't have seven years' bad luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He didn't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he was killed in explosion the same day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046842678915422?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046842678915422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046842678915422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046842678915422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046842678915422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/7-years-bad-luck.html' title='7 years&apos; bad luck'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046714137717769</id><published>2005-11-19T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:59:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad eats light bulbs</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was sitting in class with his fellow peers. The teacher of the class asked for a volunteer to say a full sentence about their parents. When no one raised their hand, the teacher called on Little Johnny to say the full sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied with  "Hummm... Well... My Dad eats light bulbs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher looked at Johnny strangely and said "Oh no, Johnny, your dad doesn't eat light bulbs, that's absurd" Johnny argued back, "Yeah huh, last night daddy said to mommy, 'oh honey, turn off that lamp and let me eat that thing'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046714137717769?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046714137717769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046714137717769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046714137717769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046714137717769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dad-eats-light-bulbs.html' title='My Dad eats light bulbs'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046679136209383</id><published>2005-11-17T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:54:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Billy?</title><content type='html'>George Bush goes to a primary school to talk about the war. After his talk he offers question time. One little boy puts up his hand and George asks him what his name is. "Billy." "And what is your question, Billy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have 3 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the bell rings for recess. George Bush informs the kiddies that they will continue after recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they resume George says, "OK, where were we? Oh that's right question time. Who has a question?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another little boy puts up his hand. George points him out and asks him what his name is. "Steve." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what is your question, Steve?" "I have 5 questions. First, why did the USA invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Second, why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Third, whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? Fourth, why did the recess bell go off 20 minutes early? And fifth, what the fuck happened to Billy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046679136209383?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046679136209383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046679136209383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046679136209383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046679136209383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/wheres-billy.html' title='Where&apos;s Billy?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046648148160435</id><published>2005-11-14T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:48:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Johhny in science class</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny was in science class. the professor was conducting an experiment to show the dangers of liquor. he had one glass of water and one glass of wine. so the professor starts the experiment and he sticks one worm in the water.. and its floating and looks happy. he sticks the other worm in the wine and it looks like it is struggling to breathe and then it sinks to the bottom and it is dead. So the professor asks" what was this suppose to teach you children" no one raises their hand to answer but the little Johnny raises his hand and says "drink liquor and you wont get worms"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046648148160435?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046648148160435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046648148160435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046648148160435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046648148160435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/little-johhny-in-science-class.html' title='Little Johhny in science class'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046632877718251</id><published>2005-11-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:45:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's no so bad doc!</title><content type='html'>The patient says, "Give me the bad news first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor replies, "You've got AIDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no! What could be worse than that?" asks the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've also got Alzheimer's Disease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking relieved the patient says, "Oh...Well, that's not so bad. At least I don't have AIDS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046632877718251?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046632877718251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046632877718251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046632877718251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046632877718251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-no-so-bad-doc.html' title='That&apos;s no so bad doc!'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046608070523175</id><published>2005-11-08T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:41:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good doctor should ...</title><content type='html'>A lecturer teaching medicine was giving a classoom observation. He took out a jar of yellow liquid. "This," he explained, "is urine. To be a doctor, you have to be observant of color, smell, sight, and taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying so, he dipped his finger into the jar and put it into his mouth. His class watched in amazement, most in disgust. But being&lt;br /&gt;the good students that they were, the jar was passed, and one by one, they dipped their finger into the jar and put it into their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last student was done, the lecturer shook his head. "If any of you had been observant, you would have noticed that I put my second finger into the jar and my third finger into my mouth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046608070523175?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046608070523175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046608070523175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046608070523175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046608070523175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-doctor-should.html' title='A good doctor should ...'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046584067476934</id><published>2005-11-05T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:43:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attila, Hitler and a lawyer</title><content type='html'>Q: You're stranded in a deserted island with Attila the Hun, Adolf Hitler, and a lawyer. You have a revolver with two bullets. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Shoot the lawyer twice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046584067476934?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046584067476934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046584067476934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046584067476934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046584067476934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/attila-hitler-and-lawyer.html' title='Attila, Hitler and a lawyer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046561315687084</id><published>2005-11-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:33:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Dead</title><content type='html'>The crusty old managing partner finally passed away, but his firm kept receiving calls asking to speak with him. "I'm sorry, he's dead," was the standard answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the receptionist who fielded the calls began to realize it was always the same voice, so she asked who it was and why he kept calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reply: "I used to be one of his junior associates, and I just like to hear you say it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046561315687084?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046561315687084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046561315687084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046561315687084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046561315687084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/hes-dead.html' title='He&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046539591409264</id><published>2005-11-02T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:29:55.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've forgot her name</title><content type='html'>A man was invited for dinner at a friend's house. Every time the host needed something, he preceded his request to his wife by calling her "My Love", "Darling", "Sweetheart", etc., etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend looked at him and said, "That's really nice after all of these years you've been married to keep saying those little pet names." The host said, "Well, honestly, I've forgotten her name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046539591409264?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046539591409264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046539591409264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046539591409264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046539591409264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-forgot-her-name.html' title='I&apos;ve forgot her name'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116046522889808132</id><published>2005-11-01T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:27:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very touching speech</title><content type='html'>Eleven people were hanging on a rope under a helicopter, ten men and one woman. The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one has to drop off, otherwise they are all going to fall. They were not able to choose that person, but then the woman made a very touching speech. She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope, because as woman she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids, and for men in general, without ever getting anything in return. As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping their hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116046522889808132?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116046522889808132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116046522889808132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046522889808132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116046522889808132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/11/very-touching-speech.html' title='A very touching speech'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045357077816736</id><published>2005-10-31T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:12:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News &amp; Terrible News</title><content type='html'>A wealthy man sat in his attorney's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?" the lawyer asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the bad news first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the bad news?" the man asked incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait to hear the terrible news."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's of you and your mistress."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045357077816736?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045357077816736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045357077816736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045357077816736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045357077816736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-news-terrible-news.html' title='Bad News &amp; Terrible News'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045311129279425</id><published>2005-10-23T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:05:11.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What drives blondes crazy?</title><content type='html'>What is six inches long, has a bald head, and drives blondes crazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred dollar bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045311129279425?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045311129279425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045311129279425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045311129279425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045311129279425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-drives-blondes-crazy.html' title='What drives blondes crazy?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045287477453026</id><published>2005-10-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:01:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Son :&lt;/strong&gt; Mom, when I was on the bus with Dad this morning, he told me to give up my seat to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum :&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you have done the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son :&lt;/strong&gt; But mom, I was sitting on daddy's lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045287477453026?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045287477453026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045287477453026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045287477453026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045287477453026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/daddys-lap.html' title='Daddy&apos;s lap'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045273868241564</id><published>2005-10-20T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:58:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First parachute jump</title><content type='html'>A young soldier was making his first parachute jump. The corporal explained the procedure "You count to ten and pull the first ripcord. If the chute doesn't open, pull the second. That should do it. Then, after you land, there'll be a truck waiting to pick you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier checked his gear, called out the customary "Geronimo!" and jumped out of the plane. He counted to ten and pulled the ripcord. The chute failed to open. He pulled the second ripcord and the chute still didn't open. As he plummeted downward, he said, "I'll bet that goddamn truck won't be there either!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045273868241564?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045273868241564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045273868241564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045273868241564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045273868241564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-parachute-jump.html' title='First parachute jump'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045250482078853</id><published>2005-10-17T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:55:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holmes &amp; Watson went camping</title><content type='html'>Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are hiking. They hiked all day long and then, having gotten tired, unpacked and quickly retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes wakes up deep into the night, wakes Watson and says "Watson, do you see the bright stars and do you notice how clear the sky is? What can you deduce from it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watson yawns and tries to play the game. "Well, this clearly tells us the weather tomorrow is going to be dry and sunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, my friend. It's much simpler than that. Someone has stolen our tent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045250482078853?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045250482078853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045250482078853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045250482078853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045250482078853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/holmes-watson-went-camping.html' title='Holmes &amp; Watson went camping'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045190692914409</id><published>2005-10-15T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:45:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 Mating Positions</title><content type='html'>What a rip-off. I went into our local bookstore and saw this huge display with a sign saying "Newly translated from the original French: 37 mating positions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing that the books were already wrapped in plain brown paper, I just hadda buy one.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Once safely at home I opened it, out of sight of my wife, and found that I had just purchased an expensive book about Chess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045190692914409?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045190692914409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045190692914409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045190692914409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045190692914409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/37-mating-positions.html' title='37 Mating Positions'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045138931587088</id><published>2005-10-13T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:36:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Husband</title><content type='html'>A little girl and a little boy were at day care one day. The girl approaches the boy and says, "Hey Tommy, wanna play house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Sure! What do you want me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replies, "I want you to communicate your thoughts." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Communicate my thoughts?" said a bewildered Tommy. "I  have no idea what that means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl smirks and says, "Perfect. You can be the husband."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045138931587088?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045138931587088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045138931587088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045138931587088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045138931587088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfect-husband.html' title='Perfect Husband'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049757267500779</id><published>2005-10-13T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:26:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Engineers</title><content type='html'>There were three engineers in a car: an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the car stops running and they pull off to the side if the road, wondering what could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, came up with a suggestion. "Why don't we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open all the windows and see if it works?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049757267500779?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049757267500779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049757267500779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049757267500779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049757267500779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-engineers_13.html' title='3 Engineers'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116049756447752277</id><published>2005-10-13T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:26:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Engineers</title><content type='html'>There were three engineers in a car: an electrical engineer, a chemical engineer and a Microsoft engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the car stops running and they pull off to the side if the road, wondering what could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer suggests stripping down the electronics of the car and trying to trace where a fault might have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical engineer, not knowing much about cars, suggests maybe the fuel is becoming emulsified and getting blocked somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Microsoft engineer, not knowing much about anything, came up with a suggestion. "Why don't we close all the windows, get out, get back in, open all the windows and see if it works?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116049756447752277?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116049756447752277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116049756447752277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049756447752277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116049756447752277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-engineers.html' title='3 Engineers'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045107892139648</id><published>2005-10-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:31:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jealous Wife</title><content type='html'>The man approached the very beautiful woman in the large supermarket and asked, "You know, I've lost my wife here in the supermarket.  Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because every time I talk to a a beautiful woman my wife appears out of nowhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045107892139648?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045107892139648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045107892139648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045107892139648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045107892139648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/jealous-wife.html' title='A Jealous Wife'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116045089467857943</id><published>2005-10-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:28:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him aquestion. The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped centimeters from a shop window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said: "Look mate, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passenger apologized and said, "I didn't realize that a little tap would scare you so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver replied, "Sorry, it's not really your fault. Today is my first day as a taxi driver - I've been driving a van carrying Dead Bodies for the last 25 years ......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116045089467857943?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116045089467857943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116045089467857943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045089467857943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116045089467857943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116044997429132467</id><published>2005-10-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T11:12:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to God</title><content type='html'>There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job it was to process all the mail that had illegible addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a letter came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address. He&lt;br /&gt;thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which was all the money I had until my next pension check. Next Sunday is Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner. Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with. I have no family to turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Edna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96, which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner she would be able to share with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went. A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God. All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me? Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it must have been those bastards at the Post Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely yours&lt;br /&gt;Edna"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116044997429132467?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116044997429132467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116044997429132467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116044997429132467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116044997429132467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/letter-to-god.html' title='Letter to God'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116034031275860454</id><published>2005-10-01T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:45:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Busy Lawyer</title><content type='html'>Joe grew up in a small town, then moved away to attend college and law school. He decided to come back to the small town because he could be a big man in this small town. He really wanted to impress everyone. He opened his new law office, but business was very slow at first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he saw a man coming up the sidewalk. He decided to make a big impression on this new client when he arrived. As the man came to the door, Joe picked up the phone. He motioned the man in, all the while talking. "No. Absolutely not. You tell those clowns in New York that I won't settle this case for less than one million. Yes. The Appeals Court has agreed to hear that case next week. I'll be handling the primary argument and the other members of my team will provide support. Okay. Tell the DA that I'll meet with him next week to discuss the details. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sort of thing went on for almost five minutes. All the while the man sat patiently as Joe rattled instructions. Finally, Joe put down the phone and turned to the man. "I'm sorry for the delay, but as you can see, I'm very busy. What can I do for you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I'm from the phone company. I came to hook up your phone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116034031275860454?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116034031275860454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116034031275860454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116034031275860454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116034031275860454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-busy-lawyer.html' title='A Very Busy Lawyer'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116034002345426013</id><published>2005-09-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:40:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is 2 x 2 ?</title><content type='html'>Several scientists were all posed the following question: "What is 2 * 2 ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer whips out his slide rule (so it's old) and shuffles it back and forth, and finally announces "3.99". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physicist consults his technical references, sets up the problem on his computer, and announces "it lies between 3.98 and 4.02". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematician cogitates for a while, then announces: "I don't know what the answer is, but I can tell you, an answer exists!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher smiles: "But what do you mean by 2 * 2 ?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logician replies: "Please define 2 * 2 more precisely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sociologist: "I don't know, but is was nice talking about it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behavioral Ecologist: "A polygamous mating system". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Student : "4" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others looking astonished : "How did you know?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medical Student : "I memorized it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116034002345426013?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116034002345426013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116034002345426013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116034002345426013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116034002345426013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-2-x-2.html' title='What is 2 x 2 ?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033993643182672</id><published>2005-09-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:38:56.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Engineer, a physicist and a mathematician</title><content type='html'>An engineer, a physicist and a mathematician are staying in a hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer wakes up and smells smoke. He goes out into the hallway and sees a fire, so he fills a trash can from his room with water and douses the fire. He goes back to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the physicist wakes up and smells smoke. He opens his door and sees a fire in the hallway. He walks down the hall to a fire hose and after calculating the flame velocity, distance, water pressure, trajectory, etc. extinguishes the fire with the minimum amount of water and energy needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the mathematician wakes up and smells smoke. He goes to the hall, sees the fire and then the fire hose. He thinks for a moment and then exclaims, "Ah, a solution exists!" and then goes back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033993643182672?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033993643182672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033993643182672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033993643182672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033993643182672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/engineer-physicist-and-mathematician.html' title='An Engineer, a physicist and a mathematician'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033982722144568</id><published>2005-09-20T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:41:21.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer &amp; Engineer went fishing</title><content type='html'>A lawyer and an engineer were fishing in the Caribbean. The lawyer said, “I'm&lt;br /&gt;here because my house burned down, and everything I owned was destroyed by the fire. The insurance company paid for everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That's quite a coincidence,” said the engineer. “I'm here because my house and&lt;br /&gt;all my belongings were destroyed by a flood, and my insurance company also paid for everything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer looked somewhat confused. “How do you start a flood?”" he asked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033982722144568?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033982722144568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033982722144568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033982722144568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033982722144568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/lawyer-engineer-went-fishing.html' title='Lawyer &amp; Engineer went fishing'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033962608683658</id><published>2005-09-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:33:46.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Man discovered weapons, invented hunting.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered hunting, invented furs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered colors, invented painting.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered painting, invented make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered speech, invented conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered conversation, invented gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered agriculture, invented food.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered food, invented diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered friendship, invented love.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered love, invented marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered woman, invented sex.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered sex, invented headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man discovered trade, invented money.&lt;br /&gt;Woman discovered money, man has never recovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033962608683658?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033962608683658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033962608683658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033962608683658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033962608683658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/most-important-discoveries.html' title='The Most Important Discoveries'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033946198615649</id><published>2005-09-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:31:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry Ford</title><content type='html'>The fourth-grade class was studying the development of the auto industry. The teacher had emphasized the role played by Henry Ford, whose assembly lines decreased production costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the unit, she gave a test including the question: "What did Henry Ford invent that made buying a car more affordable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students wrote: "0% financing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033946198615649?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033946198615649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033946198615649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033946198615649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033946198615649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/henry-ford.html' title='Henry Ford'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033895859032612</id><published>2005-09-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:22:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Most Intelligent President</title><content type='html'>There are five passengers on board, but unfortunately only 4 parachutes. The first passenger says "I'm Shaquille O'Neill, the best NBA basketball player. The Lakers need me, it would be unfair to them if I died". So he takes the first parachute and jumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second passenger, Hillary Clinton, says "I am the wife of the former President of the United States. I am also the most dedicated woman in the world, a Senator in New York and America's potential future President. She takes one of the parachutes and jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third passenger, George W. Bush, says " I am the President of the United States of America. I have a huge responsibility in world politics. And apart from that, I am the most intelligent President in the history of the country and I have a responsibility to my people not to die". So he takes a parachute and jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth passenger, the Pope, says to the fifth passenger, a ten year old schoolboy "I am already old. I have already lived my life, as a good person and a priest I will give you the last parachute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replies "No problem, there is also a parachute for you. America's most intelligent President has taken my schoolbag ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033895859032612?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033895859032612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033895859032612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033895859032612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033895859032612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/americas-most-intelligent-president.html' title='America&apos;s Most Intelligent President'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033877754219107</id><published>2005-09-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:25:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing The Panties</title><content type='html'>One day a little girl came running into her house yelling, "Mommy, I got five dollars!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother was curious, so she asked her child where she got the five dollars from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Tommy down the street gave me five dollars for doing cartwheel while he sat in the tree." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother told her daughter, "Don't you know that Tommy is just trying to see your panties." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOhhhh" said the little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the little girl came running into the house yelling, "Mommy, I got ten dollars. The mother asked, "Where did you get the ten dollars from?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl replied, "Tommy down the street gave me ten dollars for doing a cartwheel while he sat up in the tree and laughed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replied, "Didn't I tell you that he is..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the mother could finish, the little girl said, "Wait Mommy. I tricked him, I didn't wear any panties today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033877754219107?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033877754219107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033877754219107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033877754219107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033877754219107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/seeing-panties.html' title='Seeing The Panties'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033866691481532</id><published>2005-09-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:17:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Balcony</title><content type='html'>Joe and Wanda had a small apartment in the city and they decided that the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighbourhood activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a young boy, they thought, spying would be a lot of fun and would distract him for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"There`s a car being towed from the parking lot," he said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"An ambulance just drove by." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments passed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Matt`s riding a new bike and the Coopers are making sex."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad shot up in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Their kid is standing out on the balcony too," his son replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033866691481532?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033866691481532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033866691481532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033866691481532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033866691481532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-balcony.html' title='On The Balcony'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033850199563716</id><published>2005-08-21T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:15:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Counseling</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife go to a counselor after 15 years of marriage. The counselor asks them what the problem is and the wife goes into a tirade listing every problem they have ever had in the 15 years they've been married. She goes on and on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the counselor gets up, goes around the desk, embraces the woman and kisses her passionately. The woman shuts up and sits quietly in a daze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counselor turns to the husband and says "That is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you do that?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband thinks for a moment and replies, "Well, I can get her here Monday and Wednesday, but on Friday, I golf."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033850199563716?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033850199563716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033850199563716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033850199563716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033850199563716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/marriage-counseling.html' title='Marriage Counseling'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033824183169473</id><published>2005-08-17T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:11:46.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Email</title><content type='html'>Mr. Steve Johnson, a businessman from Wisconsin, went on a business trip to Louisiana. He immediately sent an e-mail back home to his wife, Jennifer. Unfortunately, he mistyped a letter, and the e-mail ended up going to a Mrs. Joan Johnson, the wife of a preacher who had just passed away. The preacher's wife took one look at the e-mail and promptly fainted. When she was finally revived, she nervously pointed to the message, which read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Arrived safely, but it sure is hot down here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033824183169473?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033824183169473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033824183169473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033824183169473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033824183169473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/wrong-email.html' title='Wrong Email'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116033789165577369</id><published>2005-08-13T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:04:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her and His Diary</title><content type='html'>Just goes to show how differently men and women look at things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HER DIARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed but he kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong he said nothing. I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry. On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behaviour; I don't know why he didn't say I love you too. When we got home I felt as if had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched TV He seemed distant and absent. Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts where somewhere else. I decided that I could not take it anymore so I decided to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS DIARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Leafs lost. At least I got laid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116033789165577369?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116033789165577369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116033789165577369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033789165577369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116033789165577369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/her-and-his-diary.html' title='Her and His Diary'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015841997402619</id><published>2005-08-11T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:13:39.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Be A Lawyer If....</title><content type='html'>You are charging someone for reading these jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest sentence you have ever written was more than eighty words long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a daughter named Sue and a son named Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other car is a BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look in a mirror, you see a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your wife says "I love you," you cross-examine her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015841997402619?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015841997402619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015841997402619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015841997402619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015841997402619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-might-be-lawyer-if.html' title='You Might Be A Lawyer If....'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015724245753369</id><published>2005-08-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:54:02.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know The Truth</title><content type='html'>At school, Little Johnny was told by a classmate that most adults hide at least one dark secret and this makes it very easy to blackmail them merely by saying, "I know the whole truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Little Johnny decides to try it out. When he arrives home from school that day, he says to his mother, "I know the whole truth." His mother looks shocked, quickly finds $20, and gives it to him, saying, "Just don't tell your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pleased, Little Johnny waits for his father to get home from work, and greets him with, "I know the whole truth." His father looks shocked, quickly finds $40, and gives it to him, saying, "Just don't tell your mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Little Johnny is on his way to school when he sees the mailman at his front door. The boy decides to try again. "I know the whole truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailman drops his mailbag, throws opens his arms, and says, "Then come give your real daddy a nice big hug!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015724245753369?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015724245753369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015724245753369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015724245753369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015724245753369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-truth.html' title='I Know The Truth'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015680476814737</id><published>2005-08-07T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:46:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profesional Advice</title><content type='html'>A doctor and a lawyer were talking at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their conversation was constantly interrupted by people describing their ailments and asking the doctor for free medical advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour of this, the exasperated doctor asked the lawyer, "What do you do to stop people from asking you for legal advice when you're out of the office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I give it to them," replied the lawyer, "and then I send them a bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked, but agreed to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, still feeling slightly guilty, the doctor prepared the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he went to place them in his mailbox, he found a bill from the lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015680476814737?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015680476814737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015680476814737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015680476814737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015680476814737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/profesional-advice.html' title='Profesional Advice'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015603321290474</id><published>2005-08-07T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:33:53.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert survival</title><content type='html'>A Scout Master was teaching his boy scouts about survival in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are the three most important things you should bring with you in case you get lost in the desert?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hands went up, and many important things were suggested such as food, matches, etc. Then one little boy in the back eagerly raised his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Timmy, what are the three most important things you would bring with you?" asked the Scout Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy replied: "A compass, a canteen of water, and a deck of cards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why's that Timmy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," answered Timmy, "the compass is to find the right direction, the water is to prevent dehydration..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about the deck of cards?" asked the Scout Master impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Sir, as soon as you start playing Solitaire, someone is bound to come up behind you and say, "Put that red nine on top of that black ten."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015603321290474?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015603321290474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015603321290474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015603321290474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015603321290474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/desert-survival.html' title='Desert survival'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015588068938178</id><published>2005-08-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:31:20.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mail</title><content type='html'>A man was in his front yard mowing grass when his blonde neighbour came out of the house and went straight to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened it, looked inside, slammed it shut, and stormed back into her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later she came out of his house again, went to the mailbox, again opened it, and slammed it shut again. Angrily, back into the house she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, here she came again. She marched to the mailbox, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled by her actions, the man asked her, "Is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the blonde replied, "There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps telling me I have mail!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015588068938178?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015588068938178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015588068938178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015588068938178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015588068938178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-mail.html' title='No mail'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015552759805542</id><published>2005-08-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T01:27:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 white men</title><content type='html'>What do you call 300 white men chasing a black man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PGA tour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015552759805542?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015552759805542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015552759805542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015552759805542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015552759805542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/300-white-men.html' title='300 white men'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015224893733390</id><published>2005-08-01T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:30:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How you made money?</title><content type='html'>A young man asked an old rich man how he made his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, "Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated a fortune of $1.37."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's how you built an empire?" the boy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heavens, no!" the man replied. "Then my wife's father died and left us two million dollars."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015224893733390?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015224893733390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015224893733390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015224893733390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015224893733390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-you-made-money.html' title='How you made money?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015187590969057</id><published>2005-07-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:24:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bribe for your professor</title><content type='html'>A professor was giving a big test one day to his students. He handed out all of the tests and went back to his desk to wait. Once the test was over, the students all handed the tests back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor noticed that one of the students had attached a $100 bill to his test with a note saying "A dollar per point." The next class the professor handed the tests back out. This student got back his test and $56 change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015187590969057?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015187590969057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015187590969057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015187590969057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015187590969057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/bribe-for-your-professor.html' title='A bribe for your professor'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015147430982364</id><published>2005-07-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:17:54.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Husband?</title><content type='html'>If it's true that girls are inclined to marry men like their fathers, it is understandable why so many mothers cry so much at weddings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015147430982364?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015147430982364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015147430982364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015147430982364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015147430982364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/like-father-like-husband.html' title='Like Father, Like Husband?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015080984416339</id><published>2005-07-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:08:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Bulb Lawyers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: &lt;/span&gt;How many lawyers does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt; Three; one to do it and two to sue him for malpractice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015080984416339?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015080984416339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015080984416339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015080984416339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015080984416339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/light-bulb-lawyers.html' title='Light Bulb Lawyers'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116015010281684158</id><published>2005-07-07T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:55:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colonel Sanders' Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Plato's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;George Orwell's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Pope's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is only for God to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bill Clinton's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bill Gates' Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just released eChicken 2003, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook - and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;George Bush's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken is either with us or it is against us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saddam Hussein's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in&lt;br /&gt;dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(former) Iraq Information Minister:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such chicken trying to cross the road, and there never has been any such chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Steve Jobs 's (Apple) Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Because of the brand-new iChicken- a portable device that crosses roads, lays eggs, gives wakeup calls and provides dinner, automatically. This amazing device can simply plug in to the $4000 iCoop to produce additional iChickens and recharge existing iChickens, or plug it into the $9000 iChop to convert iChicken files into iFood. iFood-to-Regular Food converters sell for an additional $50/month fee, however the optional iFood-to-FoodXP converter is still in development. iChickens are only available from authorized iDealers, which can be found in nearly every US state. If your iChicken develops a disease or stops working, you must send it by FedEx Overnight to Littleton, Montana and our iTechnicians will send you a replacement within 3 months. The iChicken. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gandhi 's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All chickens should peacefully resist by crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Homer Simpson 's Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was free beer on the other side of the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116015010281684158?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116015010281684158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116015010281684158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015010281684158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116015010281684158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116014892280854968</id><published>2005-07-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:36:55.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman &amp; Man II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she is 18 - She is a football, 22 men going after her.&lt;br /&gt;When she is 28 - She is a hockey ball, 8 men going after her.&lt;br /&gt;When she is 38 - She is a golf ball, 1 man hitting on her.&lt;br /&gt;When she is 48 - She is a pingpong ball, 2 men pushing to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 - A man is like a coconut, so much to offer, so little to give.&lt;br /&gt;At 30 - He is like a durian, dangerous but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;At 40 - He is like a watermelon, big, round and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;At 50 - He is like a mandarin orange, the season comes once in a year.&lt;br /&gt;At 60 - He is just like a raisin, dried out, wrinkles and cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116014892280854968?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116014892280854968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116014892280854968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014892280854968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014892280854968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/woman-man-ii.html' title='Woman &amp; Man II'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116014875734203885</id><published>2005-07-01T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:36:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman &amp; Man I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Women are unpredictable. Before marriage, she expects a man. After marriage she suspects him. And after death she respects him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. There was this guy who told his woman that he loved her so much that he would go thru hell for her. They got married - and now he is going thru hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds : "Wife wanted ". Next day, he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing : "You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing, either the car is new or the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; It's easy to tell if a man is married or not. Just watch him drive a car with a woman sitting beside him. If both his hands are on the wheel, you can be sure he is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; A man received a letter from some kidnappers. The letter said, " If you don't promise to send us $100,000 I swear that  we will kidnap your wife." The poor man wrote back, "I am afraid I can't keep my promise but I hope you will keep yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;What's the matter, you look depressed." "I'm having trouble with my wife." "What happened?" "She said she wasn't going to speak to me for 30 days." "But that ought to make you happy." "It did, but today is the last day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116014875734203885?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116014875734203885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116014875734203885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014875734203885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014875734203885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/07/woman-man-i.html' title='Woman &amp; Man I'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116014754248893855</id><published>2005-06-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:12:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done, Please.</title><content type='html'>John was furious when his steak arrived too rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiter," he shouted, "Didn't you hear me say 'well done'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't thank you enough, sir," replied the waiter. "I hardly ever get a compliment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116014754248893855?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116014754248893855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116014754248893855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014754248893855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116014754248893855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-done-please.html' title='Well Done, Please.'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116013701957714074</id><published>2005-06-12T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:16:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Jokes III</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before &lt;br /&gt;eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAM:&lt;/strong&gt; No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Desmond, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESMOND:&lt;/strong&gt; No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUPIL:&lt;/strong&gt; A teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116013701957714074?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116013701957714074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116013701957714074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013701957714074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013701957714074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-jokes-iii.html' title='School Jokes III'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116013679939770752</id><published>2005-06-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:13:19.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Jokes II</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Tommy, why do you always get so dirty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMMY:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground  then you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILVIA:&lt;/strong&gt; Dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATHER:&lt;/strong&gt; I think so. What do you want me to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SILVIA:&lt;/strong&gt; Your name on this report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Ellen, give me a sentence starting with "I".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELLEN:&lt;/strong&gt; I is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; No, Ellen. Always say, "I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELLEN:&lt;/strong&gt; All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; "Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; "George Washington not only chopped  down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY:&lt;/strong&gt; "Because George still had the axe in his hand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116013679939770752?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116013679939770752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116013679939770752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013679939770752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013679939770752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-jokes-ii.html' title='School Jokes II'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-116013661019138019</id><published>2005-06-02T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:10:10.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Jokes I</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;: Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEBSTER:&lt;/strong&gt; Because of the sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; What sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEBSTER:&lt;/strong&gt; The one that says, "School Ahead, Go Slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; John, how do you spell "crocodile"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHN:&lt;/strong&gt; "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; No, that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHN:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe it's wrong, but you ask me how I  spell it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; What is the chemical formula for  water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH:&lt;/strong&gt; "HIJKLMNO"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday you said it's H to O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; George, go to the map and find  North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEORGE:&lt;/strong&gt; Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Correct. Now, class, who discovered  America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS:&lt;/strong&gt; George!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEACHER:&lt;/strong&gt; Willy, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILLY:&lt;/strong&gt; Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-116013661019138019?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/116013661019138019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=116013661019138019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013661019138019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/116013661019138019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/06/school-jokes-i.html' title='School Jokes I'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111556085818961380</id><published>2005-05-09T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:18:19.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A judge asked a defendant</title><content type='html'>A judge asked a defendant to please stand. "You are charged with murdering a school teacher with a chain saw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From out in the audience a man shouted, "Lying bastard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence in the court!",the judge shouted back to the man. He turned to the defendant and said, "You are also charged with killing a paperboy with a shovel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tightwad!", blurted the man again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quiet!", yelled the judge who continued, "You are also charged with killing a mailman with an electric drill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son of a..." the man started to shout when the judge thundered back, "If you don't tell me reason for your outbursts right now, I will hold in contempt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man answered, "I've lived next to that man for ten years now, but do you think he ever had a tool when I needed to borrow one!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111556085818961380?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111556085818961380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111556085818961380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111556085818961380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111556085818961380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/judge-asked-defendant.html' title='A judge asked a defendant'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111547392623599855</id><published>2005-05-08T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:40:11.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Jogging</title><content type='html'>George Bush was out jogging one morning along the parkway when he tripped, fell over the bridge railing and landed in the creek below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Secret Service guys could get to him, three kids, who were fishing, pulled him out of the water. He was so grateful he offered the kids whatever they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first kid said: "I sure would like to go to Disneyland." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said: "No problem. I'll take you there on Air Force One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second kid said: "I really need a new pair of Nike Air Jordan's." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George said: "I'll get them for you and even have Michael sign them!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third kid said: "I want a motorized wheelchair with a built-in TV and stereo headset!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Bush is a little perplexed by this and says: "But you don't look like you are injured."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid says: "But I will be after my dad finds out I saved your ass from drowning!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111547392623599855?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111547392623599855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111547392623599855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111547392623599855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111547392623599855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/bush-jogging.html' title='Bush Jogging'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111545568428158883</id><published>2005-05-07T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:38:45.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Salesman</title><content type='html'>A nun is undressing for a bath and while she's standing naked, there's a knock at the door. The nun calls, "Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice answers, "A blind salesman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun decides to get a thrill by having the blind man in the room while she's naked so she lets him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walks in, looks straight at the nun and says, "Uhhhh, well hello there, can I sell you a blind, dearie...?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111545568428158883?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111545568428158883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111545568428158883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111545568428158883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111545568428158883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/blind-salesman.html' title='Blind Salesman'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111545559756443708</id><published>2005-05-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:37:19.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldest Profession</title><content type='html'>A physician, a civil engineer, and a consultant were arguing about what was the oldest profession in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physician remarked, "Well, in the Bible, it says that God created Eve from a rib taken out of Adam. This clearly required surgery, and so I can rightly claim that mine is the oldest profession in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The civil engineer interrupted, and said, "But even earlier in the book of Genesis, it states that God created the order of the heavens and the earth from out of the chaos. This was the first and certainly the most spectacular application of civil engineering. Therefore, fair doctor, you are wrong: mine is the oldest profession in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consultant leaned back in her chair, smiled, and then said confidently, "Ah, but who do you think created the chaos?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111545559756443708?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111545559756443708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111545559756443708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111545559756443708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111545559756443708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/oldest-profession.html' title='Oldest Profession'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111510918542106489</id><published>2005-05-05T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:35:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Plumber:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We repair what your husband fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizza shop slogan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7 days without pizza makes one weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a tire shop in Milwaukee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invite us to your next blow out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Door of a plastic surgeons office:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, can we pick your nose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sign at the psychic's hotline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't call us, we'll call you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a laundry shop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about we refund your money, send you a new one at no charge, close the store and have the manager shot. Would that be satisfactory?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a towing company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't charge an arm and a leg. We want tows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billboard on the side of the road:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your eyes on the road and stop reading these signs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On an electricians truck:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us remove your shorts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a non-smoking area:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we see smoking we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On maternity room door:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Push, Push, Push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At an optometrists office:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't see what your looking for you've come to the right place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a taxidermist's window:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We really know our stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Podiatrist's office:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time wounds all heels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a Butchers window:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me meat your needs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a fence:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salesmen welcome, dog food is expensive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a car dealership:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside a muffler shop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No appointment necessary, we hear you coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside a hotel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Help! We need inn-experienced people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a desk in a reception room:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shoot every 3rd salesman , and the 2nd one just left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a veterinarians waiting room:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be back in 5 minutes, Sit! Stay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the electric company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We would be de-lighted if you send in your bill. However, if you don't you will be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the door of a computer store:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out for a quick byte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a restaurant window:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand there and be hungry, come on in and get fed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inside a bowling alley:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please be quiet, we need to hear a pin drop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the front yard of a funeral home:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drive carefully, we'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a counsellors office:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Growing old is mandatory, growing wise is optional."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a Santa Fe gas station:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will sell gasoline to anyone in a glass container."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a New York restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Customers who consider our waitresses uncivil ought to see the manager."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the wall of a Baltimore estate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. --Sisters of Mercy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a long-established New Mexico dry cleaners:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"38 years on the same spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Los Angeles dance hall:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good clean dancing every night but Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Florida maternity ward:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No children allowed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a New York drugstore:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dispense with accuracy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the offices of a loan company:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask about our plans for owning your home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a New York medical building:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mental Health Prevention Center"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a New York convalescent home:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the sick and tired of the Episcopal Church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a Maine shop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our motto is to give our customers the lowest possible prices and workmanship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At a number of military bases:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Restricted to unauthorized personnel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a display of "I love you only" Valentine cards:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now available in multi-packs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the window of a Kentucky appliance store:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't kill your wife. Let our washing machine do the dirty work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a funeral parlor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ask about our layaway plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a clothing store:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wonderful bargains for men with 16 and 17 necks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Tacoma, Washington men's clothing store:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"15 men's wool suits, $10. They won't last an hour!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a shopping mall marquee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Archery Tournament -- Ears pierced"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside a country shop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We buy junk and sell antiques."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the window of an Oregon store:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why go elsewhere and be cheated when you can come here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Maine restaurant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open 7 days a week and weekends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a radiator repair garage:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best place to take a leak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the vestry of a New England church:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will the last person to leave please see that the perpetual light is extinguished."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Pennsylvania cemetery:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Persons are prohibited from picking flowers from any but their own graves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a roller coaster:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch your head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the grounds of a public school:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No trespassing without permission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a Tennessee highway:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When this sign is under water, this road is impassable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Similarly, in front of a New Hampshire car wash:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't read this, it's time to wash your car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, somewhere in England in an open field otherwise&lt;br /&gt;untouched by human presence, there is a sign that says, "Do not throw stones at this sign."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111510918542106489?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111510918542106489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111510918542106489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111510918542106489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111510918542106489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny-signs.html' title='Funny Signs'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111497116249850878</id><published>2005-05-05T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:30:39.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never told me that your father is a pharmacist</title><content type='html'>A young man goes into a drug store to buy condoms. The pharmacist says the condoms come in packs of 3, 9 or 12 and asks which the young man wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "I've been seeing this girl for a while and she's really hot. I want the condoms because I think tonight's "the" night. We're having dinner with her parents, and then we're going out. And I've got a feeling I'm gonna get lucky after that. Once she's had me, she'll want me all the time, so you'd better give me the 12 pack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man makes his purchase and leaves. Later that evening, he sits down to dinner with his girlfriend and her parents. He asks if he might give the blessing, and they agree. He begins the prayer, but continues praying for several minutes. The girl leans over and says, "You never told me that you were such a religious person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leans over to her and says, "You never told me that your father is a pharmacist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111497116249850878?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111497116249850878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111497116249850878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111497116249850878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111497116249850878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-never-told-me-that-your-father-is.html' title='You never told me that your father is a pharmacist'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111497076220724520</id><published>2005-05-04T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:18:04.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Addicted To the WWW When:</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You actually wore a blue ribbon to protest         the Communications Decency Act.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You kiss your girlfriend's home page.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to scroll         from top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your eyeglasses have a web site burned in         on them.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You find yourself brainstorming for new         subjects to search.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You refuse to go to a vacation spot with         no electricity and no phone lines.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You finally do take that vacation, but         only after buying a cellular modem and a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You spend half of the plane trip with your         laptop on your lap... and your child in the overhead         compartment.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All your daydreaming is preoccupied with getting a faster connection to the net: 28.8...ISDN...cable modem...T1...T3.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And even your night dreams are in HTML.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You find yourself typing "com"         after every period when using a word processor.com&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You turn off your modem and get this awful         empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved         one.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You refer to going to the bathroom as         downloading.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You start introducing yourself as         "Jim at I-I-Net dot net dot au&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address in print or on TV, even though you've never had heart problems before.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You step out of your room and realize that         your parents have moved and you don't have a clue when it         happened.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You turn on your intercom when leaving the         room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your wife drapes a blond wig over your         monitor to remind you of what she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All of your friends have an @ in their         names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When looking at a page full of someone         else's links, you notice all of them are already         highlighted in purple.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your dog has its own home page.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've already visited all the links at         Yahoo and you're halfway through Lycos. or [C]ontinue?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You can't call your mother...she doesn't         have a modem.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You realize there is not a sound in the         house and you have no idea where your children are.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You check your mail. It says "no new         messages." So you check it again.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You refer to your age as 3.x.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have commandeered your teenager's phone line for the net and even his friends know not to call on his line anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in         a box.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even though you died last week, you've         managed to retain OPS on your favorite IRC channel.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You code your homework in HTML and give         your instructor the URL&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don't know the sex of three of your closest friends, because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You name your children Eudora, Mozilla and         Dotcom.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You laugh at people with 2400 baud modems.       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your husband tells you he's had the beard         for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You miss more than five meals a week         downloading the latest games from Apogee.t, or         [C]ontinue?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You start looking for hot HTML addresses         in public restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the         bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back         to bed.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You move into a new house and decide to         Netscape before you landscape.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You tell the cab driver you live at         http://123.elm.street/house/bluetrim.html&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You actually try that 123.elm.street         address.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You tell the kids they can't use the         computer because "Daddy's got work to do" and         you don't even have a job.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your friends no longer send you         e-mail...they just log on to your IRC channel.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You buy a Captain Kirk chair with a         built-in keyboard and mouse.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your wife makes a new rule: "The         computer cannot come to bed."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are so familiar with the WWW that you         find the search engines useless.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You get a tattoo that says "This body         best viewed with Netscape 2.01or higher."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You never have to deal with busy signals         when calling your ISP...because you never log off.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last girl you picked up was only a         jpeg.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You ask a plumber how much it would cost         to replace the chair in front of your computer with a         toilet.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You forget what year it is.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You start tilting your head sideways to         smile.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You ask your doctor to implant a gig in         your brain.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You leave the modem speaker on after connecting because you think it sounds like the ocean wind...the perfect soundtrack for "surfing the net".&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You begin to wonder how on earth your         service provider is allowed to call 200 hours per month         "unlimited."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You turn on your computer and turn off         your wife&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your wife says communication is important in a marriage...so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the "back" button. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12574513-111497076220724520?l=jokes4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/feeds/111497076220724520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12574513&amp;postID=111497076220724520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111497076220724520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12574513/posts/default/111497076220724520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes4life.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-know-youre-addicted-to-www-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Addicted To the WWW When:'/><author><name>Pakdi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.pakdi.net/img/yoda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12574513.post-111496762850034317</id><published>2005-05-03T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:10:30.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Prevent Disease?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt; Can anyone tell me how to prevent diseases caused by biting insects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary:&lt;/strong&gt; Simple. 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