<?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-7867180282958547473</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:15:53.748+05:30</updated><category term='Husband'/><category term='Airplane'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Today'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Maid'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Madam'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='Tomorrow'/><category term='Fare Well'/><category term='A to Z'/><category term='Women'/><category term='SMS 4 U'/><category term='Dictonary'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Jus fr Fun'/><category term='Moral'/><category term='One liners'/><category term='Job'/><category term='Boy'/><category term='Pay'/><category term='Night'/><category term='Full Forms'/><category term='Family Problems'/><category term='Cow'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Adult'/><category term='Propose'/><category term='Bull'/><category term='Software'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Car'/><category term='Problem'/><category term='Love Letter'/><category term='Police'/><category term='News'/><category term='Girl'/><category term='School'/><category term='Indian'/><category term='man'/><category term='Qualities'/><category term='Biznez'/><category term='Wise'/><category term='Wife'/><category term='Dating'/><category term='Lawyers'/><category term='Honesty'/><category term='Guys'/><category term='Affair'/><category term='Tuesday'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Office'/><category term='Freshers'/><category term='Men Vs Women'/><category term='Sage'/><category term='Student'/><category term='Funny Facts'/><category term='Senior'/><category term='Old Age'/><category term='Bride'/><category term='Santa and Banta'/><category term='Son'/><category term='Virgin'/><category term='Rules'/><category term='Master'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Sardar'/><category term='Boss'/><category term='Humour bits'/><category term='Relations'/><category term='E-Mail'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Thursday'/><category term='Proverbs'/><category term='Plane'/><category term='Computers'/><category term='Twins'/><category term='Bar'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Pregnant'/><category term='Deal'/><category term='Blonde'/><category term='Love'/><category term='In-laws'/><category term='Bridegroom'/><category term='Password'/><category term='College Life'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Tricks'/><category term='Bank Stuffs'/><category term='Preacher'/><title type='text'>JUST FOR LAUGHS !!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Search for the jokes you want or Scroll down to have a look at the lables !!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3195078749727763981</id><published>2008-09-13T05:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T05:58:24.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus fr Fun'/><title type='text'>Dad How was I Born?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Best explanation ever given..........  DADDY! HOW WAS I BORN?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Consolas;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Junior asks his dad, His dad, who is a software engineer sighs and replies, "Ah, my son, I guess one day you would have to find out anyway!" "Well, I saw your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on MSN. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your mom and we met at a Cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother Agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to Upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, But it was too late to hit the  delete  button." "Six weeks later your mom sent me an instant message Saying that her operating system was showing signs of unauthorized Program activity from a self extracting file which had implanted in her BIOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Then nine months later a little Pop-Up appeared And said:   You've Got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Male'!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3195078749727763981?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3195078749727763981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3195078749727763981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3195078749727763981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3195078749727763981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/dad-how-was-i-born.html' title='Dad How was I Born?!'/><author><name>Sam Velsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332430822623278536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AVz8uA1hXto/R97a1YVTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZdxWiYzKN0g/S220/done.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6784832697640676346</id><published>2008-09-09T17:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:10:44.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jus fr Fun'/><title type='text'>Bishop n a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A little boy got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and  noticed he had his collar on backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The little boy asked why he wore his collar backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The man, who was a priest, said 'I am a Father.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The little boy replied 'My Dad doesn't wear his collar like that.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The priest looked up from his book and answered 'I am the Father of many.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The boy said 'My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grandchildren and he doesn't wear his collar that way'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The priest, getting impatient, said 'I am the Father of hundreds' and went back to reading his book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The little boy sat quietly thinking for a while, then leaned over and  said, 'Maybe you should use a condom and wear your pants backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;instead of your collar.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6784832697640676346?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6784832697640676346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6784832697640676346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6784832697640676346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6784832697640676346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/bishop-n-boy.html' title='Bishop n a Boy'/><author><name>Sam Velsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332430822623278536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AVz8uA1hXto/R97a1YVTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZdxWiYzKN0g/S220/done.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3186210945443506706</id><published>2008-08-01T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:11:35.384+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Amazing Home Remedies......</title><content type='html'>1. If you are &lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost instantly removed. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;2. Clumsy? Avoid cutting yourself while slicing vegetables by getting someone else to hold them while you chop away. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;3. Avoid arguments with your partner about lifting the toilet seat by simply using the sink. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;4. For high blood pressure sufferers: simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes, thus reducing the pressure in your veins. Remember to use a timer. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;5. A mouse trap, placed on top of your alarm clock, will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;6. If you have a bad cough, take a large dose of laxatives. Then you will be afraid to cough. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;7. Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the toothache. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;8. Sometimes, we just need to remember what the rules of life really are: You only need two tools: WD-40 and Duct Tape. If it doesn't move and should, use the WD-40. If it shouldn't move and does, use the duct tape. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;9. Remember: Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;10. Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;11. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;12. And finally, be really nice to your family and friends; you never know when you might need them to empty your bedpan. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/amazingly-simple-home-remedies-29042008.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;13. The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends &lt;/a&gt;-- if they're okay, then it's you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3186210945443506706?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3186210945443506706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3186210945443506706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3186210945443506706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3186210945443506706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazing-home-remedies.html' title='Amazing Home Remedies......'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6652934331205170414</id><published>2008-08-01T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:48:02.802+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><title type='text'>Stand Aside my Friend.....</title><content type='html'>A guy, sitting outside his home about to be evicted from his house,was contemplating how the future would be after he had divorced hiswife, lost his children and lost his job.He notices a crate of beer bottles and walks up to it.He takes out an empty bottle, smashing it into the concrete wallswearing, "You are the reason I don' t have a wife", second bottle,"You are the reason I don't have my children", third bottle "You arethe reason I lost my job". He notices the fourth bottle is sealed andstill full of beer. He takes the bottle, puts it aside and says "Standaside my dear friend, I know you were not involved....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6652934331205170414?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6652934331205170414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6652934331205170414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6652934331205170414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6652934331205170414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/stand-aside-my-friend.html' title='Stand Aside my Friend.....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7179177065903897990</id><published>2008-07-09T23:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:42:54.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TEN Excuses for missing Work !!</title><content type='html'>We've all been there. It's a beautiful day, and you can't bear the thought of going into work. So you call in with some excuse about feeling ill, but you know in your bones that your boss doesn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling ill excuse is a short-term solution that won't win you any fans at the office -- someone else will have to pick up the slack, or you'll miss deadlines. And it won't help your career any. Here are 10 excuses -- five smart and five not-so-smart -- to help you save face and your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart Excuses   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I've Earned It: No one can argue with performance. Come in two or three hours early -- or stay late -- for a week or two. Then negotiate a day off in advance. "Really work when you're there, so you'll be able to feel good about taking time off," says Andrea Nierenberg, president of The Nierenberg Group, a management consulting and personal marketing practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I'm Playing Golf with a Client: For this one to work, you've got to have a job that requires you to meet and court current and prospective clients. Neil Simpkins, an account executive at Oxford Communications, has used this one successfully. One note of caution: Meet the client; don't just say you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)I Have a Doctor's Appointment: This excuse will get you out of work for a half-day or so. Make the appointment first thing in the morning or late in the day, say around 3 p.m. You can leave the office by 2:30 p.m. and get home (hopefully) by 4 p.m. The shortened day will help you recharge, especially if you schedule it on a Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)I Have Cramps: Before you dismiss this one, think about it: Who can argue? "It's such an embarrassing topic that nobody will ever challenge it," says Jennifer Newman, vice president of Lippe Taylor Public Relations. She has used this excuse -- and had it used on her -- successfully. "It's one of those things that men honestly have no clue about, and women can sympathize with." One important point: Don't use this one if you're a man. It'll never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm Working from Home: This is an excellent way to give yourself a break if your company allows it. Although you'll need to do some work, you can generally get away with a shortened day. And you'll eliminate your commuting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not-So-Smart Excuses   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) There's a Death in the Family: Don't ever use this excuse if it's not true. Your employer will lose all trust in you. "I had an employee whose mother died -- twice," says David Wear, a Virginia PR executive. "He also had the misfortune of losing all his grandparents -- 12 of them -- during a two-year period."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm Too Sleepy: When she was a manager at &lt;a href="http://company.monster.com/ibm/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;IBM&lt;/a&gt;, Marilynn Mobley heard it all. This one still makes her laugh: The employee apparently took Tylenol 3 with codeine instead of a vitamin, because the bottles looked alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I Can't Get My Car Out of the Garage: This is another one that Mobley didn't buy. An employee said that a power failure was preventing him from opening his power-operated garage door. "I reminded him that there's a pull chain on it for just such cases," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I Can't Find My Polling Place: Mary Dale Walters, a communications specialist at CCH Inc., couldn't believe this one. A former employee needed an entire day to figure out where she had to go to vote in the 1996 presidential election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I Have a Personal Emergency: This one is so vague that it rarely works. It could mean anything from fatigue to an appointment with your hairdresser, and your boss knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie, no matter which excuse you use. "I'm not a believer in playing hooky, because it always comes back to you," Nierenberg says. "Don't lie to your boss, your supervisor or your clients. You're guaranteed they will be the ones you'll run into while you're walking down the street in your jeans."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7179177065903897990?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7179177065903897990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7179177065903897990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7179177065903897990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7179177065903897990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-excuses-for-missing-work.html' title='TEN Excuses for missing Work !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6829012678545077627</id><published>2008-07-09T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:38:19.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><title type='text'>Before Marriage .... After Marriage ....! !!</title><content type='html'>Before &lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/before-after-of-marriage.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Marriage - Agar Tum Na Hote :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Agar Tum Na Hote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Maine Pyar Kiya :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Ye Maine Kya Kiya? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Kuch Kuch Hota Hai :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Kuch Nahi Hota Hai :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/before-after-of-marriage.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Before Marriage - Dil To Pagal Hai :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - Dil To Pagal Tha :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Ek Duje Ke Liye  :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Sirf Bachcho Ke Liye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Dilwale Dulhaniya Le  Jayenge :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Baaki Log Sukhi Ho Jayenge :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Chandramukhi :)&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - Jwaalamukhi :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Kuwara Baap :)&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - Bechara Baap :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Titanic :)&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - Mortgage :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Hum Aapke Hai Koun?  :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Barbadi Ka Kaaran :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Yes Boss :)&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - Yes Boss :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Mere Sapno Ki Rani :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Chutki Ki Amma :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Kabhi Kabhi :)&lt;br /&gt;After  Marriage - If you are lucky :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Aao Pyar Karen :)&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage - Aur Bhi Kuch Kaam Karen? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Marriage - Hum Apke Hain :)&lt;br /&gt;Shaadi he baad - Hum Apke Hai Koun? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6829012678545077627?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6829012678545077627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6829012678545077627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6829012678545077627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6829012678545077627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/before-marriage-after-marriage.html' title='Before Marriage .... After Marriage ....! !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7069752918930965877</id><published>2008-07-09T23:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:34:21.429+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Indian proves his INTELLECT Again</title><content type='html'>An Indian man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian man hands over the keys and documents of new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, the Indian returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi millionaire. What puzzles us is, why you would bother to borrow "$5,000"?The Indian replies:"Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7069752918930965877?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7069752918930965877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7069752918930965877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7069752918930965877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7069752918930965877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/indian-proves-his-intellect-again.html' title='Indian proves his INTELLECT Again'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3269321857048839635</id><published>2008-06-16T12:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:59:38.065+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men Vs Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Another Fight</title><content type='html'>Men:1. All men are extremely busy.2. Although they are so busy, they still have time for women.3. Although they have time for women, they don't really care for them.4. Although they don't really care for them, they always have one around.5. Although they always have one around them, they always try their luck with others.6. Although they try their luck with others, they get really pissed off if the first woman leaves them.7. Although the woman leaves them they still don't learn from their mistakes and still try their luck with others.Women:1. The most important thing for a woman is financial security.2. Although this is so important, they still go out and buy expensive clothes and stuff.3. Although they always buy expensive clothes, they say they never have something to wear.4. Although they never have something to wear, they always dress beautifully.5. Although they always dress beautifully, their clothes are always just 'an old rag'.6. Although their clothes are always 'just an old rag', they still expect you to compliment them.7. Although they expect you to compliment them, when you do, they don't believe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3269321857048839635?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3269321857048839635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3269321857048839635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3269321857048839635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3269321857048839635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-fight.html' title='Another Fight'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8538027462959524345</id><published>2008-05-07T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:17:31.835+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>Jokes Collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Wife: Oh dear when you remove your specks you look like the same cute boy&lt;br /&gt;whom I married 20 years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Husband: Yes dear, when I remove my specks and look at you, you also look&lt;br /&gt;like the same charming girl whom I married 20 years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Sam and David were sharing their childhood memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Sam says: Once when I was playing on a road, a speeding bike hit me and I&lt;br /&gt;fell down on the earth unconsciously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;David: Oh my God! Did you survive that accident or you died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Sam: I don't remember exactly because I was only 4 yeas old at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Santa: If I die, will you remarry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Jeeto: No! I'll stay with my sister. But if I die will you remarry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Santa: No, I'll also stay with your sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Lalu: Why are all these people running? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Man: This is a race, the winner will get the cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Lalu: If only winner will get the cup, why are others running? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8538027462959524345?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8538027462959524345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8538027462959524345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8538027462959524345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8538027462959524345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/jokes-collections.html' title='Jokes Collections'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2496631339435787001</id><published>2008-05-06T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:57:00.635+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One liners'/><title type='text'>One Liners and their hidden Meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One liners -- Hidden meanings in Company talk &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/kapson/0407/04f48095.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Today's  Professional Management FUNDAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."We will do it" means "You will do it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."You have done a great job" means "More work to be given to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3."We are working on it" means "We have not yet started working on the same"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4."Tomorrow first thing in the morning" means "Its not getting done "At least not tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."After discussion we will decide-I am very open to views" means "I have already decided, I will tell you what to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6."There was a slight miscommunication" means "We had actually lied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7."Lets call a meeting and discuss" means "I have no time now, will talk later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8."We can always do it" means "We actually cannot do the same on time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9."We are on the right track but there needs to be a slight extension of the deadline" means "The project is screwed up, we cannot deliver on time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10."We had slight differences of opinion "means "We had actually fought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11."Make a list of the work that you do and let's see how I can help you" means "Anyway you have to find a way out no help from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12."You should have told me earlier" means "Well even if you told me earlier that would have made hardly any difference!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13."We need to find out the real reason" means "Well I will tell you where your fault is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14."Well Family is important; your leave is always granted. Just ensure that the work is not affected," means, "Well you know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15."We are a team," means, "I am not the only one to be blamed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16."That's actually a good question" means "I do not know anything about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17."All the Best" means "You are in trouble"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2496631339435787001?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2496631339435787001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2496631339435787001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2496631339435787001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2496631339435787001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-liners-and-their-hidden-meanings.html' title='One Liners and their hidden Meanings'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e210/kapson/0407/th_04f48095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8871881766958128797</id><published>2008-05-06T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:53:32.835+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Dating with Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second date: You get to grope all over and make out a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third date: You get to have sex but only in the missionary position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IRISH WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  Second Date: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Anniversary: You both get blind drunk and have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You take her to a play and an expensive restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You meet her parents and her Mom makes spaghetti &amp;amp; meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You have sex, she wants to marry you &amp;amp; insists on a 3-carat ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Anniversary: You already have 5 kids together &amp;amp; hate the thought of having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Anniversary: You find yourself a Mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JEWISH WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You get terrific head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You get even more great head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You tell her you'll marry her and never get head again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHINESE WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner. Nothing happens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third date: You don't even get to the third date and you've already realized nothing is ever going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INDIAN WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: Meet her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second date: Set the date of the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third date: Wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You get to buy her a real expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You get to buy her and her girlfriends a real expensive dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: You get to pay her rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth Date: She's pregnant by someone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEXICAN WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: You buy her an expensive dinner, get drunk on Tequila, and have sex in the back of her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: She's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Date: She moves in. One week later, her mother, father, his girlfriend, her two sisters, her brother, all of their kids, her grandma, her father's girlfriend's mother, her two cousins, her sister's Boyfriend and his three kids move in and you live on rice and beans for the rest of your life in your home that used to be nice, but now looks like a home along the Tijuana strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARAB WOMEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date: Mother, Father, Brothers, Sisters, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Friends and entire arab community finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Date: You are shot dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No third date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8871881766958128797?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8871881766958128797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8871881766958128797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8871881766958128797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8871881766958128797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/dating-with-women.html' title='Dating with Women'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6031663376204006261</id><published>2008-05-06T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:52:44.508+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictonary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Dictonary For Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;rgument (ar*gyou*ment) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A discussion that occurs when you're right, but he just hasn't realized it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Airhead (er*hed) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a woman intentionally becomes when pulled over by a policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bar-be-que (bar*bi*q) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bought the groceries, washed the lettuce, chopped the tomatoes, diced the onions, marinated the meat and cleaned everything up, but, he, "made the dinner."&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Blonde jokes (blond joks) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes that are short so that men can understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothes dryer (kloze dri*yer) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An appliance designed to eat socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eternity (e*ter*ni*tee) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two minutes of a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exercise (ex*er*siz) v.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk up and down a mall, occasionally resting to make a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grocery List (grow*ser*ee list) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend half an hour writing, then forget to take with you to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Dresser (hare dres*er) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is able to create a style you will never be able to duplicate again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardware Store (hard*war stor) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to a black hole in space - if he goes in, he isn't coming out anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Park (park) v./n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before children, a verb meaning, "to go somewhere and neck." After children, a noun meaning a place with a swing set and slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience (pa*shens) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important ingredient for dating, marriage and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waterproof Mascara (wah*tr*pruf mas*kar*ah) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes off if you cry, shower, or swim, but will not come off if you try to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentine's Day (val*en*tinez dae) n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day when you have dreams of a candlelight dinner, diamonds, and romance, but consider yourself lucky to get a card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6031663376204006261?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6031663376204006261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6031663376204006261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6031663376204006261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6031663376204006261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/dictonary-for-women.html' title='Dictonary For Women'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4282931034755949468</id><published>2008-05-06T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:50:19.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictonary'/><title type='text'>Dating Dictonary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ATTRACTION.. ... &lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/new-dating-dictionary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;the act of associating horniness with a particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT..... what occurs when two extremely horny, but not entirely choosy people meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATING..... the process of spending enormous amounts of money, time and energy to get better acquainted with a person whom you don't especially like in the present and will learn to like a lot less in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTH CONTROL..... avoiding pregnancy through such tactics as swallowing special pills, inserting a diaphragm, using a condom, and dating repulsive men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://funlok.com/index.php/humor/new-dating-dictionary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;EASY..... a term used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE CONTACT..... a method utilized by one person to indicate that they are interested in another. Despite being advised to do so, many men have difficulty looking a woman directly in the eyes, not necessarily due to shyness, but usually due to the fact that a woman's eyes are not located in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND..... a person in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIFFERENCE. .... a woman's feeling towards a man, which is interpreted by the man to be "playing hard to get".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTERESTING. .... a word a man uses to describe a woman who lets him do all the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING HABIT..... what the endearing little qualities that initially attract two people to each other turn into after a few months together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF RELATIVITY.. ... how attractive a given person appears to be is directly proportionate to how unattractive your date is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYMPHOMANIAC. .... a man's term for a woman who wants to have sex more often than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBER..... condition in which it is almost impossible to fall in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4282931034755949468?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4282931034755949468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4282931034755949468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4282931034755949468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4282931034755949468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/dating-dictonary.html' title='Dating Dictonary'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1934874817450787205</id><published>2008-05-06T11:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:48:19.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Propose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SMS 4 U'/><title type='text'>Propose</title><content type='html'>Propose karne ka sher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://smsguru.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kutta mar gaya rajaai mein,&lt;br /&gt;Main paagal ho gaya teri judaai mein&lt;br /&gt;Haathi nadi mein beh nahin sakta,Apun tere bina reh nahin sakta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://smsguru.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Tumsa koi doosra zameen par hua,&lt;br /&gt;Toh Rab se shikayat hogi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek toh jhella nahi jaata,&lt;br /&gt;Doosra AA gaya to kya halat hogi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sharab sharir ko khatam karti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://smsguru.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt; Sharab samaj ko khatam karti hai&lt;br /&gt;Aao aaj is sharab ko khatam karte hai&lt;br /&gt;Ek botal tum khatam karo ek hum khatam karte hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is the diff. Between dava &amp;amp; daru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://smsguru.in/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Dava is like girlfriend that comes with expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;Daru is like WIFE, jitni PURANI hogi UTNA sir CHAD ke bolegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(13, 13, 13);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1934874817450787205?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1934874817450787205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1934874817450787205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1934874817450787205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1934874817450787205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/propose.html' title='Propose'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8602338910653157041</id><published>2008-04-16T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:41:50.392+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Dont ever give a Lame Excuse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night and Didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;pre&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;pre&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;him and said they will be ready by that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;This was a Special Condition Test, All four were required to sit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;    &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;Separate classrooms for the test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Test consisted of 2 questions with the total of 100 Marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Q.1. Your Name.........................(2 MARKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Q.2. which tire burst................ (98 MARKS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;a) Front Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;b) Front Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;c) Back Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;d) Back Right.....!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;True story from IIT Bombay...Batch 1992-96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8602338910653157041?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8602338910653157041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8602338910653157041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8602338910653157041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8602338910653157041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-ever-give-lame-excuse.html' title='Dont ever give a Lame Excuse!!'/><author><name>Sam Velsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332430822623278536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AVz8uA1hXto/R97a1YVTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZdxWiYzKN0g/S220/done.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-376534324364777914</id><published>2008-04-08T17:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:59:30.114+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><title type='text'>WHY MEN DECIDED TO WEAR CLOTHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; 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text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.funandfunonly.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Good  Day&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;Father: I  want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son: 'I will choose my own  bride!'&lt;br /&gt;Father: 'But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter.'&lt;br /&gt;Son: 'Well, in  that case...ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Day Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Father: 'I  have a husband for your daughter.'&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: 'But my daughter is too young  to marry!'&lt;br /&gt;Father: 'But this young man is a vice-president of the World  Bank.'&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: 'Ah, in that case...ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to  see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Father: 'I have a young man to be  recommended as a vice-president.'&lt;br /&gt;President: 'But I already have more vice-  presidents than I need!'&lt;br /&gt;Father: 'But this young man is Bill Gates's  son-in-law.'&lt;br /&gt;President: 'Ah, in that case...ok'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how business  is done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt; Even If you have nothing, You can get Anything.. But  your&lt;br /&gt;attitude should be +ve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Join our Group FunAndFunOnly (www.FunAndFunOnly.net) - SridhaR" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.funandfunonly.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-9174491312721680?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9174491312721680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=9174491312721680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/9174491312721680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/9174491312721680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/04/atti-tactics-biznez_05.html' title='Atti + Tactics == Biznez!'/><author><name>Senthil Velavan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-773650482307333232</id><published>2008-03-29T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:38:55.812+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Sardarji's Mom's Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear  Banta                     Vahe  Guru !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a well here and hoping you are in the same well there. I'm&lt;br /&gt;writing this letter slowly, because I know you  cannot read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in  the&lt;br /&gt;newspaper  that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved&lt;br /&gt;20 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be able to send the address as the last &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;Sardar&lt;/span&gt; who  stayed here&lt;br /&gt; took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would&lt;br /&gt;not have  to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be&lt;br /&gt;able  to bring  our earlier address plate here, so that our address&lt;br /&gt;will remain  same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated&lt;br /&gt;right above  the commode. I'm not sure it works. Last week I put in 3&lt;br /&gt;shirts, pulled  the chain and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The&lt;br /&gt;first time  it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a&lt;br /&gt;little  too heavy  to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so&lt;br /&gt;we cut them off  and put  them in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting&lt;br /&gt;the grass  at the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  the way I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is  really&lt;br /&gt;badmash.  He told her that two-piece swimming suit is not allowed in&lt;br /&gt;this club.  We were confused as to which piece should we remove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it&lt;br /&gt;is  a girl  or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or&lt;br /&gt;Uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  uncle, Jetinder fell in a nearby well. Some men tried to pull&lt;br /&gt;him  out, but  he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him&lt;br /&gt;and he  burned for  three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;his father's  last wishes. His father had wished to be buried at sea&lt;br /&gt;after  he died.  And your friend died while in the process of digging&lt;br /&gt;a grave for  his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has  happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:  Beta, I was going to send you some money but by the time I&lt;br /&gt;realized,  I had  already sealed off this letter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-773650482307333232?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/773650482307333232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=773650482307333232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/773650482307333232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/773650482307333232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/sardarjis-moms-letter.html' title='Sardarji&apos;s Mom&apos;s Letter'/><author><name>Sam Velsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332430822623278536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AVz8uA1hXto/R97a1YVTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZdxWiYzKN0g/S220/done.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4591003549824298233</id><published>2008-03-29T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:30:01.287+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Letter'/><title type='text'>A different Love letter and a beautiful reply to it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Join our Group Fun and Fun Only (www.mailz.net.tc) - SridhaR" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;A teenage college guy sent a love letter (in Q/A format) to his classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;My Dearest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;Reshma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#008000;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following questionnaire. For Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) 10 marks,&lt;br /&gt;(b) 5marks and&lt;br /&gt;(c) 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;1) Whenever you enter the class room, your sight always falls on me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) of love&lt;br /&gt;(b) you couldn't control seeing me&lt;br /&gt;(c) really ... Am I doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whenever professor cracks &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;, you laugh and turn and look at me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you always like to see me smiling&lt;br /&gt;(b) you are testing whether I like jokes&lt;br /&gt;(c) you are attracted by my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you were singing in the class, I entered and immediately you stopped singing because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you are so coy to sing before me&lt;br /&gt;(b) my presence influenced you&lt;br /&gt;(c) you feared that whether I'll like your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you were showing your childhood photo, when I asked for it, you hide it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you felt ashamed&lt;br /&gt;(b) you felt uneasy&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5) During trekking, myself and my friend gave you hand for lifting you and you took only my friend's because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you enjoyed my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;(b) you won't feel leaving my hand after grabbing&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You were waiting yesterday for bus and didn't get into your bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you were waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you were dreaming about me and didn't notice the bus&lt;br /&gt;(c) that bus was crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You introduced me to your parents when they came to college because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I am going to be your groom&lt;br /&gt;(b) you just want to know what your parents think about me&lt;br /&gt;(c) just you felt like introducing me to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I told that I like girls wearing roses. Next day, you came with a rose on your head because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) to fulfill my wish&lt;br /&gt;(b) you like roses&lt;br /&gt;(c) by chance you got a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) On that day, it was my birthday. You too came to temple early at 6:00 A.M because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you want to pray along with me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you want to meet me before any one could meet on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;(c) you want to wish me at temple because you are spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have scored more than 40, then you are loving me. &lt;b&gt;Don't delay in expressing it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have scored between 30 and 40, love is budding in your heart and it's getting ready to bloom. If you have scored less than 30, you are in confusion whether to love me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly awaiting your reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; , Aakash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000080;"&gt;Reshma's reply letter was also in &lt;b&gt;Q/A format &lt;/b&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aakash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following Yes/No questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If somebody sits in the first row, normally people entering the class, sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If a girl laughs and looks anyone, is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) While singing, if somebody forgets lines of the songs, will he/she stop singing or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was showing to my friends (who are all girls) my childhood photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You poked your nose inside..... Right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5) I avoided to hold your hand during trekking. Couldn't you understand yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Should I not wait for my best friend (&lt;b&gt; Anjali&lt;/b&gt; ) at the bus stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a)Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Shouldn't I introduce you to my parents as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You have said you also like Lotus, cauliflower, banana's flower. Is it true ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Oh was that your birthday. That's why I could see you in temple. &lt;b&gt;I come daily to Temple&lt;/b&gt; .. Do you know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered "Yes" to any of the question, then I am not loving you. If you have answered "No", then you don't know the meaning of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt;Hope everything is clear to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800080;"&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4591003549824298233?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4591003549824298233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4591003549824298233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4591003549824298233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4591003549824298233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/different-love-letter-and-beautiful.html' title='A different Love letter and a beautiful reply to it.'/><author><name>Sam Velsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04332430822623278536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AVz8uA1hXto/R97a1YVTQKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZdxWiYzKN0g/S220/done.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2011344825444781710</id><published>2008-03-21T09:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-27T19:53:55.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men Vs Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Flash News</title><content type='html'>Flash news: A 2 seater plane crashed in a graveyard in Punjab .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local Sardars have so far found 500 bodies and are still digging for more…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want u 2 know that our friendship means a lot 2 me. &lt;br /&gt;U cry, I cry. &lt;br /&gt;U laugh.. I laugh. &lt;br /&gt;U jump out of d window.. &lt;br /&gt;I look down n then.. I laugh again.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling a lie is a fault for a little boy, &lt;br /&gt;An art for a lover, &lt;br /&gt;An accomplishment for a bachelor &lt;br /&gt;And a Matter of Survival for a married man. Gud Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a wise man tells her that she looks extremely beautiful when her lips r closed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2011344825444781710?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2011344825444781710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2011344825444781710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2011344825444781710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2011344825444781710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/flash-news.html' title='Flash News'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1451924136303936752</id><published>2008-03-21T09:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:33:11.293+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Conclusions !!!</title><content type='html'>Sardar is in a dissection class of cockroach. He cuts its 1 leg, and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chal", it walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuts 2nd and 3rd legs and said, "chal" , it walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuts all the legs and said, "chal...." Finally he wrote the conclusion.. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... "after all the legs of a cockroach are cut - it becomes deaf......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar shouting 2 his girl friend " u said v will do register marriage and cheated me, I was waiting 4 u yesterday whole day in the post office...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tamilian call up sardar and asks  " Tamil therima??"(therima = Do you Know ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar got mad, angrily replied.... "Hindi tera baap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 sardars are driving a Car, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One puts on the indicator and asks the other to check whether its working, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts his head out and says - YES...NO...YES. ..NO...YES. ..NO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1451924136303936752?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1451924136303936752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1451924136303936752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1451924136303936752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1451924136303936752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/conclusions.html' title='Conclusions !!!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7699043441691094280</id><published>2008-03-19T13:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:39:53.772+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><title type='text'>Twins When Drunk !!!</title><content type='html'>A man stumbles up to the only other patron in a bar and asks if he&lt;br /&gt;could buy him a drink.&lt;br /&gt;"Why of course," comes the reply.&lt;br /&gt;The first man then asks: "Where are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm from Ireland," replies the second man.&lt;br /&gt;The first man responds: "You don't say, I'm from Ireland too! Let's&lt;br /&gt;have another round to Ireland."&lt;br /&gt;"Of Course," replies the second man.&lt;br /&gt;Curious, the first man then asks: "Where in Ireland are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dublin," comes the reply.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe it," says the first man.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin."&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," replies the second man.&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?"&lt;br /&gt;"St. Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '62."&lt;br /&gt;"This is unbelievable! " the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's&lt;br /&gt;and I graduated in '62, too!"&lt;br /&gt;About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;"What's been going on?" he asks the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much," replies the bartender. "The O'Malley twins are drunk again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7699043441691094280?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7699043441691094280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7699043441691094280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7699043441691094280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7699043441691094280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/twins-when-drunk.html' title='Twins When Drunk !!!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3415400471742062775</id><published>2008-03-14T23:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:27:26.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unopened CD's</title><content type='html'>There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she sat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He nodded and she went to the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to just ask her. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------ ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!RRRRRING! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday..." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later in the day. the mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3415400471742062775?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3415400471742062775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3415400471742062775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3415400471742062775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3415400471742062775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/unopened-cds.html' title='Unopened CD&apos;s'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7177832712878145673</id><published>2008-03-14T23:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:01:31.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men Vs Women'/><title type='text'>Contrasting WITS !!</title><content type='html'>BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me! &lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring?? &lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest. &lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever. &lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you! &lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you! &lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting? &lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other. &lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter? &lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?" &lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I beshowing?" &lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say&lt;br /&gt;prayers before eating?" &lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good&lt;br /&gt;cook". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : " Can anybody give an example of &lt;br /&gt;COINCIDENCE? " &lt;br /&gt;One Student : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on thesame day and at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7177832712878145673?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7177832712878145673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7177832712878145673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7177832712878145673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7177832712878145673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/contrasting-wits.html' title='Contrasting WITS !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4382328330138782758</id><published>2008-03-01T14:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:59:47.269+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Aquainted !</title><content type='html'>This lady that was wearing a tight skirt was waiting at the bus stop to get onto the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus pulled up and the driver opened the doors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to step up onto the step but her skirt was too tight. So she reached back to unzip and loosen it a little. She tried to step up onto the steps again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still to tight. She reached back and unzipped some more. Tried to step up again and the skirt was still to tight. She tried one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached back and unzipped some more. And she still couldn,t get up onto the bus. So this man behind her reaches and grabs her by the butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives her a boost onto the bus. She turns around and slaps him and saying "What do you think you are doing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the man says "Well lady after you unzipped my pants for the third time I thought we were aquainted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4382328330138782758?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4382328330138782758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4382328330138782758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4382328330138782758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4382328330138782758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/aquainted.html' title='Aquainted !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4869747525631624052</id><published>2008-03-01T14:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:12:39.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Monkey In Plane</title><content type='html'>Once in Brazil a plane crashed, only a monkey who was  traveling in the plane was left alive. Fortunately the monkey was intelligent  enough to understand our language and reply in actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officials went to  see the monkey in the hospital and had a talk with the  monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "When the plane took off what were the travelers  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Tying their belts"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the air hostesses  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Saying Hello! Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the  pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Checking the system"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Looking for my people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "After 10' minutes  what were the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Having beverages and  snacks"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the air hostesses doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Serving the  travelers"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the Pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the  steering"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Eating &amp;  throwing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "After 30 minutes what were the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Some were sleeping and some were reading"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were  the air hostesses doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Make up"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the pilots  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the steering"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were you  doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "Just before plane crash what were  the travelers doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "All were sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: "What were the  pilots doing?"&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Handling the air hostess"&lt;br /&gt;Officer: What were you  doing?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: Handling the steering!!!! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  more Questions!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4869747525631624052?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4869747525631624052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4869747525631624052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4869747525631624052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4869747525631624052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/monkey-in-plane.html' title='Monkey In Plane'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2027335102388621653</id><published>2008-03-01T14:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:48:02.240+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><title type='text'>Peanuts</title><content type='html'>A  doctor at an insane asylum decided to take his patients to a baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  weeks in advance, he coached his patients to respond to his commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  the day of the game arrived. Everything went quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  the National Anthem started, the doctor yelled, 'Up Nuts', and the patients  complied by standing up.  After the anthem, he yelled, 'Down  Nuts', and they all sat back down in their seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a home run  was hit, the doctor yelled, 'Cheer Nuts'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all broke out  into applause and cheered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the umpire made a particularly bad call  against the star of the home team, the Doctor yelled, 'Booooo Nuts' and they  all started booing and cat calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable with  their response, the doctor decided to go get a beer and a hot dog, leaving  his assistant in charge. When he  turned, there  was a riot in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding his  tizzied assistant, the doctor asked, 'What in the world  happened?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assistant replied,  'Well everything was going just fine until this guy walked by and  yelled, 'PEANUTS!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2027335102388621653?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2027335102388621653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2027335102388621653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2027335102388621653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2027335102388621653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/peanuts.html' title='Peanuts'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5938173602426329452</id><published>2008-03-01T13:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:10:28.914+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>Titanic !</title><content type='html'>Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher answered quickly, "That would be the Titanic." St. Peter let him through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn't *really* need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: "How many people died on the ship?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie. "1,228," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! You may enter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter turned to the lawyer. "Name them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ========= =======&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5938173602426329452?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5938173602426329452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5938173602426329452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5938173602426329452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5938173602426329452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/03/titanic.html' title='Titanic !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5765347681986799065</id><published>2008-02-24T16:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T16:55:23.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Please Confirm Before speaking !</title><content type='html'>A man joined a big Multi National Company as a trainee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first day, he dialled the kitchen and shouted into the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get me a cup of coffee, quickly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice from the other side responded: "You fool; you've dialled the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong extension! Do you know who u are talking to ...?&lt;br /&gt;"No" replied the trainee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Managing Director of the company, you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trainee shouted back: "And do you know who YOU are talking to, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the Managing Director angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God!" replied the trainee and put down the phone .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5765347681986799065?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5765347681986799065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5765347681986799065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5765347681986799065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5765347681986799065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-confirm-before-speaking.html' title='Please Confirm Before speaking !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6271349511196953774</id><published>2008-02-23T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:56:08.735+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>Heroic Biker</title><content type='html'>A biker is riding by the zoo, when he sees a little girl leaning&lt;br /&gt;into the lion's cage. Suddenly, the lion grabs her by the cuff of&lt;br /&gt;her jacket and tries to pull her inside to slaughter her, under the&lt;br /&gt;eyes of her screaming parents. The biker jumps off his bike, runs to&lt;br /&gt;the cage and hits the lion square on the nose with a powerful punch.&lt;br /&gt;Whimpering from the pain the lion jumps back letting go of the girl,&lt;br /&gt;and the biker brings her to her terrified parents, who thank him&lt;br /&gt;endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;A reporter has seen the whole scene, and addressing the biker,&lt;br /&gt;says, "Sir, this was the most gallant and brave thing I saw a man do&lt;br /&gt;in my whole life."&lt;br /&gt;"Why, it was nothing, really, the lion was behind bars. I just saw&lt;br /&gt;this little kid in danger, and acted as I felt right."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'll make sure this won't go unnoticed. I'm a journalist, you&lt;br /&gt;know, and tomorrow's papers will have this on the first page. What&lt;br /&gt;motorcycle do you ride?"&lt;br /&gt;"A Harley Davidson.... "&lt;br /&gt;The journalist leaves. The following morning the biker buys the&lt;br /&gt;paper to see if it indeed brings news of his actions, and reads, on&lt;br /&gt;first page:&lt;br /&gt;BIKER GANG MEMBER ASSAULTS AFRICAN IMMIGRANT AND STEALS HIS LUNCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6271349511196953774?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6271349511196953774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6271349511196953774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6271349511196953774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6271349511196953774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/heroic-biker.html' title='Heroic Biker'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5200202999197302328</id><published>2008-02-23T18:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:54:37.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qualities'/><title type='text'>That is called Confidence !</title><content type='html'>A hypothetical situation where 20 CEOs board an airplane and are told&lt;br /&gt;that the flight that they are about to take is the first-ever to&lt;br /&gt;feature pilotless technology: It is an uncrewed aircraft. Each one of&lt;br /&gt;the CEOs is then told, privately, that their company's software is&lt;br /&gt;running the aircraft's automatic pilot system. Nineteen of the CEOs&lt;br /&gt;promptly leave the aircraft, each offering a different type of excuse.&lt;br /&gt;One CEO alone remains on board the jet, seeming very calm indeed. Asked&lt;br /&gt;why he is so confident in this first uncrewed flight, he replies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it is the same software that runs my company's IT systems,&lt;br /&gt;this plane won't even take off." !!!!&lt;br /&gt;That is called Confidence!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5200202999197302328?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5200202999197302328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5200202999197302328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5200202999197302328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5200202999197302328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-is-called-confidence.html' title='That is called Confidence !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5827751402975200317</id><published>2008-02-23T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:48:58.217+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>The Bronze Rat</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a curio shop in Galveston Texas .&lt;br /&gt;Looking around at the exotica, he noticed a very life-like, life-size&lt;br /&gt;bronze statue of a rat It had no price tag, but it looked so striking that&lt;br /&gt;he decided he must have it.&lt;br /&gt;He took it to the owner and asked "How much is the bronze rat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Twelve dollars for the rat, a hundred dollars if you bring it back,"&lt;br /&gt;said the owner.&lt;br /&gt;The man gave the shop owner twelve dollars. "I'll take the rat; And I&lt;br /&gt;won't be bringing it back."&lt;br /&gt;As he walked down the street carrying the bronze rat, he noticed that a few&lt;br /&gt;real rats had crawled out of alleys and sewers, and began following him&lt;br /&gt;down the street. This was a bit disconcerting, so he began to walk a little&lt;br /&gt;bit faster. Within a couple of blocks, the group of rats behind him grew to&lt;br /&gt;over a hundred, and they began squealing.&lt;br /&gt;He started to trot towards the Harbor. He took a nervous look around and&lt;br /&gt;saw that the rats numbered in the thousands, maybe in the millions, and they&lt;br /&gt;were all squealing and coming towards him faster and faster. Terrified, he&lt;br /&gt;ran to the edge of the water and threw the bronze rat as far out into the&lt;br /&gt;Harbor as he could.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the water after it, and&lt;br /&gt;were drowned.&lt;br /&gt;The man walked back to the curio shop. "Aha," said the owner, "You're&lt;br /&gt;bringing it back !"&lt;br /&gt;"Actually no," said the man. "I came back to see how&lt;br /&gt;much you want for that little bronze Mexican over there!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5827751402975200317?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5827751402975200317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5827751402975200317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5827751402975200317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5827751402975200317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/bronze-rat.html' title='The Bronze Rat'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3559208889410693776</id><published>2008-02-18T20:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:13:49.540+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Software'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full Forms'/><title type='text'>Software Companies &amp; Their Full forms</title><content type='html'>1. INFOSYS : Inferior Offline Systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WIPRO : Weak Input, Poor &amp; Rubbish Output&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HCL : Hidden Costs &amp; Losses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TCS : Totally Confusing Solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. C-DOT : Coffee During Office Timings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. HUGHES : Highly Useless Graduates Hired for Eating and Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. BAAN : Beggars Association and Nerds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IBM : Implicitly Boring Machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SATYAM : Sad And Tired Yelling Away Madly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.. PARAM : Puzzled And Ridiculous Array of Microprocessors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HP : Hen Pecked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. AT&amp;T : All Troubles &amp; Terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CMC : Coffee, Meals and Comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DEC : Drifting &amp; Exhausted Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. BFL : Brainwash First, and Let them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. DELL : Deplorable Equipment &amp; Lackluster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. TISL : Totally Inconsistent Systems Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. PSI : Peculiar Symptoms of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. PCL : Poor Computers Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. SPARC : Simply Poor And Redundant Computers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3559208889410693776?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3559208889410693776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3559208889410693776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3559208889410693776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3559208889410693776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/software-companies-their-full-forms.html' title='Software Companies &amp; Their Full forms'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2084516109191112791</id><published>2008-02-13T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:15:15.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Problems'/><title type='text'>Family Problems</title><content type='html'>Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar&lt;br /&gt;drinking shot after shot. The Indian man said to the American," You know &lt;br /&gt;my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl &lt;br /&gt;from a village whom I haven't even met once. We call this arranged&lt;br /&gt;marriage. I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love...I told them &lt;br /&gt;that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems." The American &lt;br /&gt;said, " Talking about love marriages?.. . I'll tell you my story. I&lt;br /&gt;married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a &lt;br /&gt;couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my &lt;br /&gt;father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law. My&lt;br /&gt;daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred &lt;br /&gt;when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. &lt;br /&gt;Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son&lt;br /&gt;I.e. My brother is my grandson. Ultimately, I have become my own grand &lt;br /&gt;father and I am my own grandson. And you say you have family&lt;br /&gt;problems...? !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2084516109191112791?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2084516109191112791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2084516109191112791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2084516109191112791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2084516109191112791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/family-problems.html' title='Family Problems'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2998627542370209935</id><published>2008-01-28T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:02:16.266+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><title type='text'>Husband And Wife</title><content type='html'>Generation Next Motto: Na hum shaadi karenge, na apne bachchon ko karne denge. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"U love someone &lt;br /&gt;U marry someone else. &lt;br /&gt;The one u marry becomes ur wife or husband. &lt;br /&gt;And the one u loved becomes the password of Ur mail id" &lt;br /&gt;******  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one perfect child in the world &amp; every mother has it. &lt;br /&gt;There's only one perfect wife in the world &amp; every neighbour has it. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says u r ugly, its ok, if someone says u r stupid, its ok, &lt;br /&gt;If someone says u r genius slap him as tight as you can n say there &lt;br /&gt;Is a limit of kidding n u r now crossing the limit. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three dreams of a man: &lt;br /&gt;To be as handsome as his mother thinks. &lt;br /&gt;To be as rich as his child believes. &lt;br /&gt;To have as many women as his wife suspects... &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband &amp; wife are like liver and kidney. Husband is liver &amp; wife kidney. &lt;br /&gt;If liver fails, kidney fails. If kidney fails, liver manages with other kidney. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the diff between Dava &amp;d Daru? &lt;br /&gt;Dava is like girlfriend, that comes with expiry date and &lt;br /&gt;Daru is like wife, Jitni purani hogi utna sir Chad ke bolegi. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife ko Begum kyon kehte hain? &lt;br /&gt;Kyonki shaadi ke baad saare gum to husband ke hisse mein aate hain or &lt;br /&gt;Wife Be-Gum ho jaat hai. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese have produced a camera that has such a fast shutter &lt;br /&gt;Speed it can take a picture of a woman with her mouth shut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2998627542370209935?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2998627542370209935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2998627542370209935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2998627542370209935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2998627542370209935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/husband-and-wife.html' title='Husband And Wife'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8945885669969196814</id><published>2008-01-28T14:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:17:39.568+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Age'/><title type='text'>Senior Movements</title><content type='html'>An elderly couple were having dinner at another couple's house and after their meal, the wives left the table to go to the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two elderly gents were talking, and one says: "Last night we went out to a fabulous new restaurant .I'd highly recommend." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man says: "What's the name of the restaurant?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man thinks long and hard with a furrowed brow, finally saying: "Ah, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend replies: "A carnation?" "No, no. The other one," the man says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend suggest "The poppy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no" growls the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know - the one that is red and has thorns." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend says: "Do you mean a rose?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Thank you!" the first man says. He then turns toward the kitchen and yells: "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8945885669969196814?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8945885669969196814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8945885669969196814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8945885669969196814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8945885669969196814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/senior-movements.html' title='Senior Movements'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2886499579557250356</id><published>2008-01-28T14:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:15:46.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Password'/><title type='text'>Password Problem</title><content type='html'>Bhola calls the Help Desk to complain that there's something wrong with his password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the usual caps-lock problem.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem is that whenever I type the password, it just shows stars," he says.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those asterisks are to protect you," the Help Desk technician explains, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so if someone were standing behind you, they wouldn't be able to read your password."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but they show up even when there is no one standing behind me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2886499579557250356?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2886499579557250356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2886499579557250356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2886499579557250356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2886499579557250356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/password-problem_28.html' title='Password Problem'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4127418178473745689</id><published>2008-01-28T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:14:16.458+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Password'/><title type='text'>Password Problem</title><content type='html'>Bhola calls the Help Desk to complain that there's something wrong with his password. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the usual caps-lock problem.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem is that whenever I type the password, it just shows stars," he says.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those asterisks are to protect you," the Help Desk technician explains, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so if someone were standing behind you, they wouldn't be able to read your password."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah," he says, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but they show up even when there is no one standing behind me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4127418178473745689?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4127418178473745689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4127418178473745689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4127418178473745689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4127418178473745689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/password-problem.html' title='Password Problem'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-321751047702521220</id><published>2008-01-25T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:52:12.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Today'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thursday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Decining The Days</title><content type='html'>A young wife, who was becoming frustrated with her young husbands constant demands for sex, decides to make a schedule for him, to cut down on the amount of times that they will have to make love for the rest of their marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting ready for work, she writes on a piece of paper, "Honey, you know I love you, but your never ending requests for sex are leaving me drained and really tired. So I propose that we only have sex on days that start with the letter 'T', to minimize the frequency of our lovemaking sessions. Don't be mad at me honey, just understand where I am coming from, and let me know if my request is too demanding of you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way out the door, she uses a refrigerator magnet and sticks the note to the fridge door, hoping that her sex craved husband will be understanding and accepting of her proposal when he reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, she glances at the refrigerator and notices that her note has been replaced with a note from her husband that reads, "Baby, I didn't' realize that I was putting you under so much pressure and I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accept your proposal and have even taken the extra step of listing at the bottom of this letter, those days starting with the letter 'T' to make sure that we are on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you too, and remember it's still TODAY, I am waiting for you upstairs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-321751047702521220?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/321751047702521220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=321751047702521220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/321751047702521220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/321751047702521220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/decinding-days.html' title='Decining The Days'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7088563122999375185</id><published>2008-01-25T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:02:15.126+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>Humour Bits</title><content type='html'>A guy rushes into a bar, orders four expensive 30-year-old single malts and has the bartender line them up in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then without pausing, he quickly downs each one. "Whew", the bartender remarked, "you seem to be in a hurry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You would be too if you had what I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you have?" the bartender sympathetically asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fifty cents."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7088563122999375185?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7088563122999375185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7088563122999375185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7088563122999375185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7088563122999375185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/humour-bits.html' title='Humour Bits'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7856853742335026267</id><published>2008-01-25T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:59:12.959+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sage'/><title type='text'>The Wise Sage</title><content type='html'>There once was a wise sage who wandered the countryside. One day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman who told him of a sick child nearby. She beseeched him to help this child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him, for such a man was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to him, and he said a prayer over her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?" yelled a man from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!" said the sage to the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the sage walked over to him and said: "If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the sage healed two people that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7856853742335026267?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7856853742335026267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7856853742335026267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7856853742335026267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7856853742335026267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/wise-sage.html' title='The Wise Sage'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7774878687546554702</id><published>2008-01-25T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:47:08.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><title type='text'>Certain Things in Life</title><content type='html'>The madam opened the brothel door to see a rather dignified, well-dressed good looking man in his late 40s or early 50s.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"May I help you?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I want to see Valerie," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else," said the madam.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"No. I must see Valerie," was the man's reply. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man that she charged $1,000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out ten one-hundred dollar bills, gave them to Valerie, and they went upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, the man calmly left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next night, the same man appeared again, demanding to see Valerie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Valerie explained that none had ever come back two nights in a row--too expensive--and there were no discounts. The price was still $1,000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie and they went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour, he left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The following night the man was there again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for the third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After their session, Valerie questioned the man. "No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "South Carolina."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Really" she said. "I have family in South Carolina." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I know," the man said. "Your father died, and I am your sister's attorney. She asked me to give you your $3,000 inheritance."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Death&lt;br /&gt;2. Taxes&lt;br /&gt;3. Being screwed by a lawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7774878687546554702?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7774878687546554702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7774878687546554702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7774878687546554702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7774878687546554702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/certain-things-in-life.html' title='Certain Things in Life'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2078058005375077748</id><published>2008-01-25T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:38:51.225+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Master'/><title type='text'>Pay raise</title><content type='html'>The Maid asked for a pay raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam was very upset about this and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Now Maria, why do you want an increase?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maria: 'Well Madam, there are three reasons why I want an increase. The first is that I iron better than you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-' Madam: 'Who said you iron better than me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Maria: 'The Master said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Madam: 'Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Maria. 'The second reason is that I am a better cook than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-' Madam: 'Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Maria: 'The Master did.' Madam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Maria: 'My third reason is that I am a better lover than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-' Madam (very upset now): 'Did the Master say so as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Maria: 'No Madam, the chauffeur did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'SHE GOT THE PAY RAISE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2078058005375077748?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2078058005375077748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2078058005375077748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2078058005375077748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2078058005375077748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/pay-raise.html' title='Pay raise'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3870582161340738152</id><published>2008-01-25T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:34:10.805+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridegroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>During the wedding rehearsal, the groom approached the preacher with an unusual offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I'll give you $100 if you'll change the wedding vows. When you get to me and the part where I'm to promise to "love, honor and cherish" and "forsaking all others, be faithful to her forever," I'd appreciate it if you'd just leave that part out." He passed the minister a $100 bill and walked away satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now the day of the wedding, and the bride and groom have moved to that part of the ceremony where the vows are exchanged. When it comes time for the groom's vows, the preacher looks the young man in the eye and says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you promise to prostrate yourself before her, obey her every command and wish, serve her breakfast in bed every morning of your life and vow eternally before God and your lovely wife that you will not ever even look at another woman, as long as you both shall live?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom gulped and looked around, and said in a tiny voice, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom leaned toward the preacher and whispered: "I thought we had a deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher put the $100 bill into his hand and whispered back: "She made me a much better offer ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3870582161340738152?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3870582161340738152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3870582161340738152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3870582161340738152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3870582161340738152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-rehearsal.html' title='Wedding Rehearsal'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-296300941452671979</id><published>2008-01-25T15:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:25:49.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridegroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding Query ... ( SQL Style)</title><content type='html'>CREATE PROCEDURE MyMarriage &lt;br /&gt;BrideGroom Male (25), &lt;br /&gt;Bride Female(20) AS &lt;br /&gt;BEGIN  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELECT Bride FROM India_ Brides &lt;br /&gt;WHERE FatherInLaw = 'Millionaire' AND Count(Car) &gt; 10 AND &lt;br /&gt;HouseStatus = 'ThreeStoreyed' &lt;br /&gt;AND BrideEduStatus IN (B.TECH ,BE ,Degree ,MCA ,MiBA) AND Having &lt;br /&gt;Brothers = Null AND Sisters = Null &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELECT Gold, Cash, Car, BankBalance FROM FatherInLaw UPDATE MyBankAccout SET MyBal = MyBal + FatherInLawBal UPDATE MyLocker SET MyLockerContents = MyLockerContents + FatherInLawGold INSERT INTO MyCarShed VALUES ('BMW') END GO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Bride writes the below query: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DROP HUSBAND; &lt;br /&gt;Commit;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-296300941452671979?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/296300941452671979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=296300941452671979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/296300941452671979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/296300941452671979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-query-sql-style.html' title='Wedding Query ... ( SQL Style)'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2231033752464946659</id><published>2008-01-24T16:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:13:56.101+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A to Z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Airplane'/><title type='text'>A to Z!!!!</title><content type='html'>An airplane is flying over the United States at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen, the plane is losing altitude and all the baggage must be thrown out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, the pilot says "We're still losing altitude, we must throw anything out that is in the cabin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane continues its descent despite more things being thrown out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: "Still going down - we must throw out some people". There's a big gasp from the passengers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilot: "But to make this fair, passenger will be thrown out in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... A... Any Africans on board?" No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"B... Any Blacks on board?" No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C... Any Coloureds on board?" Still, no one moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"D... Any Darkies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little black boy - asks his dad: "Dad,...what are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: " Tonight son, we are Zulus"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2231033752464946659?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2231033752464946659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2231033752464946659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2231033752464946659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2231033752464946659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-z.html' title='A to Z!!!!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6657045403677222083</id><published>2008-01-22T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:09:28.534+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnant'/><title type='text'>Two Lawyers</title><content type='html'>Two lawyers had been life long friends: they were partners and shared everything, including their hot-blooded secretary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the secretary announced she was pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told her not to worry and assured her that they would pay all medical costs and would act as co-fathers when the child was born and provide all expenses thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of delivery arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the lawyers were at the hospital pacing the floor in the waiting room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one of them said, "I can't take this, I'm going down to sit in my car and wait there. Please come down and tell me as soon as the child is born!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partner agreed to do that. About an hour later the partner approached the car with a very grave look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" asked the waiting car occupant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other partner announced, "They were twins and mine died!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6657045403677222083?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6657045403677222083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6657045403677222083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6657045403677222083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6657045403677222083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-lawyers.html' title='Two Lawyers'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6180277669329832580</id><published>2008-01-21T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:03:59.135+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa and Banta'/><title type='text'>Dumber Santa !!!</title><content type='html'>An Englishman, an Scotsman and our Banta went on a mountain-climbing expedition together. Everything was going fine until one day, while they were walking along a narrow ledge, an avalanche ripped away the ledge on each side of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they stood there wondering what to do, with the freezing night closing in, there was a strange shimmering in the air and a good fairy appeared, floating in front of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her wand and declared that, as they had all been good and the expedition was sponsored for charity and so forth, she was to rescue them from their terrible plight. Each of them could wish to be transformed into any bird of their choice in order to get safely off the mountain, and would return to their normal form once they reached home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned first to the Englishman and asked what he wanted to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A swan," he replied, and a beautiful white swan replaced him. Stepping off the ledge, it spread its wings and flew off for England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy turned to the Scotsman, who immediately and proudly chose a golden eagle, which he became. With a magnificent swoop, he launched from the ledge and soared away, glorying in the freedom of flight as he returned home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta watched the two birds disappearing into the distance from the ledge as the fairy turned to him. "And what bird do you choose?" she asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought, and mused, then said, "A penguin ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6180277669329832580?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6180277669329832580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6180277669329832580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6180277669329832580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6180277669329832580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/dumber-santa.html' title='Dumber Santa !!!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2381131438419150021</id><published>2008-01-20T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:16:44.005+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>The Blonde Police Applicant</title><content type='html'>A blonde walks into the police department looking for a job. The captain says they can't just turn her away, and orders to desk officer to ask her a few questions as if doing an interview. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having any idea what to ask her to disqualify her application, the officer asks, "What's 2+2?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... 4!" the blonde says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, the officer thinks, so tries a harder one: "What's the square root of 100?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... 10!" the blonde says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" the officer says, deciding to switch from math to history. "OK, who killed Abraham Lincoln?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm... I don't know," she admits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can go home and think about it," he says, "and come back later and tell me what you've figured out." He figures that's the last he'll see of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde goes home and calls up one of her friends, who asks her if she got the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not only did I get the job," the blonde says, "but I've already been assigned to a murder case!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2381131438419150021?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2381131438419150021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2381131438419150021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2381131438419150021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2381131438419150021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/blonde-police-applicant.html' title='The Blonde Police Applicant'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6489274368688084374</id><published>2008-01-19T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:35:07.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><title type='text'>Blonde Jokes</title><content type='html'>A blond named Barbara appeared on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Barbara, you've done very well so far, $500,000 and one lifeline left--phone a friend. The next question will give you the first ever million dollars if you get it right.... But if you get it wrong you will drop back to $32,000...are you ready?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Sure I'll have a go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Which of the following birds does not build its own nest? Is it...A-Robin, B-Sparrow, C-Cuckoo or D-Thrush Remember, Barbara, it's worth 1 million dollars." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Oh, gees, that's simple.... it's a cuckoo.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "You're sure? You can stick on $500,000 or play on for the million."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "I want to play; I'll go with C-Cuckoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Is that your final answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "It is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Are you confident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara: "Absolutely"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regis: "Barbara, you had $500,000 and you said C-Cuckoo. Well....you' re right! You have just won 1 MILLION DOLLARS!!!! Here is your check. You have been a great contestant and a real gambler. Audience please put your hands together for Barbara." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Barbara calls her friend Carol and they go to a local bar for a celebration drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are sipping champagne, Carol turns to Barbara and asks, "Tell me, how in God's name did you know that it was the cuckoo that does not build its own nest?" "Get real!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara replies, "Everybody knows cuckoos live in clocks!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6489274368688084374?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6489274368688084374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6489274368688084374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6489274368688084374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6489274368688084374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/blonde-jokes.html' title='Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8789247689871588828</id><published>2008-01-18T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:05:32.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><title type='text'>Science Jokes</title><content type='html'>If you need a good laugh, try reading through these children's science exam answers. Some of them are hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name the four seasons.&lt;br /&gt;A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink. &lt;br /&gt;A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants&lt;br /&gt;like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How is dew formed?&lt;br /&gt;A: The sun shines down on the leaves and makes them perspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you delay milk turning sour? (brilliant, love this!)&lt;br /&gt;A: Keep it in the cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What causes the tides in the oceans?&lt;br /&gt;A: The tides are a fight between the Earth and the Moon. All water tends to&lt;br /&gt;flow towards the moon, because there is no water on the moon, and nature&lt;br /&gt;hates a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are steroids?&lt;br /&gt;A: Things for keeping carpets still on the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happens to your body as you age?&lt;br /&gt;A: When you get old, so do your bowels and you get intercontinental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happens to a boy when he reaches puberty?&lt;br /&gt;A: He says good-bye to his boyhood and looks forward to his adultery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;A: Premature death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How are the main parts of the body categorized? ( e.g., abdomen)&lt;br /&gt;A: The body is consisted into three parts -- the brainium, the borax and &lt;br /&gt;the abdominal cavity. The brainium contains the brain; the borax contains&lt;br /&gt;the heart and lungs, and the abdominal cavity contains the five bowels A, E,&lt;br /&gt;I, O, and U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the fibula?&lt;br /&gt;A: A small lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does 'varicose' mean? (I do love this one...)&lt;br /&gt;A: Nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Give the meaning of the term 'Caesarian Section.'&lt;br /&gt;A: The Caesarian Section is a district in Rome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does the word 'benign' mean?' &lt;br /&gt;A: Benign is what you will be after you be eight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8789247689871588828?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8789247689871588828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8789247689871588828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8789247689871588828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8789247689871588828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/science-jokes.html' title='Science Jokes'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5568336304938728986</id><published>2008-01-18T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:44:06.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Son'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-Mail'/><title type='text'>Mail Mishap !!</title><content type='html'>man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room. So he decided to send an E-MAIL to his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However he accidentally typed the wrong e-mail address and without realising his error, he sent the message. Meanwhile, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. The widow decided to check her mail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting message from her relatives and friends.; After reading the first message she fainted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: My loving wife&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've just reached&lt;br /&gt;Date: 13th Oct 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to sent e-mails to your loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just reached and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL  OF STORY - be careful while sending mails if not mishaps like these happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5568336304938728986?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5568336304938728986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5568336304938728986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5568336304938728986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5568336304938728986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/mail-mishap.html' title='Mail Mishap !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5441512312328306242</id><published>2008-01-18T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:38:23.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Husband !</title><content type='html'>A very 'straight and honest' girl is going to Town. Before she left, her mother gave her some advice: "Daughter, when you're in Town and if you're looking for a match there, you must take note of the following the requirements mother set for you. You must find a man that is faithful', 'thrifty' and must be a 'virgin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this advice from her mother, the girl went to Town. After some months later, she came home to get her mother's blessings to marry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, I've met the my match following your instructions. My future husband is faithful because when we went out for holiday one day, he took care of me specifically even though there were so many prettier girls around. Isn't that being faithful?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother nodded in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, since the day was getting late in the night and rain was pouring, my boyfriend decided that we stay the night at a hotel. He also suggested that in order not to spend too much, they'll share one room only. Isn't he not thrifty guy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second time her mother nodded her head in agreement, but with a little concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And finally mum..., I know he is a virgin" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know he is still a virgin?" The mother asked with repidition. "MMM...his 'that one' is still new and hard.... All wrapped up in plastic, mum !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5441512312328306242?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5441512312328306242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5441512312328306242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5441512312328306242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5441512312328306242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/virgin-husband.html' title='The Virgin Husband !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3619258350829589396</id><published>2008-01-17T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:06:32.665+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guys'/><title type='text'>Distinction between "Guts " and "Balls"</title><content type='html'>Medical Distinctions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know the difference between them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for each is listed below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning,   or are you flying somewhere?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the balls to say: "You're next." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medically speaking , there is no difference in the outcome, since both ultimately result in death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3619258350829589396?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3619258350829589396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3619258350829589396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3619258350829589396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3619258350829589396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/distinction-between-guts-and-balls.html' title='Distinction between &quot;Guts &quot; and &quot;Balls&quot;'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3642540616486171360</id><published>2008-01-13T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:43:32.668+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>A Cow from Alberta</title><content type='html'>The only cow in a small town in USA stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow from BC Canada for 1,000 dollars, or one from Alberta Canada for 800 dollars. Being poor, they bought the cow from Alberta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all the time, and the people were amazed and very happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. Then they would never have to worry about the milk supply again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were very upset and decided to ask the rabbi, who was very wise, what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told the rabbi what was happening; "Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side and she just walks away to the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you buy this cow from Alberta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were dumbfounded. They had never mentioned where they had gotten the cow. "You are truly a wise rabbi. How did you know we got the cow from Alberta? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rabbi answered sadly, "My wife is from Alberta."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3642540616486171360?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3642540616486171360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3642540616486171360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3642540616486171360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3642540616486171360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/cow-from-alberta.html' title='A Cow from Alberta'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7503331398369154550</id><published>2008-01-13T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:38:47.833+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Name Please ???</title><content type='html'>A teacher showed only a leg of a bird and asked a student to show the &lt;br /&gt;name of the bird.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sorry mam !&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : You fail !&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sorry Mam. I can't ! Can I Go out side?&lt;br /&gt;Taecher : What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;The student showed his leg and said you tell please !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7503331398369154550?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7503331398369154550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7503331398369154550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7503331398369154550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7503331398369154550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/name-please.html' title='Name Please ???'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2118977316642464857</id><published>2008-01-11T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T12:01:58.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><title type='text'>Daytime Affair !</title><content type='html'>A woman was having a daytime affair while her husband was at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wet and lusty day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God - Hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window. My husband's home early!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't jump out the window ~ It's raining out there!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If my husband catches us in here, he'll kill us both!" she replied. He's got a hot temper and a gun, so the rain is the least of your problems!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window! As he ran down the street in the pouring rain, he quickly discovered he had run right into the middle of the town's annual marathon, so he started running along beside the others, about 300 of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being naked, with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to blend in as best he could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while a small group of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity, jogged closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you always run in the nude?" one asked. "Oh yes!" he replied, gasping for air. "It feels so wonderfully free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another runner moved alongside him. "Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh , yes" our friend answered breathlessly. "That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and queried, " Do you always wear a condom when you run? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope........ . Just when it's raining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2118977316642464857?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2118977316642464857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2118977316642464857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2118977316642464857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2118977316642464857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/daytime-affair.html' title='Daytime Affair !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8390401052775937723</id><published>2008-01-11T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T11:46:38.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honesty'/><title type='text'>Honesty is the Best Policy</title><content type='html'>Jack  decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. So they loaded  up Jack's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard.  So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed," she explained. "I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry," Jack said. "We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light." &lt;br /&gt;The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoyed a great weekend of skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about nine months later, Jack got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes  to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had  met on the ski weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped in on his friend Bob and asked, "Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our ski holiday up north AB out 9 months ago ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do." said Bob &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you, ER, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, um, yes!," Bob said, a little embarrassed about being found out, "I have to admit that I did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And  did you happen to give her my name instead  of telling her your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's  face turned beet red and he said, "Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did. Why do you ask?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just died and left me everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8390401052775937723?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8390401052775937723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8390401052775937723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8390401052775937723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8390401052775937723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty is the Best Policy'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2530664379364447654</id><published>2008-01-09T16:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:30:15.272+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Facts'/><title type='text'>50 Reasons  - Why U R Still SINGLE ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MEN&lt;/strong&gt; because you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Wear side-buckle shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Use the word "chillax", as in "chillax, babe" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Use the word "babe" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Have glow-in-the- dark stars above your bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Have nothing but a broken sandwich toaster, a camp bed and a 60in plasma screen in your flat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Believe that certain things are self-cleaning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Wear short-sleeved shirts in the summer, but are not a postman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Wear a duffel coat in the winter, but are not Paddington Bear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Have "Thug Life" tattooed across the back of your neck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have sold your forehead to an internet advertising agency &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Affectionately address your friends as "stinker" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Prefer the "fist bump" when meeting strangers, and always insist they "lock it in" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Have knees that chafe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Regard the in-flight meal as the highlight of any flight, or holiday, for that matter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Own a pair of Crocs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Are only gay when you're drunk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Stand for the national anthem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Refuse to remove your Bluetooth headset before making love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Throw baked beans at people who tease you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Shave your legs "for sporting purposes" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Have ever taken more than one mobile-phone photograph of your genitals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Have telephoned in a late-night radio dedication &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Have a stuffed parrot on your shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Believe all worthwhile women are under 25 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Have a name for it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt; because you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Have a calendar stuck to your wall with pictures of babies in plant pots &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Have a "lucky" thong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Have more than zero stuffed animals on your bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Still use scrunchies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Are described by your friends as "mad!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Are described by your friends as "Samantha" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Know all the words to Mariah Carey's Hero &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Have written poetry in Costa Coffee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Use the expression "defo" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have an extremely long nail on one of your little fingers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Have ever got corn rows on holiday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Get visibly angry if people don't get what you're trying to mime in charades &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Spell your name with a "y", where there should really be an "i", as in "Clayre" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Dot your "i"s with a circle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Posed with your cat for your Facebook profile photo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Have a five o'clock shadow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Have bought yourself a Ginsters All Day Breakfast Roll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Write in coloured ink and/or use smiley faces in handwritten letters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Think the energy crisis can be solved with crystals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Will not relinquish control &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Spend all your time with your best friend and her husband &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Own 27 volumes of Now That's What I Call Music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Have mistakenly given yourself "wedding hair", thanks to overzealous use of curling tongs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Have said, "Oh my God, you're a Gemini?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Own a pair of leather trousers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2530664379364447654?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2530664379364447654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2530664379364447654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2530664379364447654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2530664379364447654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-reasons-why-u-r-still-single.html' title='50 Reasons  - Why U R Still SINGLE ?'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3929583835582833807</id><published>2008-01-08T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:32:54.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>New RULES to be implemented in Cricket !</title><content type='html'>(1)     Ricky Ponting – (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET ERA AND WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED ) should be considered as the FOURTH UMPIRE. As per the new rules, FOURTH UMPIRE decision is final and will over ride any decisions taken by any other umpires. ON-FIELD umpires can seek the assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he is not on the field. This rule is to be made, so that every team should understand the importance of the FOURTH UMPIRE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)     While AUSTRALIAN TEAM is bowling, If the ball flies anywhere close to the AUSTRALIAN FIELDER(WITHIN 5 metre distance), the batsman is to be considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken cleanly or grassed. Any decision for further clarification should be sought from the FOURTH UMPIRE. This is made to ensure that the cricket is played with SPORTIVE SPIRIT by all the teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)     While BATTING, AUSTRALIAN players will wait for the ON-FIELD UMPIRE decisions only (even if the catch goes to the FIFTH SLIP as the ball might not have touched the bat). Each AUSTRALIAN batsman has to be out FOUR TIMES (minimum) before he can return to the pavilion. In case of THE CRICKETER WITH INTEGRITY, this can be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)     UMPIRES should consider a huge bonus if an AUSTRALIAN player scores a century. Any wrong decisions can be ignored as they will be paid huge bonus and will receive the backing of the AUSTRALIAN team and board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)     All AUSTRALIAN players are eligible to keep commenting about all players on the field and the OPPONENT TEAM should never comment as they will be spoiling the spirit of the AUSTRALIAN team. Any comments made in any other language are to be considered as RACISM only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)     MATCH REFREE decisions will be taken purely on the AUSTRALIAN TEAM advices only. Player views from the other teams decisions will not be considered for hearing. MATCH REFREES are to be given huge bonus if this rule is implemented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)     NO VISITING TEAM should plan to win in AUSTRALIA. This is to ensure that the sportive spirit of CRICKET is maintained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)     THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE : If any bowler gets RICKY PONTING - "THE UNDISPUTED CRICKETER WITH INTEGTIRY IN THE GAME OF CRICKET" more than twice in a series, he will be banned for the REST OF THE SERIES. This is to ensure that the best batsman/Captain will be played to break records and create history in the game of CRICKET .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These rules will clarify better to the all the teams VISITING AUSTRALIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3929583835582833807?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3929583835582833807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3929583835582833807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3929583835582833807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3929583835582833807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-rules-to-be-implemented-in-cricket.html' title='New RULES to be implemented in Cricket !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3154445720037624040</id><published>2008-01-07T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:01:59.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>How True ?</title><content type='html'>Law of queue: If you change queues, the one you have left will start to move faster than the one you are in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Telephone: When you dial a wrong number, you never get an engaged tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of Mechanical Repair: After your hands become coated with grease, your nose will begin to itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Workshop: Any tool, when dropped, will roll to the least accessible corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law of the Alibi: If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath THEOREM: When the body is immersed in water, the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF ENCOUNTERS: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW of the RESULT: When you try to prove to someone that a machine won't work, it will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF BIOMECHANICS: The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to the reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEATRE RULE: People with the seats at the furthest from the aisle arrive last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF COFFEE: As soon as you sit down for a cup of hot coffee, your boss will ask you to do something which will last until the coffee is cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3154445720037624040?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3154445720037624040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3154445720037624040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3154445720037624040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3154445720037624040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-true.html' title='How True ?'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1165931563714024421</id><published>2008-01-07T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:59:17.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>Teacher &amp; Student</title><content type='html'>A teacher in a mathematics lecture asks a 8rd std class," If there are 3&lt;br /&gt;birds on a tree and u shoot one of them,how many birds would remain??&lt;br /&gt;".Johnny,the naughtiest of the lot, shoots up his hand.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: "ok Johnny ,wats the answer?".&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: "none,ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;teacher: "how?"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny:" after hearing the shot ,all the other birds will also fly away."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:"no Johnny, the answer here is 2,but I like the way u r thinkin&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: " teacher can I ask u a question?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "sure"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny:" there are three ladies havin ice cream at the parlour.the first one is eatin it,the second is lickin it while the third one is suckin on it.can u tell which one of the ladies is married??"&lt;br /&gt;teacher is terribly embarrassed,but she puts on a brave face and answers.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I....I...urr...I guess the one which is suckin on the ice cream is married."&lt;br /&gt;Johnny:" no ma'am,the one who has the wedding ring on her finger is&lt;br /&gt;married,BUT I LIKE THE WAY U R THINKIN." !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1165931563714024421?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1165931563714024421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1165931563714024421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1165931563714024421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1165931563714024421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/teacher-student.html' title='Teacher &amp; Student'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2020343438796422185</id><published>2008-01-06T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:38:04.566+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office'/><title type='text'>Casual Day - Office Humour</title><content type='html'>A Company decides to adopt Fridays as Casual Day and they issued a Memo to all department intimating the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 1: Effective this week, the company is adopting Fridays as Casual Day. Employees are free to dress in the casual attire of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 2: Spandex and leather micro-miniskirts are not appropriate attire for Casual Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 3: Casual Day refers to dress only, not attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 4: A seminar on how to dress for Casual Day will be held at 4 p.m. Friday in the cafeteria. A fashion show will follow. Attendance is mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo No. 5: As an outgrowth of Friday's seminar, a 14-member Casual Day Task Force has been appointed to prepare guidelines for proper casual-day dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 6: The Casual Day Task Force has distributed a 30-page manual entitled "Relaxing Dress Without Relaxing Company Standards." A copy has been distributed to every employee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 7: Company is providing psychological counseling for employees who may be having difficulty adjusting to Casual Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memo 8: We are no longer able to effectively support or manage Casual Day. Casual Day is discontinued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2020343438796422185?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2020343438796422185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2020343438796422185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2020343438796422185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2020343438796422185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/casual-day-office-humour.html' title='Casual Day - Office Humour'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-117071354724096136</id><published>2008-01-06T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:27:07.247+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers'/><title type='text'>Types of Girls ( Computer Humour )</title><content type='html'>CD-ROM GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;EMAIL GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every ten things she says, eight are nonsense .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;HARD DISK GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembers everything, FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;INTERNET GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to access&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MULTIMEDIA GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She make horrible thing look beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREENSAVER GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is good for nothing but at least she is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAM GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forget about you, the moment turn her off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;WINDOW GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone know that she can't do a thing right, but no one can live without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;VIRUS GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as "wife'' when you are not expecting her, she comes, install herself and uses all your resources. If you try to uninstall her you will lose something, if don't try you uninstall her you will lose everything.. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;SERVER GIRLS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always busy when you need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-117071354724096136?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/117071354724096136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=117071354724096136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/117071354724096136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/117071354724096136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/types-of-girls-computer-humour.html' title='Types of Girls ( Computer Humour )'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5380036689563588886</id><published>2008-01-06T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:03:20.847+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Proverbs'/><title type='text'>Every proverb has an equal and an opposite proverb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Every proverb has an equal and an opposite proverb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All good things come to those who wait..&lt;br /&gt; But  &lt;br /&gt;Time and tide wait for no man.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pen is mightier than the sword. &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wise men think alike  &lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;br /&gt;Fools seldom differ.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The best things in life are free. &lt;br /&gt; But  &lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a free lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Slow and steady wins the race.  &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no man. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Look before you leap.  &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Strike while the iron is hot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do it well or not at all.  &lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;br /&gt;Half a loaf is better than none.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birds of a feather flock together. &lt;br /&gt; But  &lt;br /&gt;Opposites attract. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't cross your bridges before you come to them.  &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Forewarned is forearmed.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doubt is the beginning of wisdom.  &lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;br /&gt;Faith will move mountains. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Great starts make great finishes.  &lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;br /&gt;It ain't over until it's over.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Practice makes perfect.  &lt;br /&gt;But  &lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silence is golden. &lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;The squeaky wheel gets the oil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're never too old to learn.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;You can't teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What's good for the goose is good for the gander.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;One man's meat is another man's poison. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder.  But  &lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Too many cooks spoil the broth.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Many hands make light work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold fast to the words of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Wise men make proverbs and fools repeat them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5380036689563588886?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5380036689563588886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5380036689563588886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5380036689563588886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5380036689563588886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-proverb-has-equal-and-opposite.html' title='Every proverb has an equal and an opposite proverb!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-588894726050513508</id><published>2008-01-04T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:29:51.123+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Facts'/><title type='text'>Crazy Facts</title><content type='html'> In Tokyo, a bicycle is faster than a car for most trips of less than 50 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are no clocks in Las Vegas gambling casinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The most popular first name in the world is Muhammad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The names of Popeye's four nephews are Pipeye, Peepeye, Pupeye and Poopeye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A Boeing 747 airliner holds 57,285 gallons of fuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A violin contains about 70 separate pieces of wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Forest fires move faster uphill than downhill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No piece of square dry paper can be folded more than 7 times in half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Taphephobia is the fear of being buried alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you counted 24 hours a day, it would take 31,688 years to reach one trillion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-588894726050513508?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/588894726050513508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=588894726050513508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/588894726050513508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/588894726050513508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy-facts.html' title='Crazy Facts'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-2232764267386288529</id><published>2007-12-31T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:12:38.088+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bank Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Valuable Banking</title><content type='html'>Rajiv and Mona are flying to Australia for a two-week vacation to celebrate their 40th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, over the public address system, the Captain announces, " Ladies and Gentlemen, I am afraid I have some very bad news.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our engines have ceased functioning and we will attempt an emergency landing. Luckily, I see an uncharted island below us and we should be able to land on the beach. However, the odds are that we may never be rescued and will have to live on the island for the rest of our lives!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the skill of the flight crew, the plane lands safely on the island.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;An hour later Rajiv turns to his wife and asks, "Mona, did we pay our Rs 5lakh deposit cheque yet to Bank?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;" No, sweetheart," she responds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rajiv, still shaken from the crash landing, then asks, "Mona, did we pay our Bank Master card yet?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! I'm sorry. I forgot to send the cheque," she says.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"One last thing, Mona. Did you remember to send cheques for the auto loan to them too this month?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, forgive me, Rajiv," begged Mona. "I didn't send that one, either."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rajiv grabs her and gives her the biggest hug in 40 years. Mona pulls away and asks him, "So, why did you hug me?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rajiv answers, "They'll find us!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-2232764267386288529?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2232764267386288529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=2232764267386288529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2232764267386288529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/2232764267386288529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/valuable-banking.html' title='Valuable Banking'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6557295450796879563</id><published>2007-12-31T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:07:29.129+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>The First day of School</title><content type='html'>On the first day of school, the children brought gifts for their teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The florist's son brought the teacher a bouquet of flowers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy-store owner's daughter gave the teacher a&lt;br /&gt;pretty box of candy.&lt;br /&gt;Then the liquor-store owner's son brought up a big,&lt;br /&gt;heavy box. The teacher lifted it up and noticed that it was leaking&lt;br /&gt;a little bit. She touched a drop of the liquid with her finger and&lt;br /&gt;tasted it. "Is it wine?" she guessed.;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tasted another drop and asked, " Champagne ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I give up," she said. "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy replied, "It's a puppy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6557295450796879563?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6557295450796879563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6557295450796879563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6557295450796879563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6557295450796879563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-day-of-school.html' title='The First day of School'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3186931674436452395</id><published>2007-12-31T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:05:24.148+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>To make one feel like a real Woman</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a bar.&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful woman sitting at the bar,&lt;br /&gt;and they sit and have a drink together. She leans over and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I need you to make me feel like a real woman."&lt;br /&gt;So the guy takes off his jacket and says,&lt;br /&gt;"I need this ironed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3186931674436452395?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3186931674436452395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3186931674436452395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3186931674436452395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3186931674436452395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-make-one-feel-like-real-woman.html' title='To make one feel like a real Woman'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5772771054720441490</id><published>2007-12-31T19:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T19:03:52.129+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa and Banta'/><title type='text'>Santa and Banta in mental hospital !</title><content type='html'>Santa and Banta were both patients in a Mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, Santa suddenly dived into the deep end of the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Banta jumped in and saved him, and the medical director came to know of his heroic act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He immediately order Banta to be discharged from the Mental Hospital as he is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We have good news and bad news for you, Banta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The good news is that we are going to discharge you because you have regained your senses, since you are able to jump in and save another patient, you are now a normal person.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that, the patient Mr. Santa, whom you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have saved, hung himself in the toilet, and died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Doctor, he didn't hang himself. I hung him there to dry..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5772771054720441490?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5772771054720441490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5772771054720441490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5772771054720441490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5772771054720441490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/santa-and-banta-in-mental-hospital.html' title='Santa and Banta in mental hospital !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1002256967560793743</id><published>2007-12-30T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:31:38.351+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral'/><title type='text'>A Wondeful Story !</title><content type='html'>A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No", she replied. "He's out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then we cannot come in", they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and invited the men in"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We do not go into a House together," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Why is that?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go out and invite Love to be our guest ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success !!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1002256967560793743?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1002256967560793743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1002256967560793743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1002256967560793743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1002256967560793743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/wondeful-story.html' title='A Wondeful Story !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7799818938903132500</id><published>2007-12-30T12:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:13:28.719+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tricks'/><title type='text'>Funny Tricks !</title><content type='html'>What is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+5 ?&lt;br /&gt;2+4 ?&lt;br /&gt;3+3 ?&lt;br /&gt;4+2 ?&lt;br /&gt;5+1 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repeat saying the number 6 to yourself as fast as you can for 15 seconds. Then scroll to the bottom of this page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK!!! THINK OF A VEGETABLE! Then scroll down more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking of a carrot right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, you're among the 2% of the population whose minds are warped enough to think of something else. 98% of people will answer with carrot when given this exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7799818938903132500?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7799818938903132500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7799818938903132500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7799818938903132500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7799818938903132500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/funny-tricks.html' title='Funny Tricks !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7523640375340663230</id><published>2007-12-30T12:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:10:34.388+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour bits'/><title type='text'>Everything is big in Texas</title><content type='html'>There once was a blind man who decided to visit Texas. When he arrived on the plane, he felt the seats and said, "Wow, these seats are big!" The person next to him answered, "Everything is big in Texas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally arrived in Texas, he decided to visit a bar. Upon arriving in the bar, he ordered a beer and got a mug placed between his hands. He exclaimed, "Wow these mugs are big!" The bartender replied, "Everything is big in Texas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of beers, the blind man asked the bartender where the bathroom was located. The bartender replied, "Second door to the right." The blind man headed for the bathroom, but accidentally tripped over and skipped the second door. Instead, he entered the third door, which lead to the swimming pool and fell into the pool by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death, the blind man started shouting, "Don't flush, don't flush!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7523640375340663230?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7523640375340663230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7523640375340663230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7523640375340663230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7523640375340663230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/everything-is-big-in-texas.html' title='Everything is big in Texas'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4627889786930592126</id><published>2007-12-30T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:08:19.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men Vs Women'/><title type='text'>What is the difference between men and women?</title><content type='html'>1. A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Men wake up as good-looking as when they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are two times when a man doesn't understand a woman- before and after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Women look at a wedding as the beginning of romance, while men look at a wedding as the ending of romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4627889786930592126?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4627889786930592126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4627889786930592126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4627889786930592126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4627889786930592126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-is-difference-between-men-and.html' title='What is the difference between men and women?'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8016713790952095225</id><published>2007-12-29T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T12:17:55.837+05:30</updated><title type='text'>40 Funny Thoughts and Quotes</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it were not for Thomas Edison, we would all be watching television in the dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Computers will never take the place of books. You can't stand on a floppy disk to reach a high shelf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An consultant is someone who takes a subject you understand and makes it sound confusing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is so confusing -  you tell a girl she looks great and what's the first thing you do?Turn out the lights! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't suffer from stress. I'm a carrier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness and kindness, can be trained to do most things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never argue with a fool. People might not know the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The guy who invented the first wheel was an idiot; The guy who invented the other three, he was the genius. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8016713790952095225?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8016713790952095225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8016713790952095225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8016713790952095225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8016713790952095225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/40-funny-thoughts-and-quotes.html' title='40 Funny Thoughts and Quotes'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8859811914396277890</id><published>2007-12-28T13:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:57:52.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ABC of ex - girlfriend !</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;is for Arteries.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn't care for you you twit she was only after your money and could have given a shit about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;is for Bitter. Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;is for Call ya later.She won't. She never has before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;is for Dumped. Does D need to be explained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;is for Eating like a pig. Remember when you took her out and she said "I'm not hungry" so you figured you could take her to a nice place because you were able to afford a nice meal at this fine restaurant. Then she ate more than your Uncle Roy (you remember Uncle Roy the one with the mustard stains on everything). So you flip the bill and are broke for the next two weeks and she wonders why you were unable to call her that week and go see movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;is for Friends. That is what she just wants to be. As if you can even stand to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;is for Gun. And yes there is a waiting period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;is for Horny. Remember when she looked nice and even had a personality? Well, you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;stands for I still hate her. Odds are I always will, unless she calls me and offers me favors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;stands for Jim. This is her new boyfriend. Doesn't Jim have a nice car ? Doesn't Jim have a good job? Why does Jim want to date her? I think Jim could do much better. I hate Jim. Jim is my mortal enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;stands for Kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;is for Love. It's a great euphoric feeling that exists between two people and is shared upon by both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;is also for Lunatic. Lunatics are crazy. Lunatics are the last people that actually believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;stands for Mephistophiles. That is who she worked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;stands for Necropheliac. She didn't move very much, did she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;is for On top. When on top she has another O word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;is for Pill. She said she was on it. She lied. She is now sueing you for a few hundred bucks a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;is for Quitter. She couldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;is for Rich little Bitch. She bought my love but I paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;stands for Suffer. That's what she made me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;is for torture. Torture is what she did. She tortured you with the truth. She also tortured you with lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;is for Understatement. Saying you hate that bitch is an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;is for Voluptuous. That is the primamry reason you were dating her in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;stands for Whine. She was a pro at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;is for Xylophone. Because X is always for xylophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;stands for You suck! Remember when she yelled that at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;stands for ZIPPER. This is what you got your hair stuck in while trying to get dressed too quickly while she yelled "QUICK! They're home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;stands for period. Which is a couple of weeks late, because she lied to you about taking what P stands for. It also means you won't get any for a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8859811914396277890?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8859811914396277890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8859811914396277890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8859811914396277890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8859811914396277890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/abc-of-ex-girlfriend.html' title='ABC of ex - girlfriend !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-111956221277500960</id><published>2007-12-28T13:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:19:23.978+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One liners'/><title type='text'>Crazy One-liners !!</title><content type='html'>Girlfriend: And are you sure you love me and no one else?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Would you like your coffee black?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What other colors do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manager: Sorry, but I can't give you a job. I don't need much help.&lt;br /&gt;Job Applicant: That's all right. In fact I'm just theright person in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see, I won't be of much help anyway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Son, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Son: Not much dad, Just a radio with a sports car around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diner: I can't eat such a rotten chicken. Call the manager!&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: It's no use. He won't eat it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diner: You'll drive me to my grave!&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Well, you don't expect to walk there, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: You know, wife, our son got his brain from me.&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I think he did , I still got mine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Officer! There's a bomb in my garden!&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Don't worry. If no one claims it&lt;br /&gt;Within three days, you can keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Your teacher says she finds it&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to teach you anything!&lt;br /&gt;Son: That's why I say she's no good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-111956221277500960?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/111956221277500960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=111956221277500960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/111956221277500960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/111956221277500960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-one-liners.html' title='Crazy One-liners !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5918722519531087331</id><published>2007-12-28T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:22:44.875+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Be Specific with what you want !!</title><content type='html'>A Man to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:"Give me a bag full of money, a job and a vehicle full of girls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replies:"Tataastu magane" {so it be, my son}&lt;br /&gt;and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... . . .&lt;br /&gt;... . . .&lt;br /&gt;... . . .&lt;br /&gt;... . . .&lt;br /&gt;... . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made him a bus conductor of MTC (Metropolitan Transport Corp.)  Ladies special bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral: Requirement specification should be CLEAR-CUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5918722519531087331?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5918722519531087331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5918722519531087331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5918722519531087331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5918722519531087331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-specif-with-what-you-want.html' title='Be Specific with what you want !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5974735109283474407</id><published>2007-12-28T13:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-28T13:32:55.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><title type='text'>What I want in a MAN !</title><content type='html'>What I want in a man, Original List (age 22) 1. Handsome 2. Charming 3. Financially successful 4. A caring listener 5. Witty 6. In good shape 7. Dresses with style 8. Appreciates the finer things 9. Full of thoughtful surprises 10. An imaginative, romantic lover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want in a man, Revised list (age 32) 1. Nice looking - preferably with hair on his head 2. Opens car doors, holds chairs 3. Has enough money for a nice dinner at a restaurant 4. Listens more than he talks 5. Laughs at my jokes at appropriate times 6. Can carry in all groceries with ease 7. Owns at least one tie 8. Appreciates a good home cooked meal 9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries 10. Seeks romance at least once a week &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want in a man, Revised list (age 42) 1. Not too ugly - bald head okay 2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car 3. Works steady - splurges on dinner at McDonalds on occasion 4. Nods head at appropriate times when I'm talking 5. Usually remembers the punchlines of jokes 6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange furniture 7. Usually wears shirt that covers stomach 8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids 9. Remembers to put the toilet seat lid down 10. Shaves on most weekends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want in a man, Revised list (age 52) 1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed to appropriate length 2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public 3. Doesn't borrow money too often 4. Doesn't nod off to sleep while I'm talking 5. Doesn't re-tell same jokes too many times 6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends 7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear 8. Appreciates a good TV dinner 9. Remembers your name on occasion 10. Shaves on some weekends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want in a man, Revised list (age 62) 1. Doesn't scare small children 2. Remembers where bathroom is 3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep 4. Only snores lightly when awake (LOUDLY when asleep) 5. Forgets why he's laughing 6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself 7. Usually wears some clothes 8. Likes soft foods 9. Remembers where he left his teeth 10.Remembers when... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want in a man, Revised list (age 72) 1. Breathing--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5974735109283474407?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5974735109283474407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5974735109283474407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5974735109283474407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5974735109283474407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-want-in-man.html' title='What I want in a MAN !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5288530171822795647</id><published>2007-12-24T12:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:48:51.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>A Sardar in need of winning a Lotto ticket !</title><content type='html'>A Sardarji finds himself in dire trouble. His business has gone bust and he's in serious financial trouble. He's so desperate that he decides to ask Bhagwan for help. He goes into the temple and begins to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Bhagwan, please help me, I've lost my business and if I don't get some money, I'm going to lose my house as well, please let me win the lotto". Lotto night comes and somebody else wins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sardarji goes back to the synagogue. "Bhagwan, please let me win the lotto, I've lost my business, my house and I'm going to lose my car as well". Lotto night comes and the Sardarji still has no luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the temple... "My Bhagwan, why have you forsaken me?? I've lost my business, my house, my car and my wife and children are starving. I don't often ask you for help and I have always been a good servant to you. Why won't you just let me win the lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order???".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the sky parts open and the Sardarhi is confronted by the voice of the God: "SARDARJI, MEET ME HALF WAY ON THIS ONE, BUY A DAMN TICKET".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5288530171822795647?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5288530171822795647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5288530171822795647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5288530171822795647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5288530171822795647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/sardar-in-need-of-winning-lotto-ticket.html' title='A Sardar in need of winning a Lotto ticket !'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1093751813500139742</id><published>2007-12-24T12:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:24:27.037+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>Sardar ji Jokes collection</title><content type='html'>1- Sardar ji is buying a TV&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have color TVs?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a green one, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Sardar Ji calls Air India.&lt;br /&gt;"How long does it take to fly to Amritsar?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just a sec," says the rep.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you." says the Sardar ji and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Sardar ji is filling up a job application&lt;br /&gt;He promptly fills in the lines on NAME, AGE, ADDRESS, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the column SALARY EXPECTED&lt;br /&gt;After much thought he writes: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Sardarji goes into a store and sees a shiny object.&lt;br /&gt;He asks the clerk, "What is that shiny object?"&lt;br /&gt;The clerk replies, "That is a Thermos flask."&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar asks, "What does it do?"&lt;br /&gt;The clerk responds, "Keeps hot things hot and cold things cold."&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar says, "I'll take it!"&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he walks into work with his new Thermos.&lt;br /&gt;His Sardar boss sees him and asks, "What is that shiny object with you?"&lt;br /&gt;He said, "It's a Thermos flask."&lt;br /&gt;The boss asks, "What does it do?"&lt;br /&gt;He replies, "Keeps hot things hot and cold things cold."&lt;br /&gt;The boss said, "Wow, what do you have in it?"&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar replies, "Two cups of coffee and a coke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Sardarji fixed an answering machine at home.&lt;br /&gt;Two days later he disconnected it because he was getting complaints&lt;br /&gt;like "Saala phone utha ke bolta hai ghar pe nahin hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- What does Sardarji do after taking photocopies?&lt;br /&gt;He compares it with the original for spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- What does Sardarji do when he has one white sheet and wants an extra&lt;br /&gt;sheet?&lt;br /&gt;He makes a photocopy of the white sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- There was a meeting of all the Surd freedom fighters.&lt;br /&gt;They were planning for a free Punjab. Santa Singh raised a point,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...we'll take Punjab from India but how would we develop it?"&lt;br /&gt;That was a tough one indeed. Banta Singh had a brainwave...&lt;br /&gt;"No problem! We'll attack Amrika, it would take over us and then&lt;br /&gt;we would become a State of USA and develop automatically."&lt;br /&gt;All the surds became happy with this very simple solution but an old surd&lt;br /&gt;was not. Someone asked him why he wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;The old surd replied, "THAT'S ALL VERY WELL...WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF BY CHANCE&lt;br /&gt;WE TOOK OVER AMRIKA???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Sardarji went to the appliance store sale and found a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to buy this small TV," he told the salesman.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we don't sell to Sardars," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;He hurried home removed his turban and changed his hair style, and returned&lt;br /&gt;to tell the salesman&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to buy this TV."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we don't sell to Sardars," Salesman replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, he recognised me," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;He went for a complete disguise this time, haircut, new hair colour,&lt;br /&gt;new outfit, big sunglasses, waited a few days, saw the salesman again.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to buy this TV."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, we don't sell to Sardars," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, he exclaimed, "How do you know I'm a Sardar?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because that's a microwave," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Why did 18 Sardars go to a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Because below 18 was not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- How do you measure Sardarji's intelligence?&lt;br /&gt;Stick a tire pressure gauge in his ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Sardarji proposes to a woman. She says yes if you bring me a pair of crocodile boots. He sets off to Africa and disappears. Finally a search is being made, they find him hunting crocodiles and watch him killing a huge one. He walks over the reptile, checks its legs and angrily exclaims "71st and *again* barefoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- What do you do when a Sardar throws a hand grenade at you? Pull the pin and throw it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- What do you do when a Sardar throws a pin at you? Run like crazy....he's got a hand grenade in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- How do you make a Sardar laugh on Saturday? Tell him a joke on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- What is the Sardar doing when he holds his hands tightly over his ears? Trying to hold on to a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- Why do Sardars work seven days a week? So you don't have to re-train them on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- Why can't Sardars make ice cubes? They always forget the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- How did the Sardar try to kill the bird? He threw it off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- What do you call 10 Sardars standing ear to ear? A wind tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1093751813500139742?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1093751813500139742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1093751813500139742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1093751813500139742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1093751813500139742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/sardar-ji-jokes-collection.html' title='Sardar ji Jokes collection'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5928542535971685307</id><published>2007-12-22T08:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:52:04.862+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wife , Wife and Wife !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yXMs2MUb-IQ/R2x_-iRq3CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VUYCS7AinxE/s1600-h/ItsallaboutWives.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yXMs2MUb-IQ/R2x_-iRq3CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VUYCS7AinxE/s320/ItsallaboutWives.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146629186507168802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife dresses to kill. She also cooks the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I bought my wife a new car. She called and said, "There was water in the carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, "Where's the car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "In the lake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 months - I don't like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend told me I should be more affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got myself two girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Man is incomplete until he is married. Then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his father, "Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still paying."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man placed an ad in the classifieds: "Wife wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day he received a hundred letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same: "You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's not true that married men live longer than single men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only seems longer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Losing a wife can be very hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************ *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A man meets a genie. The genie tells him he can ask for whatever he wants, but his mother-in-law gets double of what he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thinks for a moment and says, Okay, give me a million dollars and beat me till I'm half dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************ **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;************ **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5928542535971685307?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5928542535971685307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5928542535971685307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5928542535971685307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5928542535971685307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/wife-wife-and-wife.html' title='Wife , Wife and Wife !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yXMs2MUb-IQ/R2x_-iRq3CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/VUYCS7AinxE/s72-c/ItsallaboutWives.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6088553334667919567</id><published>2007-12-20T19:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:40:45.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Viagra</title><content type='html'>This elderly lady went to the doctor for a check-up. Everything checked out fine.&lt;br /&gt;The old lady pulled the doctor to the side and said, "Doctor, I haven't had sex for years now and I was wondering how I can increase my husband's sex drive."&lt;br /&gt;The doctor smiled and said, "Have you tried to give him Viagra?"&lt;br /&gt;The lady frowned. "Doctor, I can't even get him to take aspirin when he has a headache," she claimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the doctor continued, "Let me suggest something.&lt;br /&gt;Crush the Viagra into a powder. When you are giving him coffee, stir it into the coffee and serve it. He won't notice a thing."&lt;br /&gt;The old lady was delighted. She left the doctor's office quickly. Weeks later the old lady returned.&lt;br /&gt;She was frowning and the doctor asked her what was wrong. She shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;"How did it go?" the doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Terrible, doctor, terrible." "Did it not work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," the old lady said, "It worked.&lt;br /&gt;I did as you said and he got up and ripped his clothes off right then and there and we made mad love on the table. It was the best sex that I'd had in 25 years."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what is the problem, ma'am?" "Well,"&lt;br /&gt;she said. "I can't ever show my face in McDonald's again."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6088553334667919567?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6088553334667919567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6088553334667919567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6088553334667919567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6088553334667919567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/viagra.html' title='Viagra'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3726060862145527328</id><published>2007-12-20T19:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:34:14.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to ask the BOSS for a raise..?</title><content type='html'>Dear Bo$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thi$ life, we all need $ome thing mo$t de$perately. I think you $hould be under$tanding of the need$ of u$ worker$ who have given $o much $upport including $weat and $ervice to your company ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am $ure you will gue$$ what I mean and re$pond $oon ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your$ $incerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$teven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the employee received this letter of reply :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kNOw you have been working very hard. NOwadays, NOthing much has changed. You must have NOticed that our company is NOt doing NOticeably well as yet ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw the newspaper are saying the world`s leading ecoNOmists are NOt sure if South Africa may go into aNOther recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NOthing more to add NOw. You kNOw what I mean ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOrman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3726060862145527328?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3726060862145527328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3726060862145527328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3726060862145527328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3726060862145527328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-to-ask-boss-for-raise.html' title='How to ask the BOSS for a raise..?'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6439753688769856960</id><published>2007-12-19T19:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:10:13.577+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 Guys go to Heavan !!</title><content type='html'>Three guys die and end up at the gates of heaven, talking to St. Peter.&lt;br /&gt;"So," Peter asks the first guy, "how many times did you cheat on your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None. I had a perfect marriage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," says Peter. "You get to cruise around heaven in a Mercedes. And you, how many times did you cheat on your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only twice, I think," says the second guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. You get to cruise around heaven in a Cadillac. And you, how many times did you cheat on your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 times. Maybe 13," says the third guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," says Peter. "You get a rusty Ford."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, the guy in the Cadillac sees the guy in the Mercedes crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just saw my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was riding a skateboard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6439753688769856960?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6439753688769856960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6439753688769856960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6439753688769856960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6439753688769856960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-guys-go-to-heavan.html' title='3 Guys go to Heavan !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8848119246613694292</id><published>2007-12-19T19:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:52:25.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta in Mental Hospital</title><content type='html'>anta and Banta were both patients in a Mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Santa suddenly dived into the deep end of the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta jumped in and saved him, and the medical director came to know of his heroic act..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately order Banta to be discharged from the Mental Hospital as he is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We have good news and bad news for you, Banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that we are going to discharge you because you have regained your senses, since you are able to jump in and save another patient, you are now a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that, the patient Mr. Santa, whom you have saved, hung himself in the toilet, and died..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta: Doctor, he didn't hang himself. I hung him there to dry..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8848119246613694292?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8848119246613694292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8848119246613694292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8848119246613694292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8848119246613694292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/banta-in-mental-hospital.html' title='Banta in Mental Hospital'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-138632397590167090</id><published>2007-12-19T19:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:12:14.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Bear and the Rabbit !!</title><content type='html'>There once was a bear and a rabbit and they hated each other. The bear and rabbit then stumbled upon a magical talking tree.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The tree said: "I will grant you 3 wishes a piece if you will stop fighting!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the bear went first. "I wish all the bears in the forest are females."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And all the bears in the forest turned into females.&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit said: "I wish I had a helmet." Rabbit gets the helmet and the bear looks at him funny."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bear wishes: "I wish all the bears in the country are females." The wish was granted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rabbit says, "I wish I have a motorcycle." By this point the bear thinks the rabbit is the stupidest thing he's ever seen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The rabbit could wish for money and have all the motorcycles in the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The bear says: "I wish all the bears in the world are female." The wish is granted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When it's the rabbit's turn to wish, he puts on his helmet, gets on his motorcycle, starts and says: "I wish that turn this bear in gay."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-138632397590167090?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/138632397590167090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=138632397590167090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/138632397590167090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/138632397590167090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/bear-and-rabbit.html' title='The Bear and the Rabbit !!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8859924811659805784</id><published>2007-12-17T15:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:28:28.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick Problems.....</title><content type='html'>A principal of a small middle school had a problem with a few of the older girls starting to use lipstick. After applying lipstick in the bathroom they would then press their lips to the mirror and leave lip prints [purportedly practicing the perfect pucker].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it got out of hand he thought of a way to stop it. He gathered all the girls together who wore lipstick and told them he wanted to meet with them in the ladies room at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gathered at 2pm and found the principal and the school custodian waiting for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal explained that it was becoming a problem for the custodian to clean the mirror every night. He said he felt the ladies did not fully understand just how much of a problem it was to remove the waxy lipstick, and he wanted them to witness just how hard it was to clean. The custodian then demonstrated. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a long brush on a handle out of a box. He then dipped the brush in the nearest toilet, moved to the mirror and proceeded to remove the lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last day the girls pressed their lips on the mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8859924811659805784?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8859924811659805784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8859924811659805784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8859924811659805784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8859924811659805784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/lipstick-problems.html' title='Lipstick Problems.....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4263097095246100421</id><published>2007-12-17T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:19:42.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 guys.... An new version...</title><content type='html'>There were three guys, a Torontonian, an American and a Newfie. They were all going to be executed. The executioner said that since all three were to be executed that night, they would each get to choose the method by which they would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their choices were: lethal injection, electric chair or by hanging. The American was afraid of needles and didn't want to be hanged, so he chose the electric chair. He sat in the chair and they pulled the switch and nothing happened. The executioner said that if this happens a second time that he could go free. They tried a second time and again nothing happened, so they set him free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy from Toronto was also afraid of needles and didn't want to be hanged so he too chose the electric chair. Once again, the chair didn't work and he was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was the Newfie's turn to pick how he was to be executed. He said, "I'm afraid of needles, the electric chair won't work so you're going to have to hang me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4263097095246100421?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4263097095246100421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4263097095246100421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4263097095246100421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4263097095246100421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/guys-new-version.html' title='3 guys.... An new version...'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5615858955470742286</id><published>2007-12-17T15:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:14:14.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Priceless....</title><content type='html'>Rohit wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Rohit looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table. "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!" So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Rohit asks, "Son, what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door". Confused, Rohit asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me? I should expect a big quarrel with her!"&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off, you said&lt;br /&gt;, "Lady leave me alone! I'm married!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Moral&lt;br /&gt;Self-induced hangover -- Rs. 2000.00&lt;br /&gt;Broken furniture -- Rs. 20, 000.00&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast -- Rs. 100.00&lt;br /&gt;Saying The Right Thing While Drunk&lt;br /&gt;- PRICELESS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5615858955470742286?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5615858955470742286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5615858955470742286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5615858955470742286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5615858955470742286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/priceless.html' title='Priceless....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8162574781676217512</id><published>2007-12-17T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:09:46.929+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>The Clever Sardar...</title><content type='html'>A sardar and a lawyer were seated next to each other on a long flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass the time, the lawyer suggested that they try to stump one another with trivia.&lt;br /&gt;"If I ask you something that you don't know, you owe me Rs 5. The same goes if you&lt;br /&gt;ask me something I don't know." The sardar refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. If you don't know an answer, you pay me Rs 5, but if I don’t know an answer,&lt;br /&gt;I pay you Rs 50."&lt;br /&gt;The sardar accepted. The Lawyer went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the distance from the earth to the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sardar didn't say anything, but merely reached into her purse, pulled out a Rs 5 bill&lt;br /&gt;and handed it to the lawyer. Then it was her turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What has four legs going up a hill, but only three coming down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer had no idea, so he gave her a Rs 50 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sardar said nothing, but merely reached into her purse and gave a Rs 5 bill to the lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-8162574781676217512?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8162574781676217512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8162574781676217512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8162574781676217512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8162574781676217512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/clever-sardar.html' title='The Clever Sardar...'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-6414353351029330962</id><published>2007-12-15T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:59:18.532+05:30</updated><title type='text'>12 days....</title><content type='html'>Dec. 14, 1995&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute little partridge arrived a little while ago,&lt;br /&gt;and the pear tree sapling came a little while later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure of the connection, but I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 15, 1995&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just&lt;br /&gt;imagine, two turtle doves. I'm just delighted at your&lt;br /&gt;thoughtful gift. They are adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 16, 1995&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you the extravagant one. Now, I really must&lt;br /&gt;protest. I don't deserve such generosity, three French&lt;br /&gt;hens. They are just darling, but I must insist, you&lt;br /&gt;are too kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 17, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now&lt;br /&gt;really, they are quite beautiful, but don't you think&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough? You are being too romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affectionately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 18, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five&lt;br /&gt;golden rings - one for each finger. You are just&lt;br /&gt;impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those birds&lt;br /&gt;squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 19, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened the door, there were actually six&lt;br /&gt;geese-a-laying on my front step. So your back to the&lt;br /&gt;birds again, huh? These geese are huge! Where will I&lt;br /&gt;keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't&lt;br /&gt;get any sleep through all the racket. Please stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordially,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 20, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you and those fucking birds? Seven&lt;br /&gt;swans-a-swimming. What kind of god-damned joke is&lt;br /&gt;this? There is bird shit all over my house, and they&lt;br /&gt;never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at night and&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nervous wreck. It's not funny, so stop with&lt;br /&gt;those fucking birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 21, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. Buster,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going&lt;br /&gt;to do with eight maids-a-milking? It's not enough with&lt;br /&gt;all those birds and eight maids-a-milking, but they&lt;br /&gt;brought along their goddamned cows. There is shit all&lt;br /&gt;over my lawn, and I can't move around in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lay off me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 22, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Shithead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's nine&lt;br /&gt;pipers playing, and do they play. They've never&lt;br /&gt;stopped chasing those maids since they got here. The&lt;br /&gt;cows are getting upset and they're stepping all over&lt;br /&gt;those screeching birds. What am I going to do? The&lt;br /&gt;neighbors have started a petition to evict me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 23, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Rotten Prick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are ten ladies dancing. I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;they call these sluts ladies. They've been balling&lt;br /&gt;those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;and they've got diarrhea. My living room is a river of&lt;br /&gt;shit. The Commissioner of Buildings has subpeoned me&lt;br /&gt;to give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sicking the police in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who means it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 24, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen Fuckhead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the eleven lords-a-leaping on those maids&lt;br /&gt;and ladies. Some of those broads will never walk&lt;br /&gt;again. Those pipers ran through the maids and are&lt;br /&gt;committing sodomy with the cows. All 23 of the birds&lt;br /&gt;are dead. They've been trampled to death in the orgy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're satisfied you rotten bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sworn enemy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 26, 1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve&lt;br /&gt;drummers drumming, which you have seen fit to inflict&lt;br /&gt;upon our client, Miss Dori Drawers. The destruction,&lt;br /&gt;of course, was total. All further correspondence&lt;br /&gt;should come to our attention. If you should attempt to&lt;br /&gt;reach Miss Drawers at the Happy Dale Sanitarium, the&lt;br /&gt;attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight.&lt;br /&gt;With this letter, please find a warrant for your&lt;br /&gt;arrest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-6414353351029330962?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6414353351029330962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=6414353351029330962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6414353351029330962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/6414353351029330962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-days.html' title='12 days....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1449010102665726110</id><published>2007-12-15T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:56:58.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Old INDIAN tradition.....yet continues....</title><content type='html'>A young Indian Man Excitedly tells his Mother he has fallen in Love&lt;br /&gt;and that He is going to get Married. He says, "Mom, I'm going to bring over 3 women and you try and guess which one  I'm going to Marry."..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Mother Agreesâ€¦â€¦&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Next Day, he brings three Beautiful  Women into the House and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. Later, He says, "Okay Ma, Guess which one Iam going to Marry ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She Immediately says, "The one on the Right."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Son Replied, "That's Amazingâ€¦Maa..You are Right ?&lt;br /&gt;How did you Know ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Indian Mother Replies,â€¦â€¦..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't Like Her â€¦?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1449010102665726110?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1449010102665726110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1449010102665726110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1449010102665726110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1449010102665726110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-indian-traditionyet-continues.html' title='The Old INDIAN tradition.....yet continues....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-4686448390603033422</id><published>2007-12-15T14:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:06:41.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar'/><title type='text'>51 Days ! Sardar goes again ........:)</title><content type='html'>Two Sardar walk into a bar, each orders a drink. They go and sit down and&lt;br /&gt;start toasting and cheering, "51 days! 51 Days!!" About five minutes later,&lt;br /&gt;another Sardar walks in,Orders a drink, and joins the other two in the cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another Sardar walks in with what looks like a&lt;br /&gt;picture. She puts the picture thing in the middle of the table, and&lt;br /&gt;starts cheering with the others, "51 days!51 days!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Bar Tender starts too get really curious, so he walks over to&lt;br /&gt;discover that the picture is a Puzzle. He walks over to one of&lt;br /&gt;the Sardar and asks, "What on earth are you doing??" "Well," the Sardar says,&lt;br /&gt;"everyone thinks Sardar are so stupid, so we proved them wrong. On the box of&lt;br /&gt;this puzzle, it says 2-4 years, but we finished it in only 51 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-4686448390603033422?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4686448390603033422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=4686448390603033422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4686448390603033422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/4686448390603033422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/51-days-sardar-goes-again.html' title='51 Days ! Sardar goes again ........:)'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1733859378498492767</id><published>2007-12-13T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:09:10.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THe obeidient WIFE !!!</title><content type='html'>There was a man who had worked all his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real "miser" when it came to his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before he died, he said to his wife..."When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money to the afterlife with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so he got his wife to promise him, with all of her heart, that when he died, she would put all of the money into the casket with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he died. He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there - dressed in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, and just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said, "Wait just a moment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a small metal box with her; she came over with the box and put it in the casket. Then the undertakers locked the casket down and they rolled it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her friend said, "Girl, I know you were not fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loyal wife replied, "Listen, I'm a Christian; I cannot go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money into the casket with him." You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him!?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sure did," said the wife. "I got it all together, put it into my account, and wrote him a check.... If he can cash it, then he can spend it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1733859378498492767?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1733859378498492767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1733859378498492767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1733859378498492767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1733859378498492767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/obeidient-wife.html' title='THe obeidient WIFE !!!'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-7099676067348802913</id><published>2007-12-13T19:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:05:44.637+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whay can you say..... This is what is caleed height....</title><content type='html'>There was a Sardarji who was down on his luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to raise some money he decided to kidnap a&lt;br /&gt;kid and hold him for ransom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to the playground, grabbed a kid, took him &lt;br /&gt;behind a tree, and told him, "I've kidnapped you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji then wrote a note saying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've kidnapped your kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning, put Rs.2,00,000 in a paper bag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and put it beneath the mango tree on the north side&lt;br /&gt;of the city playground".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed below - " Sardarji". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardarji then pinned the note to the kid's shirt and &lt;br /&gt;sent him home to show it to his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the Sardarji checked, and sure &lt;br /&gt;enough a paper bag was kept beneath the mango tree. The boy was &lt;br /&gt;sitting next to the bag. Sardarji opened up the bag and found the &lt;br /&gt;Rs.2,00,000 in cash with a note saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can a sardarji do this to a fellow Sardarji? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the money, and Please leave my son."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-7099676067348802913?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7099676067348802913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=7099676067348802913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7099676067348802913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/7099676067348802913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/whay-can-you-say-this-is-what-is-caleed.html' title='Whay can you say..... This is what is caleed height....'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-1525100042743471261</id><published>2007-12-13T18:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:01:08.414+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maria and the Maid</title><content type='html'>-- The Maid asked for a pay raise.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Madam was very upset about this and asked:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Now Maria, why do you want an increase?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Maria: 'Well Madam, there are three reasons why I want an increase. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   The first is that I iron better than you .&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Madam: 'Who said you iron better than me?&lt;br /&gt;   Maria: 'The Master said so. &lt;br /&gt;   Madam: 'Oh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Maria. 'The second reason is that I am a better cook than you. &lt;br /&gt;   Madam: 'Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than I?&lt;br /&gt;   Maria: 'The Master did.' Madam. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Maria: 'My third reason is that I am a better lover than you. &lt;br /&gt;   Madam (very upset now): 'Did the Master say so as well?&lt;br /&gt;   Maria: 'No Madam, the chauffeur did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-1525100042743471261?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1525100042743471261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=1525100042743471261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1525100042743471261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/1525100042743471261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/12/maria-and-maid.html' title='Maria and the Maid'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-8729425816881940520</id><published>2007-11-08T19:49:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:50:19.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What is 2 x 2 ?</title><content type='html'>What is 2 * 2 ? &lt;br /&gt;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/7867180282958547473-8729425816881940520?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8729425816881940520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=8729425816881940520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8729425816881940520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/8729425816881940520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-2-x-2.html' title='What is 2 x 2 ?'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-5910463785113998552</id><published>2007-11-08T19:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:49:36.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hypnotist</title><content type='html'>TELEGRAM #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter sends a telegram to her father on her&lt;br /&gt;clearing B.Ed exams, which the father receives as :&lt;br /&gt;"Father, your daughter has been successful in BED." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband, while he is on a business trip to a hill&lt;br /&gt;station sends a telegram to his wife : "I wish you&lt;br /&gt;were here." The message received by wife: "I wish you&lt;br /&gt;were her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife with near maturing pregnancy goes to railway&lt;br /&gt;station to return to her husband. At the reservation&lt;br /&gt;counter, while her turn came, it was the last ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pity on a very old lady next to her in the &lt;br /&gt;queue, she offered her berth to the old lady and sent&lt;br /&gt;a telegram to her husband which reached as: "Shall be&lt;br /&gt;coming tomorrow, heavy rush in the train, gave birth&lt;br /&gt;to an old lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wants to celebrate his wife's Birthday by&lt;br /&gt;throwing a party. So he goes to order a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;The salesman asks him what message he wants to put on&lt;br /&gt;the cake.Well he thinks for a while and says: let's &lt;br /&gt;put, "you are not&lt;br /&gt;getting older you are getting better". The salesman&lt;br /&gt;asks "how do you want me to put it?" The man says,&lt;br /&gt;Well put "You are not getting older", at the top and&lt;br /&gt;"You are getting better" at the bottom. The real fun &lt;br /&gt;didn't start until&lt;br /&gt;the cake was opened the entire party watched the&lt;br /&gt;message decorated on the cake: "You are not getting&lt;br /&gt;older at the top, You are getting better at the&lt;br /&gt;bottom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man from Agra went to Ajmer. His wife was in her&lt;br /&gt;parent's house in Delhi. When the man went to Ajmer,&lt;br /&gt;he asked his servant to send a telegram to his wife&lt;br /&gt;indicating about his trip to Ajmer. He sent a &lt;br /&gt;telegram. When the&lt;br /&gt;wife received the telegram, she fainted. It was&lt;br /&gt;written: 'sethji aaj mar gaye ! ( Sethji Ajmer gaye ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-5910463785113998552?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5910463785113998552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=5910463785113998552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5910463785113998552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/5910463785113998552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/hypnotist.html' title='Hypnotist'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867180282958547473.post-3569062723458084713</id><published>2007-11-08T19:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-08T19:48:53.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Telegrams</title><content type='html'>TELEGRAM #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter sends a telegram to her father on her&lt;br /&gt;clearing B.Ed exams, which the father receives as :&lt;br /&gt;"Father, your daughter has been successful in BED." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband, while he is on a business trip to a hill&lt;br /&gt;station sends a telegram to his wife : "I wish you&lt;br /&gt;were here." The message received by wife: "I wish you&lt;br /&gt;were her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife with near maturing pregnancy goes to railway&lt;br /&gt;station to return to her husband. At the reservation&lt;br /&gt;counter, while her turn came, it was the last ticket.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pity on a very old lady next to her in the &lt;br /&gt;queue, she offered her berth to the old lady and sent&lt;br /&gt;a telegram to her husband which reached as: "Shall be&lt;br /&gt;coming tomorrow, heavy rush in the train, gave birth&lt;br /&gt;to an old lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wants to celebrate his wife's Birthday by&lt;br /&gt;throwing a party. So he goes to order a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;The salesman asks him what message he wants to put on&lt;br /&gt;the cake.Well he thinks for a while and says: let's &lt;br /&gt;put, "you are not&lt;br /&gt;getting older you are getting better". The salesman&lt;br /&gt;asks "how do you want me to put it?" The man says,&lt;br /&gt;Well put "You are not getting older", at the top and&lt;br /&gt;"You are getting better" at the bottom. The real fun &lt;br /&gt;didn't start until&lt;br /&gt;the cake was opened the entire party watched the&lt;br /&gt;message decorated on the cake: "You are not getting&lt;br /&gt;older at the top, You are getting better at the&lt;br /&gt;bottom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELEGRAM #5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man from Agra went to Ajmer. His wife was in her&lt;br /&gt;parent's house in Delhi. When the man went to Ajmer,&lt;br /&gt;he asked his servant to send a telegram to his wife&lt;br /&gt;indicating about his trip to Ajmer. He sent a &lt;br /&gt;telegram. When the&lt;br /&gt;wife received the telegram, she fainted. It was&lt;br /&gt;written: 'sethji aaj mar gaye ! ( Sethji Ajmer gaye ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867180282958547473-3569062723458084713?l=justforsmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3569062723458084713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867180282958547473&amp;postID=3569062723458084713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3569062723458084713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867180282958547473/posts/default/3569062723458084713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justforsmiles.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-telegrams.html' title='Funny Telegrams'/><author><name>Praveen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
