<?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-27651656</id><updated>2012-01-29T09:02:38.549-05:00</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='Limericks'/><category term='Jukebox'/><title type='text'>Jokes, Quips and Funstuff .....www.jokehaus.com</title><subtitle type='html'>Your space to post your happy stuff. Anything is acceptable except graphically or otherwise offensive material. Feel free to email the link ( www.jokehaus.com ) to your friends. Your content will be seen by many more and will be archived for a longer time (Check Archives for old material). 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Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3997</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3593870696381523144</id><published>2012-01-29T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:02:38.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160;President Mahinda Rajapakse walks into Bank of Ceylon&lt;br&gt;to cash a cheque. As he approaches the cashier he says: Good Morning,&lt;br&gt;madam, could you pleaase cash this cheque for me?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cashier: It would be my pleasure,Sir. Could you please show me your ID?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; PRESIDENT: (utterly shocked) I did not bring my ID with me as I&lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t think there was any need. I am Mahinda Rajapakse, the President&lt;br&gt;of Sri Lanka!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cashier: Yes Sir, I know who you are, but with all the&lt;br&gt;regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and&lt;br&gt;forgers, etc., I must insist on seeing your ID.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; PRESIDENT: Just ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will&lt;br&gt;tell you. Everybody knows who I am!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cashier: I am sorry Mr. President, but these are the bank&lt;br&gt;rules and I must follow them strictly.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; PRESIDENT: I am urging you, please, to cash this cheque. Shiranthi has&lt;br&gt;gone to America and Namal has, by mistake, taken the keys of the&lt;br&gt;safe with him. I need some extra spending money urgently.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cashier: look Mr. President, this is what we can do. Some&lt;br&gt;months back, Sarath Fonseka came into the bank without ID. To prove he was&lt;br&gt;the ex General, he showed his tummy scars. &amp;#160;With those scar marks, we knew&lt;br&gt;him to be Ex General and cashed his cheque. On another occasion,&lt;br&gt;Sanath Jayasuriya&lt;br&gt;came in without his ID. To prove his identity, he just went out and hit sixes.&lt;br&gt;With that we knew for certain that he was indeed Sanath himself, and we&lt;br&gt;cashed his cheque. So, Mr. President, what can you do to prove&lt;br&gt;that it is you, and only you, as the President of Sri Lanka?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; PRESIDENT stood there thinking, thinking and thinking, and finally&lt;br&gt;said: Honestly, my mind is totally blank ..... there is nothing that&lt;br&gt;comes to my mind... I can&amp;#39;t think of a single thing!!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Cashier: There you are! That is enough. Now I don&amp;#39;t have any&lt;br&gt;doubt that you are our President &amp;#160;Mahinda Rajapakse. In what&lt;br&gt;denominations would you like the cash, Mr. President?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3593870696381523144?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3593870696381523144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3593870696381523144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3436194628939224422</id><published>2012-01-28T16:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:54:52.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Quotes</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;The problem with&amp;#160;&amp;#160; political jokes is they get elected.&amp;#160; ~Henry Cate, VII&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;We hang the petty&amp;#160;&amp;#160; thieves and appoint the great ones to public&lt;br&gt;office.&amp;#160; ~Aesop&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;If we got&amp;#160;&amp;#160; one-tenth of what was promised to us in these acceptance&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;speeches there&amp;#160;&amp;#160; wouldn&amp;#39;t be any inducement to go to heaven.&amp;#160; ~Will&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Rogers&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Those who are too&amp;#160;&amp;#160; smart to engage in politics are punished by being&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;governed by those who are&amp;#160;&amp;#160; dumber.&amp;#160; ~Plato&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Politicians are&amp;#160;&amp;#160; the same all over.&amp;#160; They promise to build a bridge&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;even where there is&amp;#160;&amp;#160; no river.&amp;#160; ~Nikita Khrushchev&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;When I was a boy&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I was told that anybody could become President; I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;beginning to&amp;#160;&amp;#160; believe it.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Clarence Darrow&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Why pay money to&amp;#160;&amp;#160; have your family tree traced; go into politics and&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;your opponents will do it&amp;#160;&amp;#160; for you.&amp;#160; ~Author Unknown&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;If God wanted us&amp;#160;&amp;#160; to vote, he would have given us candidates.&amp;#160; ~Jay Leno&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Politicians are&amp;#160;&amp;#160; people who, when they see light at the end of the&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;tunnel, go out and buy some&amp;#160;&amp;#160; more tunnel.&amp;#160; ~John Quinton&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Politics is the&amp;#160;&amp;#160; gentle art of getting votes from the poor and&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;campaign funds from the rich,&amp;#160;&amp;#160; by promising to protect each from the&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;other.&amp;#160; ~Oscar Ameringer&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;The Democrats are&amp;#160;&amp;#160; the party that says government will make you&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;smarter, taller, richer, and&amp;#160;&amp;#160; remove the crabgrass on your lawn.&amp;#160; The&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Republicans are the party that&amp;#160;&amp;#160; says government doesn&amp;#39;t work and then&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;they get elected and prove it.&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ~P.J. O&amp;#39;Rourke&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;I offer my&amp;#160;&amp;#160; opponents a bargain:&amp;#160; if they will stop telling lies&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;about us, I will&amp;#160;&amp;#160; stop telling the truth about them.&amp;#160; ~Adlai&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Stevenson, campaign speech,&amp;#160;&amp;#160; 1952&lt;p&gt;A politician is a&amp;#160;&amp;#160; fellow who will lay down your life for his&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;country.&amp;#160; ~ Texas Guinan&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Any American who&amp;#160;&amp;#160; is prepared to run for president should&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;automatically, by definition, be&amp;#160;&amp;#160; disqualified from ever doing so.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;~Gore Vidal&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;I have come to&amp;#160;&amp;#160; the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;to be left to the&amp;#160;&amp;#160; politicians.&amp;#160; ~Charles de Gaulle&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Politics:&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; [Poly &amp;quot;many&amp;quot; + tics &amp;quot;blood-sucking parasites&amp;quot;]&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ~Larry Hardiman&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Instead of giving&amp;#160;&amp;#160; a politician the keys to the city, it might be&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;better to change the&amp;#160;&amp;#160; locks.&amp;#160; ~Doug Larson&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;Don&amp;#39;t vote, it&amp;#160;&amp;#160; only encourages them.&amp;#160; ~Author Unknown&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;There ought to be&amp;#160;&amp;#160; one day - just one - when there is open season on&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;senators.&amp;#160; ~Will&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3436194628939224422?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3436194628939224422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3436194628939224422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/political-quotes.html' title='Political Quotes'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-4304239061489027366</id><published>2012-01-27T17:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:36:29.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - ADULT PUNS!</title><content type='html'>Jack and Jill Went up the hill,&lt;br&gt;Each with a quarter.&lt;br&gt;Jill came down with fifty cents;&lt;br&gt;Do you think they went for water?&lt;p&gt;A nurse is a pan handler.&lt;p&gt;Outside a Church in Boston a young boy is weeping, and an old lady&lt;br&gt;approaches him and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong, honey?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The little boy replies between sobs,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;My Grandma passed away this morning.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so sorry to hear this,&amp;quot; says the kind old lady. &amp;quot;Do you want me&lt;br&gt;to call Father O&amp;#39;Riley?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; replies the boy. &amp;quot;Sex is the last thing I have in mind.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sales for Viagra are way down.&lt;br&gt;I guess all those old guys finally figured out that sex with an old&lt;br&gt;woman is not worth $20.&lt;p&gt;Jack left for a two day business trip to Chicago.&lt;br&gt;He was only a few blocks away from his house when he realized he&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;left his plane ticket on top of his dresser.&lt;br&gt;He turned around and headed back to the house.&lt;br&gt;He quietly entered the door, walked into the kitchen.&lt;br&gt;He saw his wife washing the breakfast dishes, wearing her skimpiest negligee.&lt;br&gt;She looked so good that he quietly tiptoed up behind her, reached out,&lt;br&gt;and squeezed her left tit.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just leave one quart of milk,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Jack won&amp;#39;t be here for&lt;br&gt;breakfast tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Men are like Laxatives.&lt;br&gt;They irritate the shit out of you.&lt;p&gt;An astronaut discovered life on the dark side of the moon.&lt;br&gt;When he got out of the module, he saw a light in a cave not too far away.&lt;br&gt;He went to investigate and discovered the cave was an entrance to an&lt;br&gt;underground city populated with people appearing identical to earth&lt;br&gt;people except for the women&amp;#39;s breasts on their backs instead of their&lt;br&gt;chests.&lt;br&gt;When the inhabitants saw him they threw a party to welcome him to the moon.&lt;br&gt;At a press conference on returning to earth, a reporter asked if he&lt;br&gt;thought that the women looked strange. He said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, but they sure are nice to dance with.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A woman sought help from her doctor.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;All my husband does is complain that I never want to have sex with&lt;br&gt;him,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And he&amp;#39;s right too. I have no desire at all.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The doctor gave her a prescription and told her to return for a visit&lt;br&gt;in two weeks.&lt;br&gt;After the two weeks were up, she bounced smiling into his office.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Those pills were great Doctor, I&amp;#39;m doing it twice a night now,&lt;br&gt;sometimes even three times.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s wonderful,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;What does you husband say now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, Doctor,&amp;quot; she replied. &amp;quot;He has been away on a business&lt;br&gt;trip for the past two weeks.&lt;p&gt;How many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br&gt;Blondes don&amp;#39;t screw in light bulbs.&lt;br&gt;They screw in Jacuzzis&lt;p&gt;Have you heard about that blind hooker?&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;ve gotta hand it to her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-4304239061489027366?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4304239061489027366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4304239061489027366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-adult-puns_27.html' title='XX - ADULT PUNS!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1361300515124408978</id><published>2012-01-26T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:06:16.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GEORGE CARLIN</title><content type='html'>Isn&amp;#39;t it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70&amp;#39;s and 80&amp;#39;s -&lt;br&gt;could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate!&lt;p&gt;The Message:&lt;p&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings&lt;br&gt;but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;p&gt;We spend more, but have less,&lt;p&gt;We buy more, but enjoy less.&lt;p&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.&lt;p&gt;We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less&lt;br&gt;judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less&lt;br&gt;wellness.&lt;p&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too&lt;br&gt;little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too&lt;br&gt;tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;p&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.&lt;p&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve added years to life not life to years.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing&lt;br&gt;the street to meet a new neighbour.&lt;p&gt;We conquered outer space but not inner space.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve done larger things, but not better things.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;p&gt;We write more, but learn less.&lt;p&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less.&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#39;ve learned to rush, but not to wait.&lt;p&gt;We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more&lt;br&gt;copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;p&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and&lt;br&gt;small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.&lt;p&gt;These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses,&lt;br&gt;but broken homes.&lt;p&gt;These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,&lt;br&gt;one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from&lt;br&gt;cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;p&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in&lt;br&gt;the stockroom.&lt;p&gt;A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when&lt;br&gt;you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete....&lt;p&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not&lt;br&gt;going to be around forever.&lt;p&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe,&lt;br&gt;because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;p&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is&lt;br&gt;the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn&amp;#39;t cost a&lt;br&gt;cent.&lt;p&gt;Remember, to say, &amp;#39;I love you&amp;#39; to your partner and your loved ones,&lt;br&gt;but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it&lt;br&gt;comes from deep inside of you.&lt;p&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person&lt;br&gt;will not be there again.&lt;p&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak!&lt;p&gt;And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;p&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we&lt;br&gt;take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;p&gt;If you don&amp;#39;t send this to at least 8 people....Who cares?&lt;p&gt;George Carlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1361300515124408978?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1361300515124408978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1361300515124408978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/george-carlin.html' title='GEORGE CARLIN'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6479397189798441693</id><published>2012-01-26T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:10:37.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorace &amp; Jackie</title><content type='html'>Two little old ladies, Dorace &amp;amp; Jackie were sitting on a park bench&lt;br&gt;outside the local town hall where a flower show was in progress. The&lt;br&gt;short one, Jackie, leaned over and said, &amp;#39;Life is so boring. We never&lt;br&gt;have any fun any more. For $10.00 I&amp;#39;d take my clothes off and streak&lt;br&gt;through that stupid, boring flower show!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re on!&amp;#39; said Dorace, holding up a $10.00 bill.&lt;p&gt;So Jackie slowly fumbled her way out of her clothes and, completely&lt;br&gt;naked, streaked (as fast as an old lady can) through the front door of&lt;br&gt;the flower show.&lt;p&gt;Waiting outside, her friend soon heard a huge commotion inside the&lt;br&gt;hall, followed by loud applause and shrill whistling. Finally, the&lt;br&gt;smiling Jackie came through the exit door surrounded by a cheering,&lt;br&gt;clapping crowd.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;What happened?&amp;#39; asked her waiting friend.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;I won $1,000 as 1st prize for &amp;#39;Best Dried Arrangement... !&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6479397189798441693?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6479397189798441693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6479397189798441693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/dorace-jackie.html' title='Dorace &amp; Jackie'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7892270915690951453</id><published>2012-01-25T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:40:53.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HUMOUR</title><content type='html'>Male or female – many non-living objects are actually either male or&lt;br&gt;female. Here are some examples:&lt;br&gt;WEB PAGE: Female, because they are constantly being looked at and&lt;br&gt;frequently getting hit on&lt;br&gt;ZIPLOC BAGS: Male, because they hold everything in, but you can always&lt;br&gt;see right through them.&lt;br&gt;SUBWAY: Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.&lt;br&gt;... HOURGLASS: Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.&lt;br&gt;HAMMER: Male, because it hasn&amp;#39;t evolved much over the last 5,000&lt;br&gt;years, but it&amp;#39;s handy to have around&lt;br&gt;CRITIC: Female, What, this needs to be explained?&lt;br&gt;KIDNEYS: Female, because they always go to the bathroom in pairs.&lt;br&gt;Tyres: Male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated&lt;br&gt;PHOTOCOPIERS: Female, because once turned off, it takes a while to&lt;br&gt;warm them up again. They are an effective reproductive device if the&lt;br&gt;right buttons are pushed but can also wreak havoc if you push the&lt;br&gt;wrong buttons&lt;p&gt;Computers: Male or Female?&lt;br&gt;An English teacher was explaining to his students the concept of&lt;br&gt;gender association in the English language.&lt;br&gt;He stated how hurricanes at one time were given feminine names and how&lt;br&gt;ships and planes were usually referred to as &amp;quot;she&amp;quot;. One of the&lt;br&gt;students raised their hand and asked, &amp;quot;What gender is a computer&amp;quot;?&lt;br&gt;The teacher wasn&amp;#39;t certain, which it was, so he divided the class into&lt;br&gt;two groups, males in one, females in the other, and asked them to&lt;br&gt;decide if a computer should be masculine or feminine. Both groups were&lt;br&gt;asked to give four reasons for their recommendation. The group of&lt;br&gt;women concluded that computers should be referred to in the masculine&lt;br&gt;gender, for the following reasons:&lt;br&gt;1. In order to get their attention, you have to turn them on.&lt;br&gt;2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless.&lt;br&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the&lt;br&gt;time they cause the problem.&lt;br&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a&lt;br&gt;little longer, you could have had a better model.&lt;p&gt;The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely&lt;br&gt;be referred to in the feminine gender for the following reasons:&lt;br&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic.&lt;br&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is&lt;br&gt;incomprehensible to everyone else.&lt;br&gt;3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for&lt;br&gt;later retrieval.&lt;br&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending&lt;br&gt;half your pay cheque on accessories for it.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7892270915690951453?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7892270915690951453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7892270915690951453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/humour.html' title='HUMOUR'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-850062278480937151</id><published>2012-01-25T10:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:34:15.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX Confucious Say:</title><content type='html'>Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;The best time to go to the dentist is tooth hurty.&lt;p&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;ArtifIcial Insemination is procreation without recreation.&lt;p&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;The useless skin around a penis is called &amp;quot;a man&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;It is better to lose a lover than love a loser.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;A single fact can ruin a good argument.&lt;p&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;An Arch Criminal is one who robs shoe stores.&lt;p&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;The best way for university student to turn their life completely&lt;br&gt;around is to get 90 degrees.&lt;p&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;The worst thing about oral sex is the view&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Confucius Say&lt;br&gt;An old grave digger is called an Elderberry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-850062278480937151?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/850062278480937151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/850062278480937151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-confucious-say.html' title='XX Confucious Say:'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6174397277577607440</id><published>2012-01-25T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:18:46.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Secretary</title><content type='html'>John: Your secretary is very sexy...!&lt;p&gt;Tom: Thanks! It&amp;#39;s a robot actually,named &amp;quot; Monica &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;If you squeeze her right breast, she takes dictation &amp;#160;&amp;amp; If you squeeze&lt;br&gt;her left breast, she types letters !&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ll Lend it to you for a day &amp;amp; you can see her functions...&lt;p&gt;Next day.............John called Tom from hospital &amp;amp; shouted:&lt;p&gt;You bastard ! You didn&amp;#39;t tell me that the HOLE &amp;#39;&amp;#39;&amp;#39; between Monica&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;legs is a pencil sharpener............!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6174397277577607440?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6174397277577607440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6174397277577607440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-secretary.html' title='New Secretary'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7282427468153275315</id><published>2012-01-24T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:14:41.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Husband</title><content type='html'>Patton staggered home very late after another&amp;#160;evening with&amp;#160;his&lt;br&gt;drinking buddy, Paddy.&amp;#160; &amp;#160;He took off his shoes to avoid waking his&lt;br&gt;wife,&amp;#160;Kathleen.&lt;p&gt;He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their&lt;br&gt;upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step.&amp;#160; &amp;#160;As he caught&lt;br&gt;himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed&lt;br&gt;heavily on his rump.&amp;#160; &amp;#160;A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and&lt;br&gt;made&amp;#160;the landing&amp;#160;especially painful.&lt;p&gt;Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and&lt;br&gt;looked in the&amp;#160;hall&amp;#160;mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and&lt;br&gt;bleeding.&amp;#160; &amp;#160;He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and&lt;br&gt;began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.&lt;p&gt;He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and&lt;br&gt;stumbled his way to bed.&lt;p&gt;In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his&amp;#160;head and&lt;br&gt;butt and&amp;#160;Kathleen&amp;#160;staring at him from across the room.&lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;quot;You were drunk again last night weren&amp;#39;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Patton said, &amp;quot;Why you say such a mean thing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot;&amp;#160;Kathleen&amp;#160;said, &amp;quot;it could be the open&amp;#160;front door, it could be&lt;br&gt;the broken&amp;#160;glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be&amp;#160;the drops&amp;#160;of&lt;br&gt;blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but&lt;br&gt;mostly ..... it&amp;#39;s all those Band-Aids stuck on the&amp;#160;hall&amp;#160;mirror&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7282427468153275315?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7282427468153275315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7282427468153275315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/drunken-husband.html' title='Drunken Husband'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6151417893268947399</id><published>2012-01-24T10:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:09:05.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX ADULT PUNS!</title><content type='html'>Jack and Jill went up the hill&lt;br&gt;To fetch a pail of water.&lt;br&gt;Jill forgot to take the pill,&lt;br&gt;So now they&amp;#39;ve got a daughter.&lt;p&gt;A man checks into a hotel and the desk clerk asks, very quietly, if he&lt;br&gt;would like a woman sent to his room. The man says, yes.&lt;br&gt;The desk clerk says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I have a stenographer, a switchboard operator or a teacher. Which one&lt;br&gt;should I send up?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;With this the man replies,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll take the teacher.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;When the man checks out the next morning, the desk clerk says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m curious, why did you pick the teacher instead of the stenographer&lt;br&gt;or the switchboard operator?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The man replies,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The stenographer would say that she can&amp;#39;t take it as fast as I give it.&lt;br&gt;The switchboard operator would cut me off before I&amp;#39;m finished,&lt;br&gt;But the teacher would tell me to do it over and over again until I get&lt;br&gt;it right.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Men are like Lawn Mowers.&lt;br&gt;If you&amp;#39;re not pushing one around, then you&amp;#39;re riding it.&lt;p&gt;A young man went into a sex shop to buy some condoms, and a sales girl&lt;br&gt;approached him.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Can I help you, Sir?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, I want to buy some condoms.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What size do you need, Sir?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t realize they came in different sizes. I don&amp;#39;t know what size&lt;br&gt;I would need.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;May I hold your penis to tell what size you would need?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;As she was holding the penis, she called for assistance:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Give me a SMALL ... Wait! Make it MEDIUM ... Wait! Make it LARGE ...&lt;br&gt;Shit! Give me a TISSUE!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;A belligerent drunk walks into a bar and hollers:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I can lick any man in the place!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The nearest customer looks him up and down, then says:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Crude, but direct. Tell me, is this your first time in a gay bar?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Fred&amp;#39;s convertible glided to a halt on the edge of a lonely country road.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I suppose,&amp;quot; said his pretty but reluctant date, &amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re going to pull&lt;br&gt;the old &amp;#39;out of gas&amp;#39; routine.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; said Fred, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m going to pull the &amp;#39;here after&amp;#39; routine.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The &amp;#39;here after&amp;#39; routine? What&amp;#39;s that?&amp;quot; she wanted to know.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;re not here after what I&amp;#39;m here after, you&amp;#39;ll be here after&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gone!&amp;quot; he replied.&lt;p&gt;When I was born, I was given a choice -- a big dick or a good memory.&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t remember which one I chose.&lt;p&gt;The first year student had just gotten a beat up old VW beetle from his parents.&lt;br&gt;He took it for a spin but misjudged the curve and overturned the car&lt;br&gt;directly between the house of Mr. And Mrs. Smith and Mr. And Mrs.&lt;br&gt;Balls.&lt;br&gt;Luckily, he was pulled out by the Smiths.&lt;p&gt;What happens when you mess around with a school girl during the wrong period?&lt;br&gt;You get caught red handed.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Johnny,&amp;quot; the teacher started, &amp;quot;do you know what &amp;#39;paranoia&amp;#39; means?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not a word, teach, it&amp;#39;s several words,&amp;quot; Johnny replied.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Whatever do you mean by that?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s like when you go into a restaurant and a well endowed waitress&lt;br&gt;with a low cut uniform reaches in front of you and says, &amp;#39;does my pair&lt;br&gt;annoy ya&amp;#39;?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;What do you get when you cross an elephant with a prostitute?&lt;br&gt;A two-ton whore who&amp;#39;ll go for peanuts, but will never forget you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6151417893268947399?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6151417893268947399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6151417893268947399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-adult-puns_24.html' title='XX ADULT PUNS!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-4713690305997112106</id><published>2012-01-22T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:37:25.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Crashers:-</title><content type='html'>The host at a party was getting worried because there were too many people&lt;br&gt;and not enough refreshments.&lt;p&gt;She was sure that not all of these people had been invited but didn&amp;#39;t know how&lt;br&gt;to tell which ones were the crashers.&lt;p&gt;Then her husband got an idea.&lt;p&gt;He turned to the crowd of guests and said &amp;quot;Will those who are from the&lt;br&gt;bride&amp;#39;s side&lt;br&gt;of the family stand up please?&amp;quot; About twenty people stood.&lt;p&gt;Then he asked &amp;quot;Will those who are from the groom&amp;#39;s side of the family&lt;br&gt;stand up as well?&amp;quot; About twenty-five people stood up.&lt;p&gt;Then he smiled and said, &amp;quot;Will all those who stood please leave. This&lt;br&gt;is a birthday party!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-4713690305997112106?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4713690305997112106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4713690305997112106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/party-crashers.html' title='Party Crashers:-'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6756033690697100343</id><published>2012-01-22T22:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:36:46.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX ADULT PUNS!</title><content type='html'>There once was a pervert named Weiner&lt;br&gt;Who had a perverted demeanour&lt;br&gt;Forced from the Hill&lt;br&gt;For acting like Bill&lt;br&gt;Now Congress is one Weiner leaner&lt;p&gt;Confucius says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Girl laid in tomb may soon become mummy.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I think I won&amp;#39;t ever laugh out so loud…&lt;br&gt;This morning in biology class, we had to put our own saliva under a microscope.&lt;br&gt;Suddenly, a girl shouts out very agitated:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;There&amp;#39;s something moving here!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;All were very quiet, the teacher looked at it, looked again and said:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s definitively a living sperm cell.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I think the girl just wanted to die.&lt;p&gt;The difference between&amp;#160; a nympho, a hooker and a wife is:&lt;br&gt;The nympho says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re done already?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The hooker says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are you done yet?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The wife says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Beige, I think I&amp;#39;ll paint the ceiling beige.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;A boy took a girl out on her first date.&lt;br&gt;When they pulled off into a secluded area around midnight, the girl said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;My mother told me to say no to everything.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;do you mind if I put my arm around you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the girl replied.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Do you mind if I put my other hand on your leg?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nooo,&amp;quot; the girl said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; said the boy, &amp;quot;we&amp;#39;re going to have a lot of fun if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;on the level about this, and follow your mother&amp;#39;s advice.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;What do you call boobs on a girl scout?&lt;br&gt;Brownie points&lt;p&gt;A British teen was so desperate to speak Korean with a proper accent&lt;br&gt;she had her tongue lengthened surgically.&lt;br&gt;It isn&amp;#39;t known if she speaks Korean any better, but she has gotten&lt;br&gt;more offers for dates than she ever imagined.&lt;p&gt;The former porn actor get fired from his job as a gas station&lt;br&gt;attendant because right before the tanks were full, he would pull out&lt;br&gt;the nozzle and spray gas all over the car.&lt;p&gt;There was a young lad from the South&amp;#160;that was graduating from high school.&lt;br&gt;He couldn&amp;#39;t get a date for the prom.&lt;br&gt;His parents suggested that he could take his sister.&lt;br&gt;She agreed to attend the prom with her brother.&lt;br&gt;After the evening ended they headed home in dad&amp;#39;s new SUV.&lt;br&gt;As they were driving he looked at his sister and said&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If you weren&amp;#39;t my sister, I&amp;#39;d pull over to the side of the road.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She replied,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just pretend I&amp;#39;m not your sister&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;After they parked, he said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If you weren&amp;#39;t my sister, I&amp;#39;d like to kiss you&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Again, she replied,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just pretend I&amp;#39;m not your sister&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;So, he gave her a big tongue kiss!&lt;br&gt;Wow,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Damn if you weren&amp;#39;t my sister I&amp;#39;d like to Fuck you&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Again, she replied,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Pretend I&amp;#39;m not your sister&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;As the story goes, they fucked and had many delightful orgasms together.&lt;br&gt;When they finished she remarked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Damn your dick is almost as big as dad&amp;#39;s.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;To which he replied&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yep, that&amp;#39;s what mom tells me!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Frigid:&lt;br&gt;A man&amp;#39;s term for a woman&lt;br&gt;Who wants to have sex less often than he does,&lt;br&gt;Or&lt;br&gt;Who requires more foreplay than lifting her nightgown.&lt;p&gt;A college professor in an art class asked his students to sketch a&lt;br&gt;picture of a naked man.&lt;br&gt;As the professor walked around the class checking the sketches, he&lt;br&gt;noticed that one of the young ladies, a striking blonde, had sketched&lt;br&gt;the man with an erection.&lt;br&gt;Slightly flustered, the professor said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, no, I wanted it the other way.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She replied,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What other way?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At a music store there was a sign stating, Bach&amp;#39;s Organ Works.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Underneath someone had scribbled,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So does mine.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6756033690697100343?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6756033690697100343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6756033690697100343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xxx-adult-puns_22.html' title='XXX ADULT PUNS!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7631220163787544571</id><published>2012-01-22T18:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:28:13.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - As Irish as They Get!!!</title><content type='html'>Paddy and Mick drove to London to donate sperm.&lt;p&gt;It was a disaster!&lt;p&gt;Paddy missed the tube and Mick came on the bus!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Muslim was sitting next to Paddy on a plane.?&lt;p&gt;Paddy ordered a whiskey.&lt;p&gt;The stewardess asked the Muslim if he&amp;#39;d like a drink.&lt;p&gt;He replied in disgust.? &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d rather be raped by a dozen&lt;br&gt;whores than let liquor touch my lips!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy handed his drink back and said &amp;quot;Me too,&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t know we had a choice!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy calls Easyjet to book a flight. ?&lt;p&gt;The operator asks &amp;quot;How many people are flying with you ?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy replies &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know!?? It?s your f***ing plane!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy and Murphy are working on a building site.&lt;p&gt;Paddy says to Murphy &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m gonna have the day off,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna pretend I&amp;#39;m mad!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He climbs up the rafters , hangs upside down and shouts&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;M A LIGHTBULB!&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;M A LIGHTBULB!&amp;quot;? Murphy watches in amazement!&lt;p&gt;The Foreman shouts &amp;quot;Paddy you&amp;#39;re mad, go home&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;So he leaves the site.&lt;p&gt;Murphy starts packing his kit up to leave as well.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Where the hell are you going?&amp;quot; asks the Foreman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t work in the friggin&amp;#39; dark!&amp;quot; says Murphy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two Irish couples decided to swap partners for the night.&lt;p&gt;After 3 hours of amazing sex, Paddy says &amp;quot;I wonder&lt;br&gt;how the girls are getting on&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy takes his new wife to bed on their wedding night.&lt;p&gt;She undresses, lies on the bed spread eagled and says&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know what I want don&amp;#39;t you ?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah,&amp;quot; says Paddy.. &amp;quot;The whole friggin&amp;#39; bed by the&lt;br&gt;looks of it!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy, the electrician, got sacked from the U.S. prison service for&lt;br&gt;not servicing the electric chair.&lt;p&gt;He said in his professional opinion it was a death trap!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy, the Irish boyfriend of the woman whose head&lt;p&gt;was found on Arbroath beach was asked to identify her.&lt;p&gt;A detective held up the head to which Paddy said ;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t think that&amp;#39;s her, she wasn&amp;#39;t that tall!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy and his wife are lying in bed and the neighbours&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;dog is barking like mad in the garden.? Paddy says&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;To hell with this!&amp;quot; and storms off.&lt;p&gt;He comes back upstairs 5 minutes later and his wife asks &amp;quot;What did you do ?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy replies &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve put the dog in our garden.?&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s see how they like it!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paddy is said to be shocked at finding out all his cows&lt;br&gt;have Bluetongue.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Be Jeysus!&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t even know they had mobile phones!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ --------- --------oOo- --------- --------- --------- -&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mick and Paddy are reading head stones at a nearby cemetery.&lt;p&gt;Mick say &amp;quot;Crikey!? There&amp;#39;s a bloke here who was 152!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy says &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s his name ?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Mick replies &amp;quot;Miles, from London !&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7631220163787544571?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7631220163787544571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7631220163787544571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-as-irish-as-they-get.html' title='XX - As Irish as They Get!!!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3007888169358097461</id><published>2012-01-19T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T10:44:52.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, but true...........</title><content type='html'>Just something to help you get a laugh as we all need to laugh more!&lt;p&gt;1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down and beat you with&lt;br&gt;experience.&lt;p&gt;2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it&amp;#39;s still on my list.&lt;p&gt;3. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear&lt;br&gt;bright until you hear them speak.&lt;p&gt;4. If I agreed with you, we&amp;#39;d both be wrong.&lt;p&gt;5. We never really grow up we only learn how to act in public.&lt;p&gt;6. War does not determine who is right - only who is left.&lt;p&gt;7. Knowledge is&amp;#39; knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it&lt;br&gt;in a fruit salad.&lt;p&gt;8. Evening news is where they begin with &amp;#39;Good Evening,&amp;#39; and then&lt;br&gt;proceed to tell you why it isn&amp;#39;t.&lt;p&gt;9. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.&lt;p&gt;10. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a&lt;br&gt;train stops. On my desk, I have a work station.&lt;p&gt;11. I thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just wanted pay checks.&lt;p&gt;12. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says, &amp;#39;In&lt;br&gt;case of emergency, notify:&amp;#39; I put &amp;#39;DOCTOR.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;13. I didn&amp;#39;t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.&lt;p&gt;14. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a&lt;br&gt;successful man is usually another woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3007888169358097461?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3007888169358097461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3007888169358097461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-but-true.html' title='Funny, but true...........'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8714376843129810238</id><published>2012-01-18T15:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:33:15.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX ADULT PUNS!</title><content type='html'>There was a young nun from Siberia,&lt;br&gt;Endowed with a virgin interior,&lt;br&gt;Until an old monk,&lt;br&gt;Jumped into her bunk,&lt;br&gt;And now she&amp;#39;s the Mother Superior&lt;p&gt;Dear Rick Santorum, Rick Perry and Michelle Bachmann:&lt;br&gt;Religion is like a penis.&lt;br&gt;It is nice to have a religion, and certainly okay to be proud of your religion.&lt;br&gt;However, it is not appropriate to wave it around seductively in&lt;br&gt;public, and downright disgusting to try cramming it down people&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;throats.&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s more profitable;&lt;br&gt;A one-story whorehouse or a two-story whorehouse?&lt;br&gt;A one-story whorehouse, because there&amp;#39;s no fuckin&amp;#39; overhead.&lt;p&gt;What is the difference between love and Herpes?&lt;br&gt;Herpes lasts forever.&lt;p&gt;A travelling salesman on business in West Virginia met a young lady in&lt;br&gt;a bar, and invited her to his room.&lt;br&gt;As she was disrobing, he said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Say, how old are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thirteen.&amp;quot; she said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thirteen?! My God! You&amp;#39;re a child! Put your clothes back on right now&lt;br&gt;and get out of here!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;On her way out the door, the confused nymphet paused, turned to him, and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re superstitious, right?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Went to my doctor for my routine checkup today and everything seemed&lt;br&gt;to be going fine until he stuck his index finger up my butt!&lt;br&gt;Do you think I should change dentists?&lt;p&gt;An old retired sailor puts on his old uniform and heads for the docks&lt;br&gt;once more, for old times sake.&lt;br&gt;He engages a prostitute and takes her up to a room.&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s soon going at it as well as he can for a guy his age, but needing&lt;br&gt;some reassurance, he asks,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;How am I doing ?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The prostitute replies,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Well, old sailor, you&amp;#39;re doing about three knots.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Three knots&amp;#39;? He asks. &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s that supposed to mean ?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;She says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re knot hard, you&amp;#39;re knot in, and your knot getting your money back.&lt;p&gt;What do blonde&amp;#39;s like so much about tilt steering wheels in cars?&lt;br&gt;More head room.&lt;p&gt;The biology teacher at the all-girl academy was handing back a test on&lt;br&gt;male anatomy on which the girls did poorly.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t understand why you girls can&amp;#39;t understand the male sex organ.&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;ve had it pounded into you all semester.&lt;p&gt;Men are like Snowstorms.&lt;br&gt;You never know when he&amp;#39;s coming, how many inches you&amp;#39;ll get, or how&lt;br&gt;long he will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8714376843129810238?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8714376843129810238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8714376843129810238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xxx-adult-puns.html' title='XXX ADULT PUNS!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1510109830073514555</id><published>2012-01-18T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:31:55.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX As old age approaches;</title><content type='html'>My nookie days are over;&lt;br&gt;My pilot light is out.&lt;br&gt;What used to be my sex appeal;&lt;br&gt;Is now my water spout.&lt;p&gt;Time was when of its own accord;&lt;br&gt;From my trousers it would spring.&lt;br&gt;But now I have a full time job;&lt;br&gt;To find the blasted thing.&lt;p&gt;It used to be embarrassing;&lt;br&gt;The way it would behave.&lt;br&gt;For every single morning;&lt;br&gt;It would stand and watch me shave.&lt;p&gt;As old age approaches;&lt;br&gt;It sure gives me the blues.&lt;br&gt;To see it hang its withered head;&lt;br&gt;And watch me tie my shoes,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1510109830073514555?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1510109830073514555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1510109830073514555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-as-old-age-approaches.html' title='XX As old age approaches;'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8626382715443109586</id><published>2012-01-18T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:31:04.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Funny Logics</title><content type='html'>1. If time doesn&amp;#39;t wait for you, don&amp;#39;t worry!&lt;br&gt;Just remove the damn battery from the clock and Enjoy life!&lt;p&gt;2. Expecting the world to treat you fairly&amp;#160;because you are a good person is like&lt;br&gt;Expecting the lion not to attack you&lt;br&gt;Because you are a vegetarian.&lt;br&gt;Think ABout it.&lt;p&gt;3. Beauty isn&amp;#39;t measured by outer appearance&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;What clothes we wear,&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;What we are inside.&lt;br&gt;So, try going out without clothes tomorrow and see the admiration!&lt;p&gt;4. Don&amp;#39;t walk as if you rule the world,&lt;br&gt;Walk as if you don&amp;#39;t care who rules the world!&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s called Attitude! Keep on rocking!&lt;p&gt;5. Every lady hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she did&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;Convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did!!!&lt;p&gt;6. He was a good man.&lt;br&gt;He never smoked, drank had no affair.&lt;br&gt;When he died, the insurance company refused the claim.&lt;br&gt;They said,&lt;br&gt;He who never lived, cannot die!&lt;p&gt;7. A man threw his wife in a pond of crocodiles?&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#39;s now being harassed by the Animal Rights Activists&lt;br&gt;For being cruel to the Crocodiles!&lt;p&gt;8. So many options for suicide:&lt;br&gt;Poison,&lt;br&gt;Sleeping pills,&lt;br&gt;Hanging,&lt;br&gt;Jumping from a building,&lt;br&gt;Lying on train tracks,&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;We chose marriage,&lt;br&gt;Slow sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8626382715443109586?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8626382715443109586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8626382715443109586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/eight-funny-logics.html' title='Eight Funny Logics'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7455710642499677311</id><published>2012-01-18T15:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:28:49.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz for Bright People</title><content type='html'>There are only nine questions.&lt;p&gt;This is a quiz for people who know everything!&lt;br&gt;I found out in a hurry that I didn&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;These are not trick questions.&lt;br&gt;They are straight questions with straight answers..&lt;p&gt;1. Name the one sport in which neither the spectators nor the&lt;br&gt;participants know the score or the leader until the contest ends.&lt;p&gt;2. What famous North American landmark is constantly moving backward?&lt;p&gt;3. Of all vegetables, only two can live to produce on their own for&lt;br&gt;several&amp;#160; growing seasons.&lt;br&gt;All other vegetables must be replanted every year.&lt;br&gt;What are the only two perennial vegetables?&lt;p&gt;4. What fruit has its seeds on the outside?&lt;p&gt;5. In many liquor stores, you can buy pear brandy, with a real pear&lt;br&gt;inside the bottle.&lt;br&gt;The pear is whole and ripe, and the bottle is genuine;&lt;br&gt;It hasn&amp;#39;t been cut in any way.&lt;br&gt;How did the pear get inside the bottle?&lt;p&gt;6. Only three words in standard English begin with the letters &amp;#39; dw&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;and they are all common words.&lt;br&gt;Name at least&amp;#160;two of them.&lt;p&gt;7. There are 14 punctuation marks in English grammar.&lt;br&gt;Can you name at least half of them?&lt;p&gt;8. Name the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned,&lt;br&gt;processed, cooked, or in any other form except fresh.&lt;p&gt;9. Name 6 or more things that you can wear on your feet beginning with&lt;br&gt;the letter &amp;#39;S.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Answers To Quiz:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. The one sport in which neither the spectators nor the participants&lt;br&gt;know the score or the leader until the contest ends:&lt;br&gt;Boxing.&lt;p&gt;2. North American landmark constantly moving backward:&lt;br&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;br&gt;.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; (The rim is worn down about two and a half feet each year because&lt;br&gt;of the millions of gallons of water that rush over it every minute)&lt;p&gt;3. Only two vegetables that can live to produce on their own for&lt;br&gt;several growing seasons:&lt;br&gt;Asparagus and Rhubarb.&lt;p&gt;4. The fruit with its seeds on the outside:&lt;br&gt;Strawberry.&lt;p&gt;5. How did the pear get inside the brandy bottle?&lt;br&gt;It grew inside the bottle.&lt;br&gt;The bottles are placed over pear buds when they are small, and are&lt;br&gt;wired in place on the tree.&lt;br&gt;The bottle is left in place for the entire growing season.&lt;br&gt;When the pears are ripe, they are snipped off at the stems.&lt;p&gt;6. Three English words beginning with dw:&lt;br&gt;Dwarf, dwell and dwindle...&lt;p&gt;7. Fourteen punctuation marks in English grammar:&lt;br&gt;Period,&lt;br&gt;Comma,&lt;br&gt;Colon,&lt;br&gt;Semicolon,&lt;br&gt;Dash,&lt;br&gt;Hyphen,&lt;br&gt;Apostrophe,&lt;br&gt;Question mark,&lt;br&gt;Exclamation&lt;br&gt;Point,&lt;br&gt;Quotation mark,&lt;br&gt;Brackets,&lt;br&gt;Parenthesis,&lt;br&gt;Braces,&lt;br&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;Ellipses.&lt;p&gt;8. The only vegetable or fruit never sold frozen, canned, processed,&lt;br&gt;cooked, or in any other form but fresh:&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Lettuce.&lt;p&gt;9. Six or more things you can wear on your feet beginning with &amp;#39;S&amp;#39;:&lt;br&gt;Shoes,&lt;br&gt;Socks,&lt;br&gt;Sandals,&lt;br&gt;Sneakers,&lt;br&gt;Slippers,&lt;br&gt;Skis,&lt;br&gt;Skates,&lt;br&gt;Snowshoes,&lt;br&gt;Stockings,&lt;br&gt;Stilts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7455710642499677311?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7455710642499677311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7455710642499677311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiz-for-bright-people.html' title='Quiz for Bright People'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8310480715215255601</id><published>2012-01-17T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:15:30.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDENT WHO OBTAINED 00% ON AN EXAM</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#160;would have given him 100%&lt;br&gt;My Kind Of Guy!&lt;p&gt;Q1. In which battle did Napoleon die?&lt;br&gt;* his last battle&lt;p&gt;Q2. Where was the Declaration of Independence signed?&lt;br&gt;* at the bottom of the&amp;#160; page&lt;p&gt;Q3. River Ravi flows in which state?&lt;br&gt;* liquid&lt;p&gt;Q4. What is the main reason for divorce?&lt;br&gt;* marriage&lt;p&gt;Q5. What is the main reason for failure?&lt;br&gt;* Exams&lt;p&gt;Q6. What can you never eat for breakfast?&lt;br&gt;* Lunch &amp;amp; dinner&lt;p&gt;Q7. What looks like half an apple?&lt;br&gt;* The other half&lt;p&gt;Q8. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?&lt;br&gt;* It will simply become wet&lt;p&gt;Q9. How can a man go eight days without sleeping ?&lt;br&gt;* No problem, he sleeps at night.&lt;p&gt;Q10. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br&gt;* You will never find an elephant that has only one hand..&lt;p&gt;Q11. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four&lt;br&gt;apples and three oranges in other hand, what would you have&amp;#160;?&lt;br&gt;* Very large hands&lt;p&gt;Q12. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it&lt;br&gt;take four men to build it?&lt;br&gt;* No time at all, the wall is already built.&lt;p&gt;Q13. How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?&lt;br&gt;*Any way you want, concrete floors are very hard to crack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8310480715215255601?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8310480715215255601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8310480715215255601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/student-who-obtained-00-on-exam.html' title='STUDENT WHO OBTAINED 00% ON AN EXAM'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6993627428162888834</id><published>2012-01-17T10:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:12:32.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic reply to a Pretty Girl by CEO of J.P Morgan's</title><content type='html'>A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to be honest of what I&amp;#39;m going to say here. I&amp;#39;m 25 this&lt;br&gt;year. I&amp;#39;m very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a&lt;br&gt;guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I&amp;#39;m greedy,&lt;br&gt;but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New&lt;br&gt;York. My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who&lt;br&gt;has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to&lt;br&gt;ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is&lt;br&gt;my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential&lt;br&gt;area on the west of New York CityGarden(?), $250k annual income is not&lt;br&gt;enough.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names&lt;br&gt;and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I&amp;#39;ve met a&lt;br&gt;few girls who doesn&amp;#39;t have looks and are not interesting, but they are&lt;br&gt;able to marry rich guys&lt;br&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your&lt;br&gt;girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)&lt;p&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome reply:&lt;br&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;p&gt;I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of&lt;br&gt;girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me&lt;br&gt;to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income&lt;br&gt;is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone&lt;br&gt;believes that I&amp;#39;m not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a&lt;br&gt;business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very&lt;br&gt;simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you&amp;#39;re trying&lt;br&gt;to do is an exchange of &amp;quot;beauty&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;money&amp;quot;: Person A provides&lt;br&gt;beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there&amp;#39;s a&lt;br&gt;deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be&lt;br&gt;gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase&lt;br&gt;from year to year, but you can&amp;#39;t be prettier year after year. Hence&lt;br&gt;from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you&lt;br&gt;are a depreciation asset. It&amp;#39;s not just normal depreciation, but&lt;br&gt;exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will&lt;br&gt;be much worried 10 years later.&lt;p&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position,&lt;br&gt;dating with you is also a &amp;quot;trading position&amp;quot;. If the trade value&lt;br&gt;dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long&lt;br&gt;term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel&lt;br&gt;to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with&lt;br&gt;great depreciation value will be sold or &amp;quot;leased&amp;quot;. Anyone with over&lt;br&gt;$500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will&lt;br&gt;not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to&lt;br&gt;marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a&lt;br&gt;rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than&lt;br&gt;finding a rich fool.&lt;p&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in &amp;quot;leasing&amp;quot; services, do&lt;br&gt;contact me...&lt;p&gt;signed,&lt;br&gt;J.P. Morgan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6993627428162888834?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6993627428162888834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6993627428162888834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/fantastic-reply-to-pretty-girl-by-ceo.html' title='Fantastic reply to a Pretty Girl by CEO of J.P Morgan&apos;s'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-149380116683198374</id><published>2012-01-16T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:53:40.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX ADULT PUNS!</title><content type='html'>There was a young lady named Flo.&lt;br&gt;Whose lover had pulled out too slow.&lt;br&gt;So they tried it all night&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Till he got it just right.&lt;br&gt;Well, practice makes pregnant, you know.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone remember that fairytale about the uncircumcised troll?&lt;br&gt;I think it was called Rumpled Foreskin.&lt;p&gt;After a tourist had been served in the Las Vegas cocktail lounge, he&lt;br&gt;beckoned the waitress back and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Miss, would y&amp;#39;all give me a piece of ass?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Lord, that&amp;#39;s the most direct proposition I&amp;#39;ve ever had!&amp;quot; gasped the girl.&lt;br&gt;Then she smiled and added,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sure, why not? It&amp;#39;s pretty slow here right now, so let&amp;#39;s go!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;When the pair returned half an hour later, the man sat down at the&lt;br&gt;same table and the waitress asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Will there be anything else?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; replied the tourist. &amp;quot;Where ah come from in Alabama, we lack&lt;br&gt;our bourbon &amp;#39;n watuh cold, so ah still need a piece uh ass for mah&lt;br&gt;drink.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Confucius Says:&lt;br&gt;Man who lifts stones off woman get rocks off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m in love with my horse,&amp;quot; the nervous man told his psychiatrist.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Not something to worry about,&amp;quot; the psychiatrist consoled. &amp;quot;Many&lt;br&gt;people are fond of animals. As a matter of fact, my wife and I have a&lt;br&gt;dog that we are very attached to.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But, doctor,&amp;quot; continued the troubled patient, &amp;quot;I feel, ummm...,&lt;br&gt;PHYSICALLY attracted to my horse!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hmmm.&amp;quot; Then the doctor asked, &amp;quot;Is it male or female?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Female, of course!&amp;quot; the man snapped. &amp;quot;What do you think I am, GAY?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;What is the difference between a pigmy village and a women&amp;#39;s track team?&lt;br&gt;A pigmy village is a cunning bunch of runts.&lt;p&gt;A young couple approached the desk in a big hotel.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We&amp;#39;ve just been married,&amp;quot; the young couple explained, &amp;quot;but we forgot&lt;br&gt;to make reservations. Could you give us a suite for the night?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Certainly,&amp;quot; replied the clerk. &amp;quot;Would you like the bridal?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, no thanks,&amp;quot; said the young man. &amp;quot;Now that we&amp;#39;re married, we&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;going to stop horsing around!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;TAXIDERMIST -&lt;br&gt;A man who mounts animals.&lt;p&gt;It was painfully evident to the indignant father that all was not well&lt;br&gt;with his attractive daughter.&lt;br&gt;To his pointed questions, she tearfully admitted that motherhood was&lt;br&gt;approaching and that the rich young lay about who lived on the next&lt;br&gt;block was responsible.&lt;br&gt;With fire in his eyes, the father charged down the street and rang the&lt;br&gt;bachelor&amp;#39;s bell.&lt;br&gt;The young man answered the door, still in his dressing gown and&lt;br&gt;holding what appeared to be a mai tai.&lt;br&gt;He readily admitted his guilt.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just what do you intend doing about it?&amp;quot; demanded the parent.&lt;br&gt;The bachelor thought for a moment.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;if it&amp;#39;s a girl, I&amp;#39;ll give your daughter fifty&lt;br&gt;thousand dollars. And if it&amp;#39;s a boy, I&amp;#39;ll give her a hundred&lt;br&gt;thousand.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;See here,&amp;quot; said the father. &amp;quot;If it&amp;#39;s a miscarriage, will you give her&lt;br&gt;another chance?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The newest vitamin is made from chicken soup.&lt;br&gt;It makes men cocky and women lay better.&lt;p&gt;Following the birth of my second child, I called our insurance company&lt;br&gt;to inquire about my short-term disability policy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I just had a baby,&amp;quot; I proudly announced to the representative who&lt;br&gt;picked up the phone.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Congratulations! I&amp;#39;ll get all of your information and activate your&lt;br&gt;policy,&amp;quot; she assured me.&lt;br&gt;After taking down basic information, like my name and address, she asked me,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Was this a work-related incident?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;You know you&amp;#39;re leading a sad life when a nymphomaniac tells you,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s just be friends.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-149380116683198374?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/149380116683198374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/149380116683198374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/xx-adult-puns.html' title='XX ADULT PUNS!'/><author><name>Meister 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&amp;#160;Not wanting to&lt;br&gt;leave the confessional unattended, and having no one else to assist&lt;br&gt;him he called his Rabbi friend from across the street and asked him to&lt;br&gt;cover for him.&lt;p&gt;The Rabbi told him he wouldn&amp;#39;t know what to say or do.&lt;p&gt;The Priest told him to come over and he&amp;#39;d stay with him for a little&lt;br&gt;bit to show him what to do.&lt;p&gt;The Rabbi dutifully came over. &amp;#160;The Rabbi and the Priest were in the&lt;br&gt;confessional working out the details.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, a woman came in and said, &amp;quot;Father, forgive me for&lt;br&gt;I have sinned.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The priest asked, &amp;quot;What did you do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman said, „I committed adultery.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Priest: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;How many times?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Woman: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Three times.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Priest: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Say two Hail Mary‚s, put five dollars in the donation box,&lt;br&gt;go and sin no more.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later a man entered the confessional. &amp;#160;He said, &amp;quot;Father,&lt;br&gt;forgive me for I have sinned.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Priest: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;What did you do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Man: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;I committed adultery.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Priest: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;How many times?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Man: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Three times.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Priest: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Say two Hail Mary&amp;#39;s, put five dollars in the box, go and sin no more.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Rabbi told the Priest that he thought he understood the procedure,&lt;br&gt;so the Priest left.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later another woman entered and said, &amp;quot;Father, forgive&lt;br&gt;me for I have sinned.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Rabbi: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;What did you do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Woman: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;I committed adultery.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Rabbi: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;How many times?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Woman: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Once.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Rabbi: &amp;#160;&amp;quot;Go do it two more times. &amp;#160;We have a special this week, three&lt;br&gt;for five dollars!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-5950506139373280438?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5950506139373280438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5950506139373280438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2012/01/rabbi-hears-confession.html' title='A Rabbi Hears Confession !'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7899937896048362162</id><published>2011-12-28T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:42:51.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on the bed</title><content type='html'>A fifty-ish woman was at home happily jumping on her bed and squealing&lt;br&gt;with delight.&lt;br&gt;Her husband watches her for a while and asks,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look?,&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the matter with you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman continues to bounce on the bed and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care, I just came from having a mammogram and the doctor says&lt;br&gt;I have the breasts of an 18 year-old&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt;The husband said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;What did he say about your 60 year old ass?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Your name never came up,&amp;quot; she replied.&lt;p&gt;(Men . . . They just never know when to shut up, do they?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7899937896048362162?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7899937896048362162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7899937896048362162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/jumping-on-bed.html' title='Jumping on the bed'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1840715846582908348</id><published>2011-12-28T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T12:12:08.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the boss</title><content type='html'>The Boss was complaining in our staff meeting the other day that he&lt;br&gt;wasn&amp;#39;t getting any respect.&lt;p&gt;The next day, he brought a small sign that read:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m the Boss!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He then taped it to his office door.&lt;p&gt;Later that day when he returned from lunch, he found that someone had&lt;br&gt;taped a note to the sign that said: -&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your wife called, she wants her sign back!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1840715846582908348?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1840715846582908348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1840715846582908348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the boss'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-442454590908199670</id><published>2011-12-28T00:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:20:51.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Senility</title><content type='html'>An elderly man went to his doctor and said, &amp;#39;Doc, I think I&amp;#39;m getting&lt;br&gt;senile.Several times lately, I have forgotten to zip up.&amp;#39; &amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s not&lt;br&gt;senility,&amp;#39; replied the doctor. &amp;#39;Senility is when you forget to zip&lt;br&gt;down.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A married Irishman went into the confessional and said to his priest,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;I almost had an affair with another woman.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The priest said, &amp;#39;What do you mean, almost?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman said, &amp;#39;Well, we got undressed and rubbed together, but&lt;br&gt;then I stopped.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The priest said, &amp;#39;Rubbing together is the same as putting it in.&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re not to see that woman again. For your penance, say five Hail&lt;br&gt;Mary&amp;#39;s and put $50 in the poor box.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman left the confessional, said his prayers, and then walked&lt;br&gt;over to the poor box.&lt;p&gt;He paused for a moment and then started to leave.&lt;p&gt;The priest, who was watching, quickly ran over to him saying, &amp;#39;I saw&lt;br&gt;that. You didn&amp;#39;t put any money in the poor box!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replied, &amp;#39;Yeah, but I rubbed the $50 on the box, and&lt;br&gt;according to you, that&amp;#39;s the same as putting it in!&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-442454590908199670?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/442454590908199670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/442454590908199670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/senility.html' title='Senility'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1453948244555574233</id><published>2011-12-27T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:12:52.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking</title><content type='html'>Teacher: Wer is ur homework?&lt;br&gt;Boy: Madam, plz check in FACEBOOK. I have uploaded a copy of it &amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;tagged you......&lt;p&gt;Gal 2 her brother: Wat r u gng to gift grandma on her bday?&lt;br&gt;Boy: Football&lt;br&gt;Gal: But grandma doesnt play football?&lt;br&gt;Boy: On my bday she gav me books...&lt;p&gt;UKG Kid: Dad can v go to McDonald today.&lt;br&gt;Dad: ya but only when u spell McDonald correctly.&lt;br&gt;Kid thought for a moment &amp;amp; said, k forget it dad let&amp;#39;s go to KFC&lt;p&gt;Teacher to kid: Write a note on Srilanka.&lt;br&gt;Kid wrote: Its a country whose map cums free along with d India map.&lt;p&gt;A drunk guy falls from 1st floor.&lt;br&gt;People gathered around n asked him wat happend?&lt;br&gt;He said... &amp;quot;I dont knw, I also came down Just now..!!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1453948244555574233?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1453948244555574233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1453948244555574233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/social-networking.html' title='Social Networking'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8344241747756284668</id><published>2011-12-25T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:53:12.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Touching" Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>A married couple had been out shopping in a mall for the day.&lt;br&gt;Suddenly, the wife realized her husband had disappeared.&lt;p&gt;The somewhat irate spouse called her mate&amp;#39;s cell phone and demanded,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Where the hell are you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Husband: &amp;quot;Darling you remember that Jewelery shop where you saw the&lt;br&gt;Diamond Necklace and fell in love with it and I didn&amp;#39;t have money that&lt;br&gt;time and said Baby it&amp;#39;ll be yours one day.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Wife, with a smile blushing: &amp;quot;Yes, I remember that my Love.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Husband: &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m in the Bar next to that shop.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8344241747756284668?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8344241747756284668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8344241747756284668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/touching-christmas-story.html' title='A &quot;Touching&quot; Christmas Story'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6500478583985801918</id><published>2011-12-25T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T10:51:40.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATION 1. 1</title><content type='html'>In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated&lt;br&gt;the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and&lt;p&gt;red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, using God&amp;#39;s great gifts, Satan created Ben and Jerry&amp;#39;s Ice Cream&lt;br&gt;and Krispy Creme Donuts. And Satan said, &amp;quot;You want chocolate with&lt;p&gt;that?&amp;quot; And Man said, &amp;quot;Yes!&amp;quot; and Woman said, &amp;quot;and as long as you&amp;#39;re at&lt;br&gt;it, add some sprinkles.&amp;quot; And they both gained 10 pounds each. And&lt;p&gt;Satan smiled.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it came to pass thet God created the healthful yogurt that Woman&lt;br&gt;might keep her figure that Man found so curvy and appealing. And&lt;p&gt;Satan brought forth&amp;#160;white flour from&amp;#160;the&amp;#160;wheat, and sugar from the&lt;br&gt;cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So God said, &amp;quot;Try my fresh green salad.&amp;quot; And Satan presented&lt;br&gt;Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the&lt;br&gt;side.&lt;p&gt;And Man and Woman unfastened their belts following the repast.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;God then said, &amp;quot;I have sent you heart healthy vegetables and olive oil&lt;br&gt;in which to cook them.&amp;quot; And Satan brought forth deep fried fish and&lt;p&gt;chicken-fried steak so big it needed its own platter. And Man gained&lt;br&gt;more weight and his cholesterol went through the roof.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;God then created a light, fluffy white cake, named it &amp;quot;Angel Food&lt;br&gt;Cake,&amp;quot; and said, &amp;quot;It is good.&amp;quot; Satan then created chocolate cake and&lt;br&gt;named&lt;p&gt;it &amp;quot;Devil&amp;#39;s Food Cake.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;God then brought forth running shoes so that His children might lose&lt;br&gt;those extra pounds. And Satan gave cable TV with a remote control so&lt;p&gt;Man would not have to toil changing the channels. And Man and Woman&lt;br&gt;laughed and cried before the flickering blue light and gained pounds.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then God brought forth the potato, naturally low in fat and brimming&lt;br&gt;with nutrition. And Satan peeled off the healthful skin and sliced the&lt;p&gt;starchy center into chips and deep-fried them. And Man gained pounds.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;God then gave lean beef so that Man might consume fewer calories and&lt;br&gt;still satisfy his appetite. And Satan created McDonald&amp;#39;s and its&lt;p&gt;99-cent double cheeseburger. Then said, &amp;quot;You want fries with that?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;And Man replied, &amp;quot;Yes! And super size them!&amp;quot; And Satan said, &amp;quot;It is&lt;p&gt;good.&amp;quot; And Man went into cardiac arrest.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;God sighed and created quadruple bypass surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6500478583985801918?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6500478583985801918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6500478583985801918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/creation-1-1.html' title='CREATION 1. 1'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7406494513082034998</id><published>2011-12-23T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:01:22.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - Sydney (Australia) Radio Competition</title><content type='html'>This got the whole of Sydney laughing....&lt;br&gt;Just imagine sitting in traffic on your way to work and hearing this.&lt;br&gt;Many Sydney folks heard this on the FOX FM morning show in Sydney .&lt;p&gt;The DJs play a game called &amp;#39;Mate Match&amp;#39;. The DJ calls someone at work&lt;br&gt;and ask if they are married or seriously involved with someone. If the&lt;br&gt;contestant answers &amp;#39;yes&amp;#39;, he or she is then asked 3 random yet highly&lt;br&gt;personal questions.&lt;p&gt;The person is also asked to divulge the name of their partner with&lt;br&gt;(phone number) for verification. If their partner answers those same&lt;br&gt;three questions correctly, they both win the prize.&lt;br&gt;The Harbour City dropped to its knees with laughter and is possibly&lt;br&gt;the funniest thing you&amp;#39;ve heard yet .&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here&amp;#39;s how it all went down:&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Hey! This is Ed on FOX-FM. Have you ever heard of &amp;#39;Mate Match&amp;#39;?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Contestant: (laughing) &amp;#39;Yes, I have.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Great! Then you know we&amp;#39;re giving away a trip to the Gold Coast&lt;br&gt;if you win. What is your name? First only please.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Contestant: &amp;#39;Brian.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Brian, are you married or what?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing nervously) &amp;#39;Yes, I am married.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Thank you. Now, what is your wife&amp;#39;s name? First only please.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;Sara.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Is Sara at work, Brian?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;She is gonna kill me.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing) &amp;#39;Yes, she&amp;#39;s at work.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Okay, first question - when was the last time you had s*x?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;About 8 o&amp;#39;clock this morning.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Atta boy, Brian.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing sheepishly) &amp;#39;Well...&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Question #2 - How long did it last?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;About 10 minutes.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Wow! You really want that trip, h! uh? No one would ever have&lt;br&gt;said that if a trip wasn&amp;#39;t at stake.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;Yeah, that trip sure would be nice.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Okay. Final question. Where did you have s*x at 8 o&amp;#39;clock this =morning?&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing hard) &amp;#39;I, ummm, I, well...&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;This sounds good, Brian. Where was it at?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;Not that it was all that great, but her mum is staying with us&lt;br&gt;for couple of weeks...&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Uh huh...&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;...and the Mother-In-Law was in the shower at the time.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Atta boy, Brian.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;On the kitchen table.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Not that great?? That is more adventure than the previous hundred&lt;br&gt;times I&amp;#39;ve done it. Okay folks, I will put Brian on hold, get his&lt;br&gt;wife&amp;#39;s work number and call her up.&lt;p&gt;You listen to this.&amp;#39; [ 3 minutes of commercials follow. ]&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Okay audience; let&amp;#39;s call Sarah, shall we?&amp;#39; (Touch tones......ringing...)&lt;p&gt;Clerk: &amp;#39;Kinkos.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Hey, is Sarah around there somewhere?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Clerk: &amp;#39;This is she.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Sarah, this is Ed with FOX-FM. We are live on the air right now&lt;br&gt;and I&amp;#39;ve been talking with Brian for a couple of hours now.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: (laughing) &amp;#39;A couple of hours?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Well, a while now. He is on the line with us. Brian knows not to&lt;br&gt;give any..answers away or you&amp;#39;ll lose.Sooooooo... Do you know the&lt;br&gt;rules of &amp;#39;Mate Match&amp;#39;?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;No.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Good!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing)&lt;p&gt;Sarah: (laughing) &amp;#39;Brian, what the hell are you up to?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: (laughing) &amp;#39;Just answer his questions honestly, okay? Be&lt;br&gt;completely honest..&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Yeah yeah yeah. Sure. Now, I will ask you 3 questions, Sarah. If&lt;br&gt;your answers match Brian&amp;#39;s answers, then the both of you will be off&lt;br&gt;to the Gold Coast for 5 days on us.&lt;p&gt;Sarah: (laughing) &amp;#39;Yes.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;All right. When did you last have s*x, Sarah?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;Oh God, Brian....uh, this morning before Brian went to work.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;What time?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;Around 8 this morning.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Very ! good. Nex! t question. How long did it last?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;12, 15 minutes maybe.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Hmmmm. That&amp;#39;s close enough. I am sure she is trying to protect&lt;br&gt;his manhood. We&amp;#39;ve got one last question, Sarah. You are one question&lt;br&gt;away from a trip to the Gold Coast. Are you ready?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: (laughing) &amp;#39;Yes.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;Where did you have it?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;OH MY GOD, BRIAN!! You didn&amp;#39;t tell them that did you?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Brian: &amp;#39;Just tell him, honey.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: &amp;#39;What is bothering you so much, Sarah?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;Well...&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ: Come on Sarah.....where did you have it?&lt;p&gt;Sarah: &amp;#39;Up the arse.....&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;They had to call an ambulance for the DJ he thought he was going to&lt;br&gt;have a heart attack , he could not stop laughing. Apparently there was&lt;br&gt;an unusually high call out of the Sydney Police just after this&lt;br&gt;conversation , for minor traffic collisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7406494513082034998?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7406494513082034998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7406494513082034998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/xx-sydney-australia-radio-competition.html' title='XX - Sydney (Australia) Radio Competition'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3886759395039521605</id><published>2011-12-21T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:32:28.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working late Night!</title><content type='html'>One dark night two men were walking home after a party and decided to&lt;br&gt;take a shortcut through the cemetery just for laughs.&lt;p&gt;Right in the middle of the cemetery they were startled by a&lt;br&gt;tap-tap-tapping noise coming from the misty shadows.&lt;p&gt;Trembling with fear, they found an old man with a hammer and chisel,&lt;br&gt;chipping away at one of the headstones.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Holy cow, Mister,&amp;quot; one of them said after catching his breath, &amp;quot;You&lt;br&gt;scared us half to death we thought you were a ghost! What are you&lt;br&gt;doing working here so late at night?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Those fools!&amp;quot; the old man grumbled. &amp;quot;They misspelled my name!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3886759395039521605?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3886759395039521605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3886759395039521605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-late-night.html' title='Working late Night!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1539912923054110959</id><published>2011-12-21T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:32:01.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singing Parrot...</title><content type='html'>One Christmas Eve, a frenzied young man ran into a pet shop looking&lt;br&gt;for an unusual Christmas gift for his wife. The shop owner suggested a&lt;br&gt;parrot, named Chet, which could sing famous Christmas carols. This&lt;br&gt;seemed like the perfect gift.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do I get him to sing?&amp;quot; The young man asked, excitedly.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Simply hold a lighted match directly under his feet.&amp;quot; was the shop&lt;br&gt;owner&amp;#39;s reply.&lt;p&gt;The shop owner held a lighted match under the parrot&amp;#39;s left foot. Chet&lt;br&gt;began to sing: &amp;quot;Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! ...&amp;quot; The shop owner then&lt;br&gt;held another match under the parrot&amp;#39;s right foot. Then Chet&amp;#39;s tune&lt;br&gt;changed, and the air was filled with: &amp;quot; Silent Night, Holy Night...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The young man was so impressed that he paid the shop-keeper and ran&lt;br&gt;home as quickly as he could with Chet under his arm. When the wife saw&lt;br&gt;her gift she was overwhelmed.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How beautiful!&amp;quot; She exclaimed, &amp;quot;Can he talk?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the young man replied, &amp;quot;But he can sing. Let me show you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So the young man whipped out his lighter and placed it under Chet&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;left foot, as the shop-keeper had shown him, and Chet crooned: &amp;quot;Jingle&lt;br&gt;Bells! Jingle bells!...&amp;quot; The man then moved the lighter to Chet&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;right foot, and out came: &amp;quot;Silent Night, Holy night...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The wife, her face filled with curiosity, then asked, &amp;quot;What if we hold&lt;br&gt;the lighter between his legs?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man did not know. &amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s try it,&amp;quot; he answered, eager to please his&lt;br&gt;wife. So they held the lighter between Chet&amp;#39;s legs. Chet twisted his&lt;br&gt;face, cleared his throat, and the little parrot sang out loudly like&lt;br&gt;it was the performance of his life:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Chet&amp;#39;s nuts roasting on an open fire....&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1539912923054110959?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1539912923054110959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1539912923054110959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/singing-parrot.html' title='The Singing Parrot...'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3013467421113225617</id><published>2011-12-21T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:31:25.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Modesty</title><content type='html'>A Catholic, a Protestant, a Muslim and a Jew were&amp;#160;in a discussion&lt;br&gt;after&amp;#160;a&amp;#160;dinner.&lt;p&gt;Catholic: &amp;quot;I have a large fortune....I am going to buy Citibank!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Protestant:&amp;quot;I am very wealthy and will buy General Motors!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Muslim:&amp;#160;&amp;quot;I am a fabulously rich prince.... I intend to&amp;#160;purchase Microsoft!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;They&amp;#160;then all wait for the Jew to speak...&lt;p&gt;The Jew stirs his coffee, places the spoon neatly on the table, takes&lt;br&gt;a sip of his coffee, looks at them and casually says:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not selling...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3013467421113225617?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3013467421113225617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3013467421113225617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/jewish-modesty.html' title='Jewish Modesty'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7808374925960342923</id><published>2011-12-21T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:21:36.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>1. Money cannot buy happiness&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;Its more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes&lt;br&gt;Than on a bicycle.&lt;p&gt;2. Forgive your enemy&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;Remember the bastard&amp;#39;s name.....&lt;p&gt;3. Help someone when they are in trouble&lt;br&gt;And&lt;br&gt;They will remember you&lt;br&gt;When they&amp;#39;re in trouble again.&lt;p&gt;4. Many people are alive only&lt;br&gt;Because&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s illegal to shoot them...&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;5. Alcohol does not solve any problems,&lt;br&gt;But&lt;br&gt;Then again,&lt;br&gt;Neither does milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7808374925960342923?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7808374925960342923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7808374925960342923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-rules-to-remember-in-life.html' title='FIVE RULES TO REMEMBER IN LIFE'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7707562235479425709</id><published>2011-12-20T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T00:05:48.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>: When I was 10 -</title><content type='html'>Rubber meant eraser,&lt;p&gt;Ass meant donkey,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gay meant happy,&lt;p&gt;Straight meant linear,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making out meant &amp;#39;logical detection&amp;#39;,&lt;p&gt;Cock meant rooster,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pussy meant cat,&lt;p&gt;Stag meant a male deer,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prick meant a jab,&lt;p&gt;Poke meant a nudge,&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chick meant a baby hen,&lt;p&gt;Screw meant a carpenter&amp;#39;s implement&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And&lt;p&gt;A Tit was always for Tat!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn! -&lt;p&gt;English has changed so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7707562235479425709?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7707562235479425709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7707562235479425709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-i-was-10.html' title=': When I was 10 -'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-783055260373450289</id><published>2011-12-19T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:45:38.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose fault..not mine</title><content type='html'>While on a road trip, an elderly couple stopped&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;At a roadside restaurant for lunch.&lt;br&gt;After finishing their meal, they left the&amp;#160; restaurant, and resumed their trip.&lt;p&gt;When leaving, the elderly woman unknowingly&lt;br&gt;Left her glasses on the table, and she didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;Miss them until they had been driving for&lt;br&gt;About forty minutes.&lt;p&gt;By then, to add to the aggravation, they&lt;br&gt;Had to travel quite a distance before&amp;#160; they could find a place to turn around,&lt;br&gt;In order to return to the restaurant to&lt;br&gt;Retrieve her glasses.&lt;p&gt;All the way back, the elderly husband&lt;br&gt;Became the classic grouchy old man.&amp;#160; He fussed and complained, and scolded&lt;br&gt;His wife relentlessly during the entire&amp;#160; return drive. The more he chided her,&lt;br&gt;The more agitated he became. He just&amp;#160; wouldn&amp;#39;t let up for a single minute.&lt;p&gt;To her relief, they finally arrived at the restaurant.&lt;br&gt;As the woman got out of the&amp;#160; car, and hurried inside to retrieve her&lt;br&gt;glasses, the old geezer yelled to her,&lt;p&gt;While you&amp;#39;re in there, you might as well&lt;br&gt;Get my hat and the&lt;br&gt;Credit card.&lt;p&gt;This coming week is National Senior Mental&lt;br&gt;Health Week. You can do YOUR&amp;#160; part by&lt;br&gt;Remembering to contact at least one&amp;#160; unstable Senior to show you care.&lt;p&gt;I have now done MY part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-783055260373450289?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/783055260373450289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/783055260373450289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/whose-faultnot-mine.html' title='Whose fault..not mine'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7612367495977986134</id><published>2011-12-19T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:04:59.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning From Kids</title><content type='html'>For those with no children -&lt;br&gt;This is totally hysterical.&lt;p&gt;For those who already have children past this age,&lt;br&gt;This is hilarious.&lt;p&gt;For those who have children this age,&lt;br&gt;This is not funny.&lt;p&gt;For those who have children nearing this age,&lt;br&gt;This is a warning.&lt;p&gt;For those who have not yet had children,&lt;br&gt;This is birth control.&lt;p&gt;The following came from an anonymous Mother in Austin, Texas:&lt;p&gt;Things I&amp;#39;ve learned from my Boys (honest)...&lt;p&gt;1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. Ft.&lt;br&gt;House, 4 inches deep.&lt;p&gt;2. If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with&lt;br&gt;roller blades, they can ignite.&lt;p&gt;3. A 3-year old Boy&amp;#39;s voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.&lt;p&gt;4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong&lt;br&gt;enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a&lt;br&gt;Superman cape.&lt;br&gt;It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint&lt;br&gt;on all Four walls of a 20x20 ft. Room.&lt;p&gt;5. You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on.&lt;br&gt;When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few&lt;br&gt;times before you get a hit.&lt;br&gt;A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.&lt;p&gt;6. The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn&amp;#39;t stop a baseball hit&lt;br&gt;by a ceiling fan.&lt;p&gt;7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words &amp;quot;uh oh&amp;quot; it&amp;#39;s already too late.&lt;p&gt;8. Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.&lt;p&gt;9. A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a&lt;br&gt;36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.&lt;p&gt;10. Certain Lego&amp;#39;s will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy.&lt;p&gt;11. Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.&lt;p&gt;12. Super glue is forever.&lt;p&gt;13. No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t walk on water.&lt;p&gt;14. Pool filters do not like Jell-O.&lt;p&gt;15. VCRs do not eject &amp;quot;PB &amp;amp; J&amp;quot; sandwiches even though TV commercials&lt;br&gt;show they do.&lt;p&gt;16. Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.&lt;p&gt;17. Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.&lt;p&gt;18. You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.&lt;p&gt;19. Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not&lt;br&gt;like ovens.&lt;p&gt;20. The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.&lt;p&gt;21. The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.&lt;p&gt;22. It will, however, make cats dizzy.&lt;p&gt;23. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.&lt;p&gt;24. 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.&lt;p&gt;25. Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or&lt;br&gt;without kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7612367495977986134?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7612367495977986134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7612367495977986134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/learning-from-kids.html' title='Learning From Kids'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8201522273304754378</id><published>2011-12-18T14:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:43:28.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always a Sri Lankan Brain</title><content type='html'>Mathematician: How do you write 4 in between 5?&lt;p&gt;Chinese : Is this a joke?&lt;p&gt;Japanese : Impossible!&lt;p&gt;American : The question&amp;#39;s all wrong!&lt;p&gt;British : It&amp;#39;s not found on the Internet&lt;p&gt;And the Sri Lanka .......................................................&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;...................................................................&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;.............................................&amp;#160;f(iv)e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8201522273304754378?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8201522273304754378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8201522273304754378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-always-sri-lankan-brain.html' title='It&apos;s always a Sri Lankan Brain'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3800531916040755269</id><published>2011-12-15T10:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:52:54.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX - A Quick Adult Poem</title><content type='html'>I have a little poem,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll try to make it quick;&lt;br&gt;The subject is quite simple:&lt;br&gt;The joy of owning dick.&lt;p&gt;A penis is a splendid thing;&lt;br&gt;You ladies should be jealous.&lt;br&gt;An organ with such lovely skin,&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s smooth and mostly hairless.&lt;p&gt;It starts to grow so quickly&lt;br&gt;When a guy&amp;#39;s about thirteen,&lt;br&gt;His testicles on either side,&lt;br&gt;His willy in between.&lt;p&gt;It dangles neatly down below;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s softly warm and loyal.&lt;br&gt;But at the slightest hint of lust,&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s ready to uncoil.&lt;p&gt;It seems to have a mind all of its own;&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s like an untamed beast,&lt;br&gt;It squirms and writhes and stretches out,&lt;br&gt;Just when you &amp;#39;spect it least.&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, yes, it misbehaves,&lt;br&gt;Erecting when it shouldn&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;A bumpy train ride sets it off,&lt;br&gt;And then I wish it wouldn&amp;#39;t.&lt;p&gt;During summer, wearing little,&lt;br&gt;Sunning on the beach,&lt;br&gt;A glimpse of wobbly boobs or bums&lt;br&gt;Will make it squirm and reach.&lt;p&gt;But handle it with love and care,&lt;br&gt;For it will give great pleasure.&lt;br&gt;I often check if it has grown -&lt;br&gt;Now when did I last measure?&lt;p&gt;Some men will fret about their size:&lt;br&gt;They give it lots of thought;&lt;br&gt;Is seven inches long enough?&lt;br&gt;It makes them quite distraught.&lt;p&gt;They sneak a look in toilets,&lt;br&gt;Wondering what they&amp;#39;ll see,&lt;br&gt;But if another glances back at them,&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;s no way they can pee!&lt;p&gt;Masturbating is a sin -&lt;br&gt;At least some folks believe.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s just some old wives&amp;#39; tale,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;cause it really can relieve.&lt;br&gt;Without this super organ,&lt;br&gt;No shag would be complete.&lt;br&gt;Lesbians can try their best,&lt;br&gt;But must admit defeat.&lt;p&gt;It has some splendid functions,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure you will agree:&lt;br&gt;To start a whole new life,&lt;br&gt;And more than that - to pee!&lt;p&gt;But what seems most amazing&lt;br&gt;About my one-eyed flute,&lt;br&gt;Whatever it is doing,&lt;br&gt;It knows which juice to shoot.&lt;p&gt;And better yet, it stays with one,&lt;br&gt;Until one&amp;#39;s old and frail.&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t take it out in public though,&lt;br&gt;Or you&amp;#39;ll be thrown in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3800531916040755269?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3800531916040755269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3800531916040755269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/xxx-quick-adult-poem.html' title='XXX - A Quick Adult Poem'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1245603837074261678</id><published>2011-12-15T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T10:40:47.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardiologist's Funeral</title><content type='html'>A very prestigious cardiologist died and was given a very&lt;br&gt;Elaborate funeral by the hospital he worked for most of his life...&lt;br&gt;A huge heart covered in flowers stood behind the casket during the&lt;br&gt;Service as all the doctors from the hospital sat in awe. Following&lt;br&gt;The eulogy, the heart opened, and the casket rolled inside.The heart&lt;br&gt;Then closed, sealing the doctor in the beautiful heart forever.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;At that point, one of the mourners just burst into laughter.. When&lt;br&gt;All eyes stared at him, he said, &amp;#39;I am so sorry, I was just thinking&lt;br&gt;Of my own funeral... I&amp;#39;m a gynaecologist.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The vicar fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1245603837074261678?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1245603837074261678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1245603837074261678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/cardiologists-funeral.html' title='Cardiologist&apos;s Funeral'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6250733822521984488</id><published>2011-12-13T04:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T04:51:58.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some places I have and have not been...</title><content type='html'>I have been in many places, but I&amp;#39;ve never been in Cahoots.&lt;p&gt;Apparently, you can&amp;#39;t go alone.&lt;p&gt;You have to be in Cahoots with someone.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve also never been in Cognito.&lt;p&gt;I hear no one recognizes you there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have, however, been in Sane.&lt;p&gt;They don&amp;#39;t have an airport; you have to be driven there.&lt;p&gt;I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to go to Conclusions,&lt;p&gt;But you have to jump, and I&amp;#39;m not too much on physical activity anymore.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have also been in Doubt.&lt;p&gt;That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I&amp;#39;m in Capable, and I go there more often as I&amp;#39;m getting older.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my favourite places to be is in Suspense!&lt;p&gt;It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart!&lt;p&gt;At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, sometimes I think I am in Vincible but life shows me I am not!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been in Deep-shit many times; the older I get, the easier it is&lt;br&gt;to get there.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6250733822521984488?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6250733822521984488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6250733822521984488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/some-places-i-have-and-have-not-been.html' title='Some places I have and have not been...'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2901032495863428064</id><published>2011-12-13T04:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T04:44:46.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX: NEVER ENOUGH</title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Doc, I&amp;#39;ve got this problem&amp;quot; the man says. &amp;quot;My secretary, she loves to&lt;br&gt;give blow jobs.&lt;p&gt;Every morning when I get to work I get a blow job. She gives me a&lt;br&gt;quick one before I leave for lunch.&lt;p&gt;And before I leave work at the end of the day, she really works me over.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So what seems to be the problem?&amp;quot; the doctor asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, you see, my wife is a nymphomaniac&amp;quot; the man continued.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I service her every morning when we get up.&lt;p&gt;I go home for a quick half hour every day at lunchtime and then we&lt;br&gt;have a marathon session each night before we go to sleep.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I still don&amp;#39;t know what your problem is&amp;quot; said the doctor.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, every time I masturbate, I get these dizzy spells.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2901032495863428064?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2901032495863428064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2901032495863428064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/xxx-never-enough.html' title='XXX: NEVER ENOUGH'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3397675311375021711</id><published>2011-12-13T04:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T04:43:08.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That May Sound Dirty , But Are Not</title><content type='html'>* Top Ten Things that sound dirty,&lt;br&gt;But are not, in a LAW firm:&lt;p&gt;10. Have you looked through her briefs?&lt;p&gt;9. He is one hard judge.&lt;p&gt;8. Counselor, let&amp;#39;s do it in chambers.&lt;p&gt;7. Her attorney withdrew at the last minute.&lt;p&gt;6. Is it a penal offence?&lt;p&gt;5. Better leave the handcuffs on.&lt;p&gt;4. For $200 an hour, she better be good!&lt;p&gt;3. Can you get him to drop his suit?&lt;p&gt;2. The judge gave her the stiffest one he could.&lt;p&gt;And the number 1 thing that sounds dirty but in law isn&amp;#39;t&lt;p&gt;1. Think you can get me off?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;* Top Ten Things that sound dirty,&lt;br&gt;But are not, in the OFFICE:&lt;p&gt;10. I need to whip it out by 5.&lt;p&gt;9. Mind if I use your laptop?&lt;p&gt;8. Just stick it in my box.&lt;p&gt;7. If I have to lick one more, I&amp;#39;ll gag!&lt;p&gt;6. I want it on my desk, NOW!!!!!&lt;p&gt;5. HMMM, I think it&amp;#39;s out of fluid!&lt;p&gt;4. My equipment is so old; it takes forever to finish.&lt;p&gt;3. It&amp;#39;s an entry-level position.&lt;p&gt;2. When do you think you&amp;#39;ll be getting off today?&lt;p&gt;And the number 1 thing that sounds dirty but at the office isn&amp;#39;t&lt;p&gt;1&amp;#160;It&amp;#39;s not fair. I do all the work while he just sits there!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;* Top Ten Things that sound dirty,&lt;br&gt;But are not, at GOLF:&lt;p&gt;10.Damn, my shaft is bent.&lt;p&gt;9. After 18 holes, I can barely walk.&lt;p&gt;8. You really whacked the hell out of that sucker.&lt;p&gt;7. Look at the size of his putter.&lt;p&gt;6. Keep your head down and spread your legs a bit more.&lt;p&gt;5. Mind if I join your threesome?&lt;p&gt;4. Stand with your back turned and drop it.&lt;p&gt;3. My hands are so sweaty I can&amp;#39;t get a good grip!&lt;p&gt;2. Nice stroke, but your follow-through leaves a lot to be desired.&lt;p&gt;And the number 1 thing that sounds dirty but in golf isn&amp;#39;t&lt;p&gt;1. Hold up! I need to wash my balls first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3397675311375021711?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3397675311375021711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3397675311375021711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-that-may-sound-dirty-but-are-not.html' title='Things That May Sound Dirty , But Are Not'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2998421986886265927</id><published>2011-12-12T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:43:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The office Christmas Party (starts lame but end is great)</title><content type='html'>Christmas Party Company Memo&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;TO: All Employees&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 1, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: Gala Christmas Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take&lt;br&gt;place on December 23rd, starting at noon in the private function room&lt;br&gt;at the Grill House. There will be a cash bar and plenty of drinks!&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ll have a small band playing traditional carols... feel free to&lt;br&gt;sing along. And don&amp;#39;t be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus! A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00 PM. Exchanges of&lt;br&gt;gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift&lt;br&gt;should be over $10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;pockets. This gathering is only for employees!&lt;br&gt;Our CEO will make a special announcement at that time!&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to you and your family,&lt;br&gt;Patty&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;TO: All Employees&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 2, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: Gala Holiday Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In no way was yesterday&amp;#39;s memo intended to exclude our Jewish&lt;br&gt;employees. We recognize that Hanukkah is an important holiday, which&lt;br&gt;often coincides with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year.&lt;br&gt;However, from now on, we&amp;#39;re calling it our &amp;quot;Holiday Party.&amp;quot; The same&lt;br&gt;policy applies to any other employees who are not Christians and to&lt;br&gt;those still celebrating Reconciliation Day. There will be no Christmas&lt;br&gt;tree and no Christmas carols will be sung. We will have other types of&lt;br&gt;music for your enjoyment.&lt;br&gt;Happy now?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Holidays to you and your family,&lt;br&gt;Patty&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;TO: All Employees&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 3, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: Holiday Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous&lt;br&gt;requesting a non-drinking table, you didn&amp;#39;t sign your name. I&amp;#39;m happy&lt;br&gt;to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a table that&lt;br&gt;reads, &amp;quot;AA Only&amp;quot;, you wouldn&amp;#39;t be anonymous anymore. How am I supposed&lt;br&gt;to handle this?&lt;p&gt;Somebody?&lt;p&gt;And sorry, but forget about the gift exchange, no gifts are allowed&lt;br&gt;since the union members feel that $10.00 is too much money and the&lt;br&gt;executives believe $10.00 is a little chintzy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;REMEMBER: NO GIFTS EXCHANGE WILL BE ALLOWED.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;To: All Employees&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 4, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: Generic Holiday Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a diverse group we are! I had no idea that December 20th begins&lt;br&gt;the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, which forbids eating and drinking&lt;br&gt;during daylight hours. There goes the party! Seriously, we can&lt;br&gt;appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does not accommodate&lt;br&gt;our Muslim employees&amp;#39; beliefs. Perhaps the Grill House can hold off on&lt;br&gt;serving your meal until the end of the party or else package&lt;br&gt;everything for you to take it home in little foil doggy baggy. Will&lt;br&gt;that work?&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I&amp;#39;ve arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit&lt;br&gt;farthest from the dessert buffet, and pregnant women will get the&lt;br&gt;table closest to the restrooms.&lt;p&gt;Gays are allowed to sit with each other. Lesbians do not have to sit&lt;br&gt;with Gay men, each group will have their own table.&lt;p&gt;Yes, there will be flower arrangement for the Gay men&amp;#39;s table.&lt;p&gt;To the person asking permission to cross dress, the Grill House asks&lt;br&gt;that no cross-dressing be allowed, apparently because of concerns&lt;br&gt;about confusion in the restrooms. Sorry.&lt;p&gt;We will have booster seats for short people.&lt;p&gt;Low-fat food will be available for those on a diet.&lt;br&gt;I am sorry to report that we cannot control the amount of salt used in&lt;br&gt;the food . The Grill House suggests that people with high blood&lt;br&gt;pressure taste a bite first.&lt;br&gt;There will be fresh &amp;quot;low sugar&amp;quot; fruits as dessert for diabetics, but&lt;br&gt;the restaurant cannot supply &amp;quot;no sugar&amp;quot; desserts. Sorry!&lt;p&gt;Did I miss anything?!?!?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patty&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;FROM: Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;TO: All F*%^ing Employees&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 5, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: The F*%^ing Holiday Party&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve had it with you vegetarian pricks!!! We&amp;#39;re going to keep this&lt;br&gt;party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can sit&lt;br&gt;quietly at the table furthest from the &amp;quot;grill of death,&amp;quot; as you so&lt;br&gt;quaintly put it, and you&amp;#39;ll get your f*%^ing salad bar, including&lt;br&gt;organic tomatoes. But you know, tomatoes have feelings, too. They&lt;br&gt;scream when you slice them. I&amp;#39;ve heard them scream. I&amp;#39;m hearing them&lt;br&gt;scream right NOW!&lt;p&gt;The rest of you f*%^ing wierdos can kiss my *ss. I hope you all have a&lt;br&gt;rotten holiday!&lt;p&gt;Drive drunk and die,&lt;p&gt;The B*tch from H*ll!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Company Memo&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FROM: Joan Bishop, Acting Human Resources Director&lt;p&gt;DATE: October 6, 2011&lt;p&gt;RE: Patty Lewis and Holiday Party&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy&lt;br&gt;recovery and I&amp;#39;ll continue to forward your cards to her.&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, management has decided to cancel our Holiday Party&lt;br&gt;and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off with full pay.&lt;p&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;p&gt;Joan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2998421986886265927?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2998421986886265927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2998421986886265927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/office-christmas-party-starts-lame-but.html' title='The office Christmas Party (starts lame but end is great)'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8172492464496025596</id><published>2011-12-12T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:42:54.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - Onions and X-mas Tree</title><content type='html'>A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father,&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Dad, how many&lt;br&gt;kinds of boobs are there?&lt;p&gt;The father, surprised, answers, &amp;#39;Well, son, there are three&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; kinds of boobs:&lt;br&gt;In her 20&amp;#39;s, a woman&amp;#39;s are like melons, round and firm.&lt;br&gt;In her 30&amp;#39;s to 40&amp;#39;s, they are like pears, still nice but&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; hanging a bit.&lt;br&gt;After 50, they are like onions&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Onions?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Yes, you see them and they make you cry.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Mum, how many&amp;#160;kinds of &amp;#39;willies&amp;#39; are there?&lt;p&gt;The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, &amp;#39;Well dear, a man&lt;br&gt;goes through three phases. In his 20&amp;#39;s, his willy is like an oak tree,&lt;br&gt;mighty and hard.&lt;br&gt;In his 30&amp;#39;s and 40&amp;#39;s, it is like a birch, flexible but&lt;br&gt;reliable. After his&lt;br&gt;60&amp;#39;s, it is like a Christmas Tree.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;A Christmas tree?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8172492464496025596?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8172492464496025596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8172492464496025596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/xx-onions-and-x-mas-tree.html' title='XX - Onions and X-mas Tree'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8709691029887190439</id><published>2011-12-12T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:38:17.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ALL MY EMAIL BUDDIES</title><content type='html'>As we progress through to the year 2012, I want to thank all of you&lt;br&gt;for your educational e-mails over the past year 2011. I am totally&lt;br&gt;screwed up now and have little chance of recovery.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I no longer open a bathroom door without using a paper towel, or have&lt;br&gt;the waitress put lemon slices in my ice water without worrying about&lt;br&gt;the bacteria on the lemon peel.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine&lt;br&gt;what has happened on it since it was last washed.&lt;p&gt;I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because&lt;br&gt;the number one pastime while driving alone is picking one&amp;#39;s nose.&lt;p&gt;Eating a little snack sends me on a guilt trip because I can only&lt;br&gt;imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t touch any woman&amp;#39;s purse for fear she has placed it on the&lt;br&gt;floor of a public restroom..&lt;p&gt;I MUST SEND MY SPECIAL THANKS to whoever sent me the one about rat&lt;br&gt;poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge&lt;br&gt;with every envelope that needs sealing.&lt;p&gt;ALSO, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.&lt;p&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny&lt;br&gt;Brown) who is about to die for the 1,387,258th time.&lt;p&gt;I no longer have any money, but that will change once I receive the&lt;br&gt;$15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for&lt;br&gt;participating in their special e-mail program.&lt;p&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking&lt;br&gt;out for me, and St. Theresa&amp;#39;s Novena has granted my every wish.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t have a drink in a bar because I&amp;#39;ll wake up in a bathtub full&lt;br&gt;of ice with my kidneys gone.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t eat at KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant&lt;br&gt;freaks with no eyes, feet or feathers.&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water&lt;br&gt;buffalo on a hot day.&lt;p&gt;THANKS TO YOU I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I&lt;br&gt;forward an e-mail to seven of my friends and make a wish within five&lt;br&gt;minutes.&lt;p&gt;BECAUSE OF YOUR CONCERN, I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can&lt;br&gt;remove toilet stains.&lt;p&gt;I no longer buy gas without taking someone along to watch the car so a&lt;br&gt;serial killer doesn&amp;#39;t crawl in my back seat when I&amp;#39;m filling up.&lt;p&gt;I no longer use Cling Wrap in the microwave because it causes seven&lt;br&gt;different types of cancer.&lt;p&gt;AND THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW I can&amp;#39;t boil a cup of water in the&lt;br&gt;microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face. Disfiguring me&lt;br&gt;for life.&lt;p&gt;I no longer go to the movies because I could be pricked with a needle&lt;br&gt;infected with AIDS when I sit down.&lt;p&gt;I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a&lt;br&gt;perfume sample and rob me.&lt;p&gt;And I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a&lt;br&gt;number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica ,&lt;br&gt;Uganda , Singapore , and Uzbekistan ...&lt;p&gt;I no longer buy cookies from Woolies since I now have their recipe..&lt;p&gt;THANKS TO YOU I can&amp;#39;t use anyone&amp;#39;s toilet but mine because a big black&lt;br&gt;snake could be lurking under the seat and cause me instant death when&lt;br&gt;it bites my butt.&lt;p&gt;AND THANKS TO YOUR GREAT ADVICE I can&amp;#39;t ever pick up $2 coin dropped&lt;br&gt;in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex&lt;br&gt;molester waiting to grab me as I bend over.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can&amp;#39;t do any gardening because I&amp;#39;m afraid I&amp;#39;ll get bitten by the&lt;br&gt;Violin Spider and my hand will fall off.&lt;p&gt;If you don&amp;#39;t send this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next&lt;br&gt;70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00&lt;br&gt;p.m. tomorrow afternoon, and the fleas from 120 camels will infest&lt;br&gt;your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur&lt;br&gt;because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbour&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;ex-mother-in-law&amp;#39;s second husband&amp;#39;s cousin&amp;#39;s best friend&amp;#39;s beautician&lt;br&gt;. .&lt;p&gt;Oh, by the way.....&lt;p&gt;A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has&lt;br&gt;discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their&lt;br&gt;e-mail with their hand on the mouse.&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t bother taking it off now, it&amp;#39;s too late.&lt;p&gt;P. S.: I now keep my toothbrush in the living room, because I was told&lt;br&gt;by e-mail that water splashes over 6 ft. out of the toilet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW YOU ALL HAVE YOURSELVES A VERY GOOD DAY...AND A HEALTHY LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8709691029887190439?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8709691029887190439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8709691029887190439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/to-all-my-email-buddies.html' title='TO ALL MY EMAIL BUDDIES'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6334490291545060616</id><published>2011-12-08T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T17:47:31.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aphorisms</title><content type='html'>1. The nicest thing about the future is .. . .. that it always starts&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; tomorrow.&lt;p&gt;2. Money will buy a fine dog, but only kindness will make him wag&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; his tail.&lt;p&gt;3. If you don&amp;#39;t have a sense of humor, you probably don&amp;#39;t have any&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; sense&amp;#160;at all.&lt;p&gt;4. Seat belts are not as confining as wheelchairs.&lt;p&gt;5. A good time to keep your mouth shut is when you&amp;#39;re in deep water.&lt;p&gt;6. How come it takes so little time for a child who is afraid of the dark&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;to become a teenager who wants to stay out all night?&lt;p&gt;7. Business conventions are important . . . because they demonstrate&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; how many people a company can operate without.&lt;p&gt;8. Why is it that at class reunions you feel younger than everyone else&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; looks?&lt;p&gt;9. Scratch a cat . . . and you will have a permanent job..&lt;p&gt;10. No one has more driving ambition than the teenage boy who wants&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; to buy a car.&lt;p&gt;11. There are no new sins; the old ones just get more publicity.&lt;p&gt;12. There are worse things than getting a call for a wrong number at 4&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; a.m. - like, it could be the right number.&lt;p&gt;13. No one ever says &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s only a game&amp;quot; when their team is winning.&lt;p&gt;14. I&amp;#39;ve reached the age where &amp;#39;happy hour&amp;#39; is a nap.&lt;p&gt;15. Be careful about reading the fine print .. . . There&amp;#39;s no way you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; going to like it.&lt;p&gt;16. The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; size bucket.&lt;p&gt;17. Do you realize that, in about 40 years, we&amp;#39;ll have thousands of old&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ladies running around with tattoos in strange places? (And rap&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; music will be the Golden Oldies!)&amp;#160; (How about in 5 years?)&lt;p&gt;18. Money can&amp;#39;t buy happiness -- but somehow it&amp;#39;s more comfortable&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; to cry in a Cadillac than in a Yugo.&lt;p&gt;19. After 60, if you don&amp;#39;t wake up aching in every joint, you&amp;#39;re probably&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; dead.&lt;p&gt;20. Always be yourself because the people that matter don&amp;#39;t mind .....&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; and the ones that mind don&amp;#39;t matter.&lt;p&gt;21. Life isn&amp;#39;t tied with a bow . . .. but it&amp;#39;s still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6334490291545060616?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6334490291545060616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6334490291545060616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/aphorisms.html' title='Aphorisms'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1632279536404637049</id><published>2011-12-08T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:35:27.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING!</title><content type='html'>A little boy blows up a balloon and starts flicking it all around the&lt;br&gt;house with his finger.&lt;br&gt;His mother tells him to stop it as he&amp;#39;s liable to break something, but&lt;br&gt;the boy continues.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; Mom screams. &amp;quot;Knock it off.&amp;quot; You&amp;#39;re going&amp;#160;&amp;#160; to break something.&lt;br&gt;He stops and eventually Mom leaves for a short trip to the shopping center.&lt;br&gt;Johnny starts up with the balloon again after his mom has left for the store...&lt;br&gt;He gives it one last flick and it lands in the toilet where he leaves it..&lt;br&gt;Mom comes in and while putting away the groceries gets a diarrhea run.&lt;br&gt;She can hardly make it to the toilet in time and SPLASH, out it comes.&lt;br&gt;When she&amp;#39;s finished, she looks down and can&amp;#39;t believe what she&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;seeing. She&amp;#39;s not sure what this big brown thing is in the toilet! She&lt;br&gt;calls her doctor. The doctor is baffled as she describes the&lt;br&gt;situation, but he assures her he&amp;#39;ll be over shortly to examine&lt;br&gt;everything.&lt;br&gt;When he arrives she leads him to the bathroom and he gets down on his&lt;br&gt;knees and takes a long, hard look at the thing. Finally, he takes out&lt;br&gt;his pen and sort of touches it to see what it might be and POP! The&lt;br&gt;balloon explodes and poop is everywhere. On him, the walls, etc.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Doctor! Doctor! Are you all right?&amp;quot; she asks.&lt;br&gt;He says, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve been in this business for over 30 years, and this is&lt;br&gt;the first time I&amp;#39;ve ever actually seen a fart !&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#39;re laughing aren&amp;#39;t you&lt;br&gt;...I know you are!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1632279536404637049?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1632279536404637049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1632279536404637049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-hear-you-laughing.html' title='CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6067408313122676697</id><published>2011-12-08T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:34:57.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, those West Indians</title><content type='html'>A Trinidadian, a Jamaican, a Barbadian and a Grenadian went to New York&lt;br&gt;for the Labor Day weekend. To save money, they decided to sleep two to&lt;br&gt;a room. No one wanted to room with Daryl, the Trinidadian, because he&lt;br&gt;snored so loudly. They decided it wasn&amp;#39;t fair for the same person to&lt;br&gt;stay with Daryl every night, so they voted to take turns.&lt;p&gt;The Grenadian slept with Daryl on the first night and came to&lt;br&gt;breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all&lt;br&gt;bloodshot. They said, &amp;#39;Man, what happened to you?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;He said, &amp;#39;Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all&lt;br&gt;night.&lt;p&gt;The next night it was the Barbadian&amp;#39;s turn. In the morning, he arrived for&lt;br&gt;breakfast with hair all disheveled, eyes all blood-shot. They said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Man, what happened to you? You look awful!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;He said, &amp;#39;Man, that Daryl! He shakes the roof. I watched him all night.&lt;p&gt;The third night was the Jamaican&amp;#39;s turn. Blacka was a big burly&lt;br&gt;Dread from Tivoli . The next morning he came to breakfast&lt;br&gt;bright-eyed and chipper.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Good morning,&amp;#39; he said. The others couldn&amp;#39;t believe it! They said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Man, what happened?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;He said, &amp;#39;Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed&lt;br&gt;and kissed him good night - said &amp;#39;nite nite darling&amp;#39;... &amp;#160;He sat up and&lt;br&gt;watched me all night long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6067408313122676697?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6067408313122676697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6067408313122676697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-those-west-indians.html' title='Oh, those West Indians'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2736878159479237407</id><published>2011-12-03T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:05:22.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish Christmas</title><content type='html'>The Teacher asked young Patrick Murphy: &amp;quot;What do you do at Christmas&lt;br&gt;time? Patrick addressed the class: &amp;quot;Well Ms. Jones, me and my twelve&lt;br&gt;brothers and sisters go to midnight mass and we sing hymns; then we&lt;br&gt;come home very late and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up&lt;br&gt;our stockings. Then all excited, we go to bed and wait for Father&lt;br&gt;Christmas to come with all our toys.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very nice Patrick,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;Now Jimmy Brown, what do you do at&lt;br&gt;Christmas?&amp;quot; Well, Ms. Jones, me and my sister also go to church with&lt;br&gt;Mom and Dad and we sing carols and we get home ever so late. We put&lt;br&gt;cookies and milk by the chimney and we hang up our stockings. We&lt;br&gt;hardly sleep, waiting for Santa Claus to bring our presents.&lt;p&gt;Realizing there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave&lt;br&gt;him out of the discussion, she asked, &amp;quot;Now, Isaac Cohen, what do you&lt;br&gt;do at Christmas?&amp;quot; Isaac said, &amp;quot;Well, it&amp;#39;s the same thing every year;&lt;br&gt;Dad comes home from the office.&amp;#160; We all pile into Dads Rolls Royce and&lt;br&gt;drive to his toy factory.&amp;#160; When we get inside, we look at the empty&lt;br&gt;warehouse, and begin to sing, &amp;#39;What A Friend We Have in Jesus&amp;#39;.&amp;#160; Then&lt;br&gt;we all go to the Bahamas on Dads Yacht.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2736878159479237407?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2736878159479237407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2736878159479237407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/jewish-christmas.html' title='Jewish Christmas'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-5865948151030526390</id><published>2011-12-02T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T12:23:18.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - HAPPY BIRTH DAY</title><content type='html'>An old fella was celebrating 92 years on this earth! He spoke to his&lt;br&gt;toes. &amp;quot;Hello toes!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;How are you? You know, you are 92 Today.&lt;br&gt;Oh the times we&amp;#39;ve had! Remember we walked on the park in the summer&lt;br&gt;every Sunday Afternoon. The times we waltzed on the dance Floor? Happy&lt;br&gt;Birthday toes!&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello, knees,&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;How are you? You know you&amp;#39;re 92 today.&lt;br&gt;Oh, the times we&amp;#39;ve had! Remember when we marched in the parade? Oh,&lt;br&gt;the hurdles we&amp;#39;ve jumped together. Happy Birthday, knees.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Then, he looked down at his crotch. &amp;quot;Hello Willie !! You little&lt;br&gt;bugger. Just think. If you were alive today, you&amp;#39;d be 92 !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-5865948151030526390?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5865948151030526390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5865948151030526390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/xx-happy-birth-day.html' title='XX - HAPPY BIRTH DAY'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7936491805540382769</id><published>2011-12-02T11:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:17:31.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bad and Ugly ;</title><content type='html'>1st Case-&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Good: Your wife&amp;#39;s not talking to you.&lt;br&gt;Bad: She wants a divorce.&lt;br&gt;Ugly: She&amp;#39;s a lawyer!&lt;p&gt;2nd Case-&lt;br&gt;Good:Your son is finally maturing.&lt;br&gt;Bad:He&amp;#39;s involved with the woman next door.&lt;br&gt;Ugly: so are you!&lt;p&gt;3rd Case-&lt;br&gt;Good: Your son studies a lot in his room.&lt;br&gt;Bad:you find porn there.&lt;br&gt;Ugly: You&amp;#39;re in it.&lt;p&gt;4th Case-&lt;br&gt;Good: Your wife and you agree to no more kids.&lt;br&gt;Bad: She cant find her birth control pills.&lt;br&gt;Ugly: Your 15 year old daughter has them!&lt;p&gt;5th Case-&lt;br&gt;Good: you start telling your children about sex as they&amp;#39;re getting old.&lt;br&gt;Bad:They keep interrupting.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Ugly: With corrections!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7936491805540382769?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7936491805540382769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7936491805540382769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='Good Bad and Ugly ;'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3063333773762122969</id><published>2011-12-01T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:29:39.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Postman</title><content type='html'>One Monday morning the postman is walking through the neighbourhood on&lt;br&gt;his usual route, delivering the mail.&lt;p&gt;As he approaches one of the homes he&amp;#160; noticed that both cars were&lt;br&gt;still in the driveway.&lt;p&gt;His wonder was cut short by David, the homeowner, coming out with a&lt;br&gt;load of empty beer, wine and spirit bottles for the recycling bin.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Wow David, looks like you guys had one hell of a party last night,&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;the Postman comments.&lt;p&gt;David, in obvious pain, replies &amp;#39;Actually we had it Saturday&lt;br&gt;night.This is the first I have felt like moving since 4:00 am Sunday&lt;br&gt;morning.We had about 15 couples from around the neighbourhood over for&lt;br&gt;some weekend fun and it got a bit wild.&lt;p&gt;We all got so drunk around midnight that we started playing &amp;#39;WHO AM I.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Postman thinks a moment and says, &amp;#39;How do you play WHO AM I?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Well, all the guys go in the bedroom and come out one at a time&lt;br&gt;covered with a sheet with only the &amp;#39;family jewels&amp;#39; showing through a&lt;br&gt;hole in the sheet.&lt;p&gt;Then the women try to guess who it is..&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The postman laughs&amp;#160; and says, &amp;#39;Sounds like fun, I&amp;#39;m sorry I missed it.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Probably a good thing you did,&amp;#39; David responded.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Your name came up 7 times.&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3063333773762122969?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3063333773762122969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3063333773762122969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/12/postman.html' title='The Postman'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6254748102627700875</id><published>2011-11-30T11:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:23:52.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Substitute Sindhi for any other ethnicity...same deal.</title><content type='html'>A wealthy Sindhi parked his brand new Porsche Carrera at the front of&lt;br&gt;the office, ready to show it off to his colleagues.&lt;p&gt;As he got out, a truck came along too close to the kerb and completely&lt;br&gt;tore off the driver&amp;#39;s door. Fortunately, a cop in a police car was&lt;br&gt;close enough to see the accident and pulled up behind the Porsche, his&lt;br&gt;lights flashing.&lt;p&gt;But, before the cop had a chance to ask any questions, the Sindhi&lt;br&gt;started screaming hysterically about how his Porsche, which he had&lt;br&gt;just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would&lt;br&gt;never be the same, no matter how hard the body shop tries to make it&lt;br&gt;new again.&lt;p&gt;After the Sindhi finally calmed down a bit, the cop shook his head in&lt;br&gt;disgust, disbelief and wonder &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t believe how materialistic you&lt;br&gt;Sindhis are,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You are so focused on your possessions that&lt;br&gt;you neglect the most important things in life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How can you say such a thing?&amp;quot; asked the Sindhi.&lt;p&gt;The cop replied, &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you even realize that your left arm is&lt;br&gt;missing? It got ripped off when the truck hit you!!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OH, MY GOD!&amp;quot; screamed the Sindhi. &amp;quot;MY ROLEX!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6254748102627700875?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6254748102627700875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6254748102627700875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/substitute-sindhi-for-any-other.html' title='Substitute Sindhi for any other ethnicity...same deal.'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-81661114150795481</id><published>2011-11-28T16:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:16:47.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse notes to teachers from parents</title><content type='html'>These are real notes written by parents in the Memphis school&lt;br&gt;District .&lt;p&gt;Spellings have been left intact......&lt;p&gt;1. My son is under a doctor&amp;#39;s care and should not take PE today.&lt;br&gt;Please execute him.&lt;p&gt;2. Please exkuce Lisa for being absent she was sick and I had her shot.&lt;p&gt;3. Dear school: please ecsc&amp;#39;s john being absent on Jan. 28, 29, 30,&lt;br&gt;31, 32 and also 33.&lt;p&gt;4. Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is administrating.&lt;p&gt;5. Please excuse Roland from p.e. For a few days. Yesterday he fell&lt;br&gt;out of a tree and misplaced his hip.&lt;p&gt;6. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.&lt;p&gt;7. Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was&lt;br&gt;hurt in the growing part.&lt;p&gt;8. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered&lt;br&gt;by very close veins.&lt;p&gt;9. Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his side.&lt;p&gt;10. Please excuse ray Friday from school. He has very loose vowels.&lt;p&gt;11. Please excuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She&lt;br&gt;Had diahre dyrea direathe the shits.&lt;br&gt;12. Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday.. He had diarrhea,&lt;br&gt;and his boots leak.&lt;p&gt;13. Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.&lt;p&gt;14. Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father&amp;#39;s fault.&lt;p&gt;15. I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping&lt;br&gt;because I don&amp;#39;t know what size she wear.&lt;p&gt;16. Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to&lt;br&gt;get the Sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it Monday. We&lt;br&gt;thought it was Sunday.&lt;p&gt;17. Sally won&amp;#39;t be in school a week from Friday. We have to attend her funeral.&lt;p&gt;18. My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent&lt;br&gt;a weekend with the marines.&lt;p&gt;19. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and&lt;br&gt;could not breed well.&lt;p&gt;20. Please excuse Mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.&lt;p&gt;21. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.&lt;p&gt;22. Please excuse Brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor.&lt;p&gt;23. Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a fever,&lt;br&gt;Sorethroat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick,&lt;br&gt;fever an sore throat , her brother had a low grade fever and ached all&lt;br&gt;over. I wasn&amp;#39;t the best either, sore throat and fever.&lt;br&gt;There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-81661114150795481?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/81661114150795481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/81661114150795481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/excuse-notes-to-teachers-from-parents.html' title='Excuse notes to teachers from parents'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3458946985004299186</id><published>2011-11-26T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:48:58.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Last Wish</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;John was on his deathbed and gasped pitifully. &amp;quot;Give me one last&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;request, Dear,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;Of course, John,&amp;quot; his wife said softly.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;Six months after I die,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want you to marry Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;quot;But I thought you hated Joe,&amp;quot; she said.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;With his last breath, John said, &amp;quot;I do!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3458946985004299186?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3458946985004299186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3458946985004299186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/johns-last-wish.html' title='John&apos;s Last Wish'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1379317151061427994</id><published>2011-11-26T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T08:44:57.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT Is a Faux Pas ??</title><content type='html'>One day, Bertie Wooster decided to read a book.&lt;br&gt;On the very first page he came across an unfamiliar word. So he called&lt;br&gt;out to Jeeves.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Jeeves, what is this &amp;#39;fox pass&amp;#39;?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;This what, sir?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;Fox pass&amp;#39;, Jeeves.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, that would be &amp;#39;faux pas&amp;#39;, sir.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, dash it, whatever.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well sir, let me explain it this way. Do you remember last weekend&lt;br&gt;when Miss Plushbottom came to stay for the weekend?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And do you remember how on Sunday morning you pricked your finger on a rose?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And do you remember how, later, at breakfast, Miss Plushbottom asked:&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#39;Is your prick still throbbing, Bertie?&amp;#39;, and you dropped a pot of marmalade?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Jeeves&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well, that, sir, was a faux pas&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1379317151061427994?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1379317151061427994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1379317151061427994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-is-faux-pas.html' title='WHAT Is a Faux Pas ??'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3447965092174051508</id><published>2011-11-23T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:38:27.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX Pussy Green - XXX</title><content type='html'>An Irishman went to Confession in St. Patrick&amp;#39;s Catholic Church.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Father&amp;#39;, he confessed, &amp;#39;it has been one month since my last&lt;br&gt;confession. I had sex with Pussy Green twice last month.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The priest told the sinner, &amp;#39;You are forgiven. Go out and say three&lt;br&gt;Hail Mary&amp;#39;s.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Soon thereafter, another Irish man entered the confessional. &amp;#39;Father,&lt;br&gt;it has been two months since my last confession. I&amp;#39;ve had sex with&lt;br&gt;Pussy Green twice a week for the past two months.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;This time, the priest questioned, &amp;#39;Who is this Pussy Green?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;A new woman in the neighbourhood,&amp;#39; the sinner replied.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Very well,&amp;#39; sighed the priest.. Go and say ten Hail Mary&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;At mass the next Christmas morning, as the priest prepared to deliver&lt;br&gt;the sermon, a tall, Voluptuous, drop-dead gorgeous woman entered the&lt;br&gt;sanctuary. The eyes of every man in the church fell upon her as she&lt;br&gt;slowly sashayed up the aisle and sat down right in front of the&lt;br&gt;priest. Her dress was green and very short, and she wore matching,&lt;br&gt;shiny emerald-green shoes.&lt;p&gt;The priest and the altar boy gasped as the woman in the green dress&lt;br&gt;and matching green shoes sat with her legs spread slightly apart, but&lt;br&gt;just enough to realize she wasn&amp;#39;t wearing any underwear.&lt;p&gt;The priest turned to the altar boy and whispered,&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Is that Pussy Green?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The bug-eyed altar boy couldn&amp;#39;t believe his ears but managed to calmly reply,&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;No Father, I think it&amp;#39;s just a reflection from her shoes&amp;#39;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3447965092174051508?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3447965092174051508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3447965092174051508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/xxx-pussy-green-xxx.html' title='XXX Pussy Green - XXX'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6981126477361517742</id><published>2011-11-23T11:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T11:41:35.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Hind Lick Maneuver'</title><content type='html'>Two hillbillies walk into a restaurant down south. While having a bite&lt;br&gt;to eat, they talked about their moonshine operation.&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins&lt;br&gt;to cough. After a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in&lt;br&gt;real distress. One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, &amp;#39;Kin ya&lt;br&gt;swallar?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The woman shakes her head no.&lt;br&gt;Then he asks, &amp;#39;Kin ya breathe?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.&lt;p&gt;The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down&lt;br&gt;her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his&lt;br&gt;tongue.&lt;br&gt;The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the&lt;br&gt;obstruction flies out of her mouth.&lt;p&gt;As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to his table.&lt;br&gt;His partner says, &amp;#39;Ya know,&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;d heerd of that there &amp;#39;Hind Lick Maneuver&amp;#39; but I ain&amp;#39;t niver seed&lt;br&gt;nobody do it!&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6981126477361517742?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6981126477361517742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6981126477361517742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/hind-lick-maneuver.html' title='&apos;Hind Lick Maneuver&apos;'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8641124061444456086</id><published>2011-11-21T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:12:41.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oldies - HOW TO START A FIGHT...</title><content type='html'>One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a&lt;br&gt;Christmas gift...&lt;p&gt;The next year, I didn&amp;#39;t buy her a gift.&lt;p&gt;When she asked me why, I replied, &amp;quot;Well, you still haven&amp;#39;t used the&lt;br&gt;gift I bought you last year!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And that&amp;#39;s how the fight started.....&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;p&gt;My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed.&lt;p&gt;I turned to her and said, &amp;#39;Do you want to have Sex?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;No,&amp;#39; she answered. I then said,&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Is that your final answer?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;She didn&amp;#39;t even look at me this time, simply saying, &amp;#39;Yes..&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;So I said, &amp;quot;Then I&amp;#39;d like to phone a friend.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And that&amp;#39;s when the fight started...&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;p&gt;When our lawn mower broke and wouldn&amp;#39;t run, my wife kept hinting to me&lt;br&gt;that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else&lt;br&gt;to take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer..&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Always something more important to me. Finally she thought of a&lt;br&gt;clever way to make her point.&lt;br&gt;When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,&lt;br&gt;busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched&lt;br&gt;silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone&lt;br&gt;only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the&lt;br&gt;driveway.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.&lt;br&gt;____________________________&lt;p&gt;My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s on TV?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I said, &amp;quot;Dust.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;p&gt;________________________________&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.&lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;quot;I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I bought her a bathroom scale.&lt;p&gt;And then the fight started......&lt;p&gt;______________________________&lt;p&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for&lt;br&gt;Social Security.&lt;p&gt;The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver&amp;#39;s License to verify my age.&lt;p&gt;I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I&lt;br&gt;told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and&lt;br&gt;come back later.&lt;p&gt;The woman said, &amp;#39;Unbutton your shirt&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.&lt;p&gt;She said, &amp;#39;That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me&amp;#39; and&lt;br&gt;she processed my Social Security application.&lt;p&gt;When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the&lt;br&gt;Social Security office. She said, &amp;#39;You should have dropped your pants.&lt;br&gt;You might have gotten disability too.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;br&gt;________________________________&lt;p&gt;My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.&lt;p&gt;She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, &amp;quot;I feel horrible;&lt;br&gt;I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;I replied, &amp;quot;Your eyesight&amp;#39;s damn near perfect.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And then the fight started........&lt;br&gt;_______________________________&lt;p&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!&lt;p&gt;The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!&lt;p&gt;He looked up at me and said &amp;#39;I am NOT Happy!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;So I said, &amp;#39;Well, which one ARE you then?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#39;s how the fight started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8641124061444456086?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8641124061444456086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8641124061444456086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/oldies-how-to-start-fight.html' title='Oldies - HOW TO START A FIGHT...'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-99728115189764216</id><published>2011-11-21T10:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T10:14:26.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - wrong answer by a young lady</title><content type='html'>A young lady got kicked out of math class one day.&lt;br&gt;The teacher asked &amp;#39;what comes after 69&amp;#39;?&lt;br&gt;Apparently &amp;#39;mouthwash&amp;#39; was the wrong answer...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-99728115189764216?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/99728115189764216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/99728115189764216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/xx-wrong-answer-by-young-lady.html' title='XX - wrong answer by a young lady'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-173924710128754832</id><published>2011-11-18T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:08:26.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes to take you through the week...</title><content type='html'>MONDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mother of a 17-year-old girl was concerned that her daughter was&lt;br&gt;having sex...&lt;br&gt;Worried the girl might become pregnant and adversely impact the&lt;br&gt;family&amp;#39;s status, she consulted the family doctor.&lt;br&gt;The doctor told her that teenagers today were very wilful and any&lt;br&gt;attempt to stop the girl would probably result in rebellion. He then&lt;br&gt;told her to arrange for her daughter to be put on birth control and&lt;br&gt;until then, talk to her and give her a box of condoms.&lt;br&gt;Later that evening, as her daughter was preparing for a date, the&lt;br&gt;mother told her about the situation and handed her a box of condoms.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl burst out laughing and reached over to hug her mother, saying,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Oh Mom! You don&amp;#39;t have to worry about that! I&amp;#39;m dating Susan!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TUESDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man went to church one day and afterward he stopped to shake the&lt;br&gt;preacher&amp;#39;s hand. He said, &amp;#39;Preacher, I&amp;#39;ll tell you, that was a damned&lt;br&gt;fine sermon. Damned good!&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The preacher said, &amp;#39;Thank you sir, but I&amp;#39;d rather you didn&amp;#39;t use profanity.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The man said, &amp;#39;I was so damned impressed with that sermon I put five&lt;br&gt;thousand dollars in the offering plate!&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The preacher said, &amp;#39;No shit?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brenda and Steve took their six-year-old son to the doctor.&lt;br&gt;With some hesitation, they explained that although their little angel&lt;br&gt;appeared to be in good health, they were concerned about his rather&lt;br&gt;small penis.&lt;br&gt;After examining the child, the doctor confidently declared, &amp;#39;Just feed&lt;br&gt;him pancakes.&amp;#160; That should solve the problem.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The next morning when the boy arrived at breakfast, there was a large&lt;br&gt;stack of warm pancakes in the middle of the table.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Gee, Mom,&amp;#39; he exclaimed, &amp;#39;for me?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Just take two,&amp;#39; Brenda replied.&amp;#160; &amp;#39;The rest are for your father.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THURSDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her&lt;br&gt;92-year-old husband in bed with another woman.&amp;#160; She became violent and&lt;br&gt;ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor apartment,&lt;br&gt;killing him instantly.&amp;#160; Brought before the court on the charge of&lt;br&gt;murder, she was asked if she had anything to say in her own defence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#39;Your Honour,&amp;#39; she began coolly, &amp;#39;I figured that at 92, if he could&lt;br&gt;screw, he could fly.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FRIDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Doctor was addressing a large audience in Tampa.&amp;#160; &amp;#39;The material we&lt;br&gt;put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting&lt;br&gt;here, years ago. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks corrode your stomach&lt;br&gt;lining.&amp;#160; Chinese food is loaded with MSG.&amp;#160; High fat diets can be&lt;br&gt;disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the&lt;br&gt;germs in our drinking water.&amp;#160; However, there is one thing that is the&lt;br&gt;most dangerous of all and we all have eaten, or will eat it. Can&lt;br&gt;anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and&lt;br&gt;suffering for years after eating it?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several seconds of quiet, a 75-year-old man in the front row&lt;br&gt;raised his hand, and softly said, &amp;#39;Wedding Cake.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATURDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country&lt;br&gt;Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old&lt;br&gt;blonde-haired woman who knocks everyone&amp;#39;s socks off with her youthful&lt;br&gt;sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob&amp;#39;s arm and listens intently&lt;br&gt;to his every word.&amp;#160; His buddies at the club are all aghast.&amp;#160; At the&lt;br&gt;very first chance, they corner him and ask, &amp;#39;Bob, how&amp;#39;d you get the&lt;br&gt;trophy girlfriend?&amp;#39;&amp;#160; Bob replies, &amp;#39;Girlfriend?&amp;#160; She&amp;#39;s my wife!&amp;#39;&amp;#160; They&lt;br&gt;are knocked over, but continue to ask.&amp;#160; &amp;#39;So, how&amp;#39;d you persuade her to&lt;br&gt;marry you?&amp;#39;&amp;#160; &amp;#39;I lied about my age,&amp;#39; Bob replies. &amp;#39;What, did you tell&lt;br&gt;her you were only 50?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bob smiles and says, &amp;#39;No, I told her I was 90.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUNDAY&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Groups of Americans were travelling by tour bus through Holland.&amp;#160; As&lt;br&gt;they stopped at a cheese farm, a young guide led them through the&lt;br&gt;process of cheese making, explaining that goat&amp;#39;s milk was used.&amp;#160; She&lt;br&gt;showed the group a lovely hillside where many goats were grazing.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;These,&amp;#39; she explained, &amp;#39;are the older goats put out to pasture when&lt;br&gt;they no longer produce.&amp;#39;&amp;#160; She then asked, &amp;#39;What do you do in America&lt;br&gt;with your old goats?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A spry old gentleman answered, &amp;#39;They send us on bus tours!&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-173924710128754832?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/173924710128754832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/173924710128754832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/jokes-to-take-you-through-week.html' title='Jokes to take you through the week...'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2602466308070580609</id><published>2011-11-11T11:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:01:53.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Indian's are Reborn.</title><content type='html'>The angel Gabriel came to the Lord and said: &amp;#39;I have to talk to you.&lt;p&gt;We have some Indians up here in heaven and they are causing problems.&lt;p&gt;They&amp;#39;re swinging on the pearly gates, my horn is missing, they are&lt;br&gt;wearing Dolce and Gabana sarees instead of their white robes,&lt;p&gt;they are riding Mercedes and BMWs instead of the chariots, and they&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;selling their halos to people for discounted prices.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;They refuse to keep the stairway to Heaven clear or clean, since they&lt;br&gt;keep crouching down midway eating samosas and drinking chai (tea).&lt;br&gt;Some of them are even walking around with just one wing !&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They do not believe in discipline and push their way through the line.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Lord said, &amp;#39;Indians are Indians. Heaven is home to all my&lt;br&gt;children. If you want to know about real problems, give Satan a call.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Satan answered the phone, &amp;#39;Hello? Damn, hold on a minute.&amp;#39; Satan&lt;br&gt;returned to the phone, &amp;#39;OK I&amp;#39;m back. What can I do for you?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Gabriel replied, &amp;#39;I just wanted to know what kind of problems you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;having down there.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Satan says, &amp;#39;Hold on again. I need to check on something.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;After about 5 minutes Satan returns to the phone and said, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m back.&lt;br&gt;Now what was the question?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Gabriel said, &amp;#39;What kind of problems are you having down there?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Satan says, &amp;#39;Man I don&amp;#39;t believe this .. Hold on.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;This time Satan was gone at least 15 minutes. He returned and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry Gabriel, I can&amp;#39;t talk right now. These Indians are trying&lt;br&gt;to install air conditioning and making hell a comfortable place to&lt;br&gt;live in by putting out the fire, which is there to keep them&lt;br&gt;uncomfortably hot!!Since they are so tech savvy, they were trying to&lt;br&gt;start a telephone and IT connection between heaven and hell between ME&lt;br&gt;and GOD.They have started a socal network service for the troubled and&lt;br&gt;believe in Karma and are good in convincing others.&lt;p&gt;Some were trying to start a chai - pakora, Chole batura, channa, Dosa&lt;br&gt;and samosa, barfi, Chakli and Dokla shop, which I had to stop.&lt;p&gt;Many have no trouble living in dirt as they are so used to it down on&lt;br&gt;earth. We have shortage of toilets to make them uncomfortable as this&lt;br&gt;is Hell, but they have no problems in doing everything outside in&lt;br&gt;open.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They are excellent in corrupting everyone and my staff are being&lt;br&gt;bribed by them and I have difficulty in controlling the graft and&lt;br&gt;corruption in Hell.&lt;p&gt;They never complain as this place seems to be better from where they&lt;br&gt;came. I am having such a hard time controlling and dealing with them!!&lt;br&gt;I am therefore requesting you&lt;p&gt;OH LORD, PLEASE send them back to earth as soon as they arrive for re-birth&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;So this is why Indians are the only ones that are re-born !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2602466308070580609?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2602466308070580609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2602466308070580609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-indians-are-reborn.html' title='Why Indian&apos;s are Reborn.'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1929937497717273648</id><published>2011-11-11T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:38:37.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL EDITION: PUNS INTENDED!</title><content type='html'>1.The fattest knight at King Arthur&amp;#39;s round table was Sir Cumference.&lt;br&gt;He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;p&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island,&lt;br&gt;But it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .&lt;p&gt;3. She was only a whiskey maker,&lt;br&gt;But he loved her still.&lt;p&gt;4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class,&lt;br&gt;Because it was a weapon of math disruption.&lt;p&gt;5. No matter how much you push the envelope,&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;ll still be stationery.&lt;p&gt;6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road&lt;br&gt;And was cited for littering.&lt;p&gt;7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France&lt;br&gt;Would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;p&gt;8. Two silk worms had a race.&lt;br&gt;They ended up in a tie.&lt;p&gt;9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall.&lt;br&gt;The police are looking into it.&lt;p&gt;10. Time flies like an arrow.&lt;br&gt;Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;p&gt;11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.&lt;p&gt;12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway.&lt;br&gt;One hat said to the other: &amp;#39;You stay here; I&amp;#39;ll go on a head.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;13. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger.&lt;br&gt;Then it hit me.&lt;p&gt;14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center&lt;br&gt;Said: &amp;#39;Keep off the Grass.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;15. The midget fortune-teller who escaped from&lt;br&gt;Prison was a small medium at large.&lt;p&gt;16. The soldier who survived mustard gas and&lt;br&gt;Pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.&lt;p&gt;17. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;p&gt;18. In a democracy it&amp;#39;s your vote that counts.&lt;br&gt;In feudalism it&amp;#39;s your count that votes.&lt;p&gt;19. When cannibals ate a missionary,&lt;br&gt;They got a taste of religion.&lt;p&gt;20. If you jumped off the bridge in Paris ,&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;d be in Seine .&lt;p&gt;21. A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons.&lt;br&gt;The stewardess looks at him and says,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;22. Two fish swim into a concrete wall.&lt;br&gt;One turns to the other and says &amp;#39;Dam!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;23. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft.&lt;br&gt;Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that&lt;br&gt;You can&amp;#39;t have your kayak and heat it too.&lt;p&gt;24. Two hydrogen atoms meet.&amp;#160; One says, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ve lost my electron.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;The other says &amp;#39;Are you sure?&amp;#39; The first replies, &amp;#39;Yes, I&amp;#39;m positive.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;25. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain&lt;br&gt;During a root&amp;#160; canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1929937497717273648?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1929937497717273648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1929937497717273648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-edition-puns-intended.html' title='SPECIAL EDITION: PUNS INTENDED!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7801644104683721530</id><published>2011-11-10T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:55:52.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time to ponder this - from ANDY ROONEY.</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....That&amp;#160;the best classroom in the world is at the feet of&lt;br&gt;an elderly person.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That&amp;#160;when you&amp;#39;re in love, it shows.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....That&amp;#160;just one person saying to me, &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;made&amp;#160;my&lt;br&gt;day!&amp;#39; makes my day.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one&lt;br&gt;of the most&amp;#160;peaceful feelings in the world.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That being kind is more important than being right.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That you should never say no to a gift from a child.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That I can always pray for someone when I don&amp;#39;t have&lt;br&gt;the strength to&amp;#160;help him in some other way.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That no matter how serious your life requires,&lt;br&gt;everyone&amp;#160;needs a friend to act goofy with.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold&lt;br&gt;and a heart to&amp;#160;understand.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That simple walks with my father around the block on&lt;br&gt;summer nights&amp;#160;when I was a child, did wonders for me as&amp;#160;an adult.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer&lt;br&gt;it gets to the&amp;#160;end, the faster it goes.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;&amp;#160;That we should be glad God doesn&amp;#39;t give us&lt;br&gt;everything we ask for.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That money doesn&amp;#39;t buy class.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That it&amp;#39;s those small daily happenings that make life&lt;br&gt;so spectacular.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That under everyone&amp;#39;s hard shell is someone who wants&lt;br&gt;to be&amp;#160;appreciated and loved.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That when you plan to get even with someone, you are&lt;br&gt;only letting that&amp;#160;person continue to hurt you.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That the way for me to grow as a person is to&lt;br&gt;surround myself&amp;#160;with smarter people than I am.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned….&amp;#160;That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That life is tough, but I&amp;#39;m tougher.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That opportunities are never lost; someone will take&lt;br&gt;the ones you&amp;#160;miss.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock&lt;br&gt;elsewhere.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That I wish I told my Mom that I love her one more&lt;br&gt;time&amp;#160;before she passed away.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That one should keep his words both soft and tender,&lt;br&gt;because tomorrow&amp;#160;he may have to eat them.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That when your newly born grandchild holds your&lt;br&gt;little finger in his&amp;#160;little fist, that you&amp;#39;re hooked for life.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain,&lt;br&gt;but all the&amp;#160;happiness and growth occurs while you&amp;#39;re climbing it.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve&amp;#160;learned....&amp;#160;That the less time I have to work with, the more&lt;br&gt;things I get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7801644104683721530?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7801644104683721530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7801644104683721530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-time-to-ponder-this-from-andy.html' title='Take time to ponder this - from ANDY ROONEY.'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6476858961013174725</id><published>2011-11-09T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:07:45.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glasgow Policeman</title><content type='html'>A Glasgow policeman spots a huge black guy dancing on the roof of a Ford car&lt;p&gt;He radios for backup.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the situation?&amp;quot; base controller asks.&lt;p&gt;Officer answers,&amp;quot;There&amp;#39;s a big fat darkie dancing on a car roof.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t say that over the radio&amp;quot; replies the operator,&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You have to use the politically correct terminology&amp;quot;*&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;AYE! OK&amp;quot; he says:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Zulu....Tango....Sierra&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6476858961013174725?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6476858961013174725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6476858961013174725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/glasgow-policeman.html' title='Glasgow Policeman'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7315727299737210763</id><published>2011-11-09T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:23:55.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors Exercise jokes</title><content type='html'>My grandpa started walking&lt;br&gt;five miles a day when he was 60.&lt;br&gt;…Now he&amp;#39;s 97 years old&lt;br&gt;and we have no idea where the hell he is.&lt;p&gt;I like long walks,&lt;br&gt;especially when they are taken&lt;br&gt;by people who annoy me.&lt;p&gt;The only reason I would take up walking&lt;br&gt;is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.&lt;p&gt;I have to walk early in the morning,&lt;br&gt;before my brain figures out what I&amp;#39;m doing...&lt;p&gt;I joined a health club last year,&lt;br&gt;spent about 250 bucks.&lt;br&gt;Haven&amp;#39;t lost a pound.&lt;br&gt;Apparently you have to go there!&lt;p&gt;Every time I hear the dirty word &amp;#39;exercise&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;I wash my mouth out with chocolate.&lt;p&gt;I do have flabby thighs,&lt;br&gt;but fortunately my stomach covers them.&lt;p&gt;The advantage of exercising every day&lt;br&gt;is so when you die, they&amp;#39;ll say,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Well, he looks good doesn&amp;#39;t he.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;If you are going to try cross-country running,&lt;br&gt;start with a small country.&lt;p&gt;I know I got a lot of exercise&lt;br&gt;the last few years,......just getting over the hill.&lt;p&gt;We all get heavier as we get older,&lt;br&gt;because there&amp;#39;s a lot more information in our heads.&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s my story and I&amp;#39;m sticking to it.&lt;p&gt;AND&lt;p&gt;Every time I start thinking too much&lt;br&gt;about how I look,&lt;br&gt;I just find a pub with a Happy Hour&lt;br&gt;and by the time I leave,&lt;br&gt;I look just fine…and even feel better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7315727299737210763?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7315727299737210763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7315727299737210763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/seniors-exercise-jokes.html' title='Seniors Exercise jokes'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7479931654655355877</id><published>2011-11-06T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:59:24.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Signs</title><content type='html'>Notices in English for tourists in Gujarat-India&lt;p&gt;In an Ahmedabad Hotel:&lt;br&gt;Is forbidden to steal hotel towels please.. If you are not a person to&lt;br&gt;do such thing is please not to read this notice.&lt;p&gt;In a Surat hotel lobby:&lt;br&gt;The lift is being fixed for the next day. During that time we regret&lt;br&gt;that you will be unbearable.&lt;p&gt;In the elevator in Hotel Tex Pallazo, Surat :&lt;br&gt;To move the cabin, push button for wishing floor. If the cabin should&lt;br&gt;enter more persons, ea ch one should press a number of wishing floor.&lt;br&gt;Driving is then going alphabetically by national order.&lt;p&gt;In a Baroda hotel elevator:&lt;br&gt;Please leave your values at the front desk.&lt;p&gt;In a hotel in Jamnagar :&lt;br&gt;Visitors are expected to complain at the office between the hours of 9&lt;br&gt;and 11 A.M. daily.&lt;p&gt;In a Ahmedabad hotel near Gujarat College&lt;br&gt;You are invited to take advantage of the chambermaid.&lt;p&gt;Edwards Laundry on Relief Road, Ahmedabad:&lt;br&gt;Drop your trousers here for best results.&lt;p&gt;In a Bhavnagar hotel:&lt;br&gt;Because of the impropriety of entertaining guests of the opposite sex&lt;br&gt;in the bedroom, it is rekvested that the lobby be used for this&lt;br&gt;purpose.&lt;p&gt;In a Anand laundry:&lt;br&gt;Ladies, leave your clothes here and spend the afternoon having a good time.&lt;p&gt;In a heritage hotel at Junagadh:&lt;br&gt;Take one of our horse-driven city tours - we guarantee no miscarriages.&lt;p&gt;Advertisement for donkey rides (on the famous white asses) in Rann of Kutch :&lt;br&gt;Would you like to ride on your own ass?&lt;p&gt;In a 5-Star Hotel cocktail lounge in Ahmedabad:&lt;br&gt;Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar.&lt;p&gt;In the office of a Ahmedabad gynecologist:&lt;br&gt;Specialist in women and other diseases&lt;p&gt;In a Bharuch hotel:&lt;br&gt;The manager has personally passed all the water served here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7479931654655355877?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7479931654655355877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7479931654655355877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/indian-signs.html' title='Indian Signs'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6108391084044152033</id><published>2011-11-06T07:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:58:37.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every saint has a PAST...Every sinner has a FUTURE!</title><content type='html'>---------- Forwarded message ----------&lt;br&gt;From: Amjad Haseeb &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:amjad_haseeb@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;amjad_haseeb@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;Date: Sat, Nov 5, 2011 at 3:21 AM&lt;br&gt;Subject: Re: Every saint has a PAST...Every sinner has a FUTURE!&lt;br&gt;To: Rifky Mackeen &amp;lt;&lt;a href="mailto:rifkyn@gmail.com"&gt;rifkyn@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks for making it suitable for all.&lt;br&gt;Amjad.&lt;br&gt;I was shocked, confused, bewildered&lt;br&gt;As I entered Heaven&amp;#39;s door,&lt;br&gt;Not by the beauty of it all,&lt;br&gt;Nor the lights or its decor.&lt;p&gt;But it was the folks in Heaven&lt;br&gt;Who made me sputter and gasp--&lt;br&gt;The thieves, the liars, the sinners,&lt;br&gt;The alcoholics, the drug users and the trash.&lt;p&gt;There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money twice.&lt;br&gt;Next to him was my old neighbour who never said anything nice.&lt;br&gt;Joe , who I always thought was rotting away in hell,&lt;br&gt;was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well.&lt;p&gt;I nudged the Angel of Death , &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s the deal?&lt;br&gt;I would love to hear your take.&lt;br&gt;How&amp;#39;d all these sinners get up here?&lt;br&gt;Can it be a mistake?&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;And why is everyone so quiet,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;So somber - give me a clue.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Hush, child,&amp;#39; he said, &amp;#39;they&amp;#39;re all in shock.&lt;p&gt;No one thought they&amp;#39;d be seeing you..&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;JUDGE NOT!!&lt;p&gt;Remember...Just going to a place of worship&amp;#160;doesn&amp;#39;t make you&amp;#160;more&lt;br&gt;pious&amp;#160;any more than standing in your garage makes you a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6108391084044152033?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6108391084044152033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6108391084044152033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/every-saint-has-pastevery-sinner-has.html' title='Every saint has a PAST...Every sinner has a FUTURE!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7749248156149626265</id><published>2011-11-06T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:55:19.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love-Making Tips For Seniors!</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br&gt;Wear your glasses.&lt;br&gt;TO make sure your partner&lt;br&gt;is actually in the bed.&lt;p&gt;2.&lt;br&gt;Set timer for 3 minutes,&lt;br&gt;In case you doze off&lt;br&gt;in the middle of the session.&lt;p&gt;3.&lt;br&gt;Set the mood with lighting.&lt;br&gt;(Turn them ALL OFF!)&lt;p&gt;4.&lt;br&gt;Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial&lt;br&gt;before you begin.&lt;p&gt;5.&lt;br&gt;Write partner&amp;#39;s name on your hand&lt;br&gt;in case you can&amp;#39;t remember.&lt;p&gt;6.&lt;br&gt;Use extra polygrip so your teeth&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t end up under the bed.&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;br&gt;Have Tylenol ready&lt;br&gt;in case you actually complete the act.&lt;p&gt;8.&lt;br&gt;Make all the noise you want...&lt;br&gt;The neighbors are deaf too.&lt;p&gt;9.&lt;br&gt;If it works,&lt;br&gt;call everyone you know&lt;br&gt;with the good news!!&lt;p&gt;10.&lt;br&gt;Don&amp;#39;t even think about trying it twice...&lt;br&gt;__________________________________&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;Your sweetie says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Let&amp;#39;s go upstairs And make love,&amp;#39; and&lt;br&gt;you answer,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Pick one; I can&amp;#39;t do both!&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;Your friends compliment you&lt;br&gt;on your new alligator shoes&lt;br&gt;And you&amp;#39;re barefoot.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN....&lt;br&gt;You don&amp;#39;t care where your spouse goes,&lt;br&gt;just as long as you don&amp;#39;t have to go along.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;You are cautioned to slow down by the doctor&lt;br&gt;instead of by the police .&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Getting a little action&amp;#39; means you don&amp;#39;t need&lt;br&gt;to take any fiber today.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Getting lucky&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;means you find your car in the parking lot.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;An &amp;#39;all nighter&amp;#39; means not getting up to use the bathroom.&lt;p&gt;AND&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OLD&amp;#39; IS WHEN...&lt;br&gt;You are not sure if these are facts or jokes?&lt;br&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7749248156149626265?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7749248156149626265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7749248156149626265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-making-tips-for-seniors.html' title='Love-Making Tips For Seniors!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3497612383894004354</id><published>2011-11-06T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T07:52:22.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX Medical Insurance</title><content type='html'>Two men are at the Dr&amp;#39;s,waiting to get vasectomies.&lt;p&gt;A nurse breezes in,tells them to strip and put-on the medical gowns&lt;p&gt;She returns a few minutes later,reaches under one man&amp;#39;s gown and&lt;br&gt;begins to masturbate him.&lt;p&gt;Shocked, he asks, &amp;quot;What the hell are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She saya as a matter of fact,&amp;quot;We have to vacate the sperm from your&lt;br&gt;system to have a clean procedure.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Not wanting to cause a problem, the man relaxes and enjoys it as she&lt;br&gt;completes her task.&lt;p&gt;The second man watches bewildered and by the time the nurse turns to&lt;br&gt;him,he is quite ready for his turn.&lt;p&gt;To his surprise, she drops to her knees, seductively parts her lips&lt;br&gt;and begins a blow-job.&lt;p&gt;The first guy,somewhat let-down,demands to know &amp;quot;Hey,why only a hand&lt;br&gt;job for me and a blow-jog for him?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The nurse says, &amp;quot;That, my dear sir, is the difference between public&lt;br&gt;healthcare and private medical insurance coverage&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3497612383894004354?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3497612383894004354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3497612383894004354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/xx-medical-insurance.html' title='XX Medical Insurance'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-5375384753665922050</id><published>2011-11-03T09:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T09:17:20.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids will be kids but take care when you are with them in public</title><content type='html'>JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby&lt;br&gt;sister... After a while he asked: &amp;#39;Mom why have you got two? Is one&lt;br&gt;for hot and one for cold milk?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she&lt;br&gt;was so old she didn&amp;#39;t remember any more. Melanie said, &amp;#39;If you don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to&lt;br&gt;six.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. &amp;#39;I love you so&lt;br&gt;much that when you die I&amp;#39;m going to bury you outside my bedroom&lt;br&gt;window.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;BRITTANY (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried&lt;br&gt;in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her&lt;br&gt;Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she&amp;#39;d have to open it for&lt;br&gt;her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: &amp;#39;How does it know&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s me?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. &amp;#39;Please&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t give me this juice again,&amp;#39; she said, &amp;#39;It makes my teeth cough.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: &amp;#39;How much do I cost?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried When his Mom asked&lt;br&gt;what was troubling him, he replied, &amp;#39;I don&amp;#39;t know what&amp;#39;ll happen with&lt;br&gt;this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;MARC (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and&lt;br&gt;kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked&lt;br&gt;his dad: &amp;#39;Why is he whispering in her mouth?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;TAMMY (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather&lt;br&gt;wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Tammy looked at her for a while and then&lt;br&gt;asked, &amp;#39;Why doesn&amp;#39;t your skin fit your face?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;JAMES (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: &amp;#39;The man&lt;br&gt;named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his&lt;br&gt;wife looked back and was turned to salt.&amp;#39; Concerned, James asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;What happened to the flea?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget....&lt;p&gt;This particular Sunday sermon... &amp;#39;Dear Lord,&amp;#39; the minister began, with&lt;br&gt;arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Without you, we are but dust....&amp;#39; He would have continued but at that&lt;br&gt;moment my very obedient daughter who was listening leaned over to me&lt;br&gt;and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four year old girl voice,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Mom, what is butt dust?&amp;#39;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-5375384753665922050?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5375384753665922050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5375384753665922050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/11/kids-will-be-kids-but-take-care-when.html' title='Kids will be kids but take care when you are with them in public'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7510824157102477483</id><published>2011-10-31T13:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:06:15.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last wish of a cuban Patriot Kissing Fidel goodbye.......</title><content type='html'>A group of Cubans desert their island and are on their way to Miami. &amp;#160;In the&lt;br&gt;middle of their arduous journey, one of the Cubans (an old one) suffers a&lt;br&gt;major heart attack and, as a last wish, asks for a Cuban flag to kiss and&lt;br&gt;say good-bye to his dearest Cuba.&lt;p&gt;Having abandoned everything in Havana, the other Cubans search desperately&lt;br&gt;in their boat to find something that would resemble the flag of their&lt;br&gt;country -- a T-shirt, a handkerchief, anything.&lt;p&gt;With everyone almost ready to abandon all hope of finding a flag, a&lt;br&gt;23-year-old girl shyly interrupts their desperate search by offering a&lt;br&gt;tattoo of the flag that is inscribed on the left cheek of her buttocks. The&lt;br&gt;young girl pulls down her shorts and slowly lowers her underwear, showing&lt;br&gt;the Cuban flag on a beautifully shaped tanned buttock cheek. She approaches&lt;br&gt;the dying man and sticks her butt right up in his face.&lt;p&gt;The man, with tears in his eyes, caresses the &amp;#39;flag,&amp;#39; grabs the cheek with&lt;br&gt;both hands and starts kissing it with great passion, saying &amp;quot;My dear Cuba, I&lt;br&gt;say goodbye to you with great sadness. Farewell my land, my flag. Havana, I&lt;br&gt;will miss you so.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After going on non-stop for almost 10 minutes, he says to the girl, &amp;quot;Now,&lt;br&gt;Chica, par favor, turn around and allow me to kiss Fidel, our bearded&lt;br&gt;dictator, goodbye too!&amp;quot;&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7510824157102477483?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7510824157102477483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7510824157102477483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-wish-of-cuban-patriot-kissing.html' title='The last wish of a cuban Patriot Kissing Fidel goodbye.......'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3826816520219199478</id><published>2011-10-31T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:04:27.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Love Poem</title><content type='html'>Yes there is such a thing, sad as it is!&lt;br&gt;Who said Australians weren&amp;#39;t romantic?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I love ya darlin&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re a bloody top-notch bird&lt;br&gt;And when I say you&amp;#39;re gorgeous&lt;br&gt;I mean every single word&lt;br&gt;So ya bum is on the big side&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t mind a bit of flab&lt;br&gt;It means that when I&amp;#39;m ready&lt;br&gt;There&amp;#39;s somethin there to grab&lt;br&gt;So your belly isn&amp;#39;t flat no more&lt;br&gt;I tell ya, I don&amp;#39;t care&lt;br&gt;So long as when I cuddle ya&lt;br&gt;I can get my arms round there&lt;br&gt;No sheila who is your age&lt;br&gt;Has nice round perky breasts&lt;br&gt;They just gave in to gravity&lt;br&gt;But I know ya did ya best&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m tellin&amp;#39; ya the truth now&lt;br&gt;I never tell ya lies&lt;br&gt;I think its very sexy&lt;br&gt;That you&amp;#39;ve got dimples on ya thighs&lt;br&gt;I swear on me nanna&amp;#39;s grave now&lt;br&gt;The moment that we met&lt;br&gt;I thought you was as good as&lt;br&gt;I was ever gonna get&lt;br&gt;No matter what u look like&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll always love ya dear&lt;br&gt;Now shut up while the footy&amp;#39;s on&lt;br&gt;And fetch me another beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3826816520219199478?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3826816520219199478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3826816520219199478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/australian-love-poem.html' title='Australian Love Poem'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3124186170396723553</id><published>2011-10-31T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:02:15.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloween with the ACME Costume Company...</title><content type='html'>Halloween Costume Problem!!!&lt;p&gt;A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween Party.&lt;br&gt;He&amp;#160;doesn&amp;#39;t know what costume to wear to hide his head &amp;amp; his leg, so he&lt;br&gt;writes to a costume company to explain his problem. A few days later&lt;br&gt;he received a parcel with the following note:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;p&gt;Please find enclosed a pirate&amp;#39;s outfit. The spotted handkerchief&lt;br&gt;will cover your bald head, and with your wooden leg, you will look just&lt;br&gt;right as a pirate.&lt;p&gt;Very truly yours,&lt;br&gt;Acme Costume Co.&lt;p&gt;The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his&lt;br&gt;wooden leg.. so he writes a letter of complaint. A week goes by, he&lt;br&gt;receives another parcel and a note, which says:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;p&gt;Please find enclosed a monk&amp;#39;s costume. The long robe will cover&lt;br&gt;your wooden leg, and with your bald head, you should really look the&lt;br&gt;part.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Very truly yours,&lt;br&gt;Acme Costume Co.&lt;p&gt;Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his&lt;br&gt;wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head, so again he writes the&lt;br&gt;company another nasty letter of complaint. The next day he gets a&lt;br&gt;small parcel and a note, which reads:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dear Sir,&lt;p&gt;We have TRIED our very BEST!!!&lt;br&gt;Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses &amp;amp; a bag of crushed nuts.&lt;br&gt;Pour the molasses over your bald head, pat on all our crushed nuts, stick your&lt;br&gt;Wooden Leg up your arse and go as a caramel apple.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Very truly yours,&lt;br&gt;Acme Costume Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3124186170396723553?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3124186170396723553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3124186170396723553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/haloween-with-acme-costume-company.html' title='Haloween with the ACME Costume Company...'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-418807036673782980</id><published>2011-10-31T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:00:22.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DO MEN HAVE INSTINCT</title><content type='html'>A married couple at the Zoo walks past the gorilla enclosure.&lt;p&gt;Says the woman: &amp;#39; Mark , do you know that gorillas are the only&lt;br&gt;animals which resemble men in their behavior???&lt;p&gt;Look, seeing that no one is looking, I&amp;#39;ll expose one of my breasts to&lt;br&gt;it and see how horny it gets just as men do&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;Mary then exposes one of her breasts, and, sure enough the gorilla&lt;br&gt;begins to get a hard-on and grabs the bars of the enclosure as if it&lt;br&gt;wanted to break free.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;See - says the woman - &amp;#39;Now I know why you react the way you do, men&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t control their animal instincts just like gorillas can&amp;#39;t&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;Says Mark : &amp;#39;Now expose both breasts and let us see what happens&amp;#39;.&lt;p&gt;The woman exposes both breasts to the gorilla and it gets very excited&lt;br&gt;and is now desperately trying to escape from the enclosure.&lt;p&gt;Says Mark : &amp;#39;This is incredible, now pull your skirt up, turn around&lt;br&gt;and expose your bum to it and let us see what will happen&amp;#39;!!!&lt;p&gt;The woman pull her skirt up turns around with her bum to the gorilla&lt;br&gt;which by now, extremely aroused, breaks free from the enclosure, grabs&lt;br&gt;the woman and starts yanking the clothes off her.&lt;p&gt;The woman yells: &amp;#39; Mark , what do I do now? Please, help me&amp;#39;!!!&lt;p&gt;Mark replies: &amp;#39;Now give it one of the excuses that you usually give me:&lt;p&gt;That you don&amp;#39;t feel like it&lt;p&gt;That you have a headache&lt;p&gt;That you&amp;#39;re tired&lt;p&gt;That your throat is aching&lt;p&gt;That it is still too early&lt;p&gt;That I must understand you as a woman&lt;p&gt;That you are depressed&lt;p&gt;That you are in one of those days&lt;p&gt;That you are having a very busy week&lt;p&gt;That all you need is just to cuddle up&lt;p&gt;That you&amp;#39;re tensed up&lt;p&gt;That you have to wake up very early tomorrow&lt;p&gt;That you woke up very early today&lt;p&gt;That you walked for long and your feet are aching&lt;p&gt;That caresses and hugs is all that you want today&lt;p&gt;That you&amp;#39;re so tensed up that all you want is a good massage to make you relax&lt;p&gt;That you feel like watching TV&lt;p&gt;That you don&amp;#39;t wanna miss the soapies&lt;p&gt;That you&amp;#39;re from the Hair salon and therefore you can&amp;#39;t move and spoil your hair&lt;p&gt;Go on, explain all that to the gorilla and if it understands, if you&lt;br&gt;can persuade it, then I&amp;#39;ll accept that Gorillas and men are same and I&lt;br&gt;promise you that from today on I&amp;#39;ll accept your excuses&amp;#39;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-418807036673782980?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/418807036673782980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/418807036673782980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-men-have-instinct.html' title='DO MEN HAVE INSTINCT'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3883685581557684769</id><published>2011-10-31T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:58:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Vs Italian</title><content type='html'>A Greek and Italian were arguing over who had the superior culture.The&lt;br&gt;Greek says, &amp;quot;We have the Parthenon.&amp;quot;Arching his eyebrows, the Italian&lt;br&gt;replies, &amp;quot;We have the Coliseum.&amp;quot;The Greek retorts, &amp;quot;We Greeks gave&lt;br&gt;birth to advanced mathematics&amp;quot;The Italian, nodding agreement, says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But we built the Roman Empire.&amp;quot;And so on and so on until the Greek&lt;br&gt;comes up with what he thinks will end the discussion. With a flourish&lt;br&gt;of finality he says, &amp;quot;We invented sex!&amp;quot;The Italian replies, &amp;quot;That is&lt;br&gt;true, but it was the Italians who introduced it to women.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3883685581557684769?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3883685581557684769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3883685581557684769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/greek-vs-italian.html' title='Greek Vs Italian'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6279018018942321860</id><published>2011-10-31T12:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:57:30.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss is Just a Kiss</title><content type='html'>A tough looking group of bikers were riding when they saw a girl about&lt;br&gt;to jump off a bridge, so they stopped.&lt;p&gt;The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, &amp;quot;What are you&lt;br&gt;doing?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m going to commit suicide,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;p&gt;While he did not want to appear insensitive, he didn&amp;#39;t want to miss an&lt;br&gt;opportunity so he asked... &amp;quot;Well, before you jump, why don&amp;#39;t you give&lt;br&gt;me a kiss?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So she does... And it was a long, deep, lingering kiss.&lt;p&gt;After she&amp;#39;s finished, the biker says, &amp;quot;Wow!&amp;#160; That was the best kiss I&lt;br&gt;have ever had!&amp;#160; That&amp;#39;s a real talent you are wasting.&amp;#160; You could be&lt;br&gt;famous.&amp;#160; Why are you committing suicide?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;My parents don&amp;#39;t like me dressing up like a girl........&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6279018018942321860?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6279018018942321860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6279018018942321860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/kiss-is-just-kiss.html' title='A Kiss is Just a Kiss'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6827175242863405236</id><published>2011-10-28T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:13:04.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Course</title><content type='html'>5 Minute Management Course 5 Lessons to Learn&lt;p&gt;Lesson 1 :&lt;p&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;p&gt;She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;p&gt;The priest nearly had an accident.&lt;p&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg...&lt;p&gt;The nun said, &amp;#39;Father, remember Psalm 129?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand&lt;br&gt;slide up her leg again.&lt;p&gt;The nun once again said, &amp;#39;Father, remember Psalm 129?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The priest apologized &amp;#39;Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.&lt;p&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.&lt;br&gt;It said, &amp;#39;Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;p&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;p&gt;Lesson 2 :&lt;p&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to&lt;br&gt;lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.&lt;p&gt;They rub it and a Genie comes out.&amp;#160; The Genie says, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;ll give each of&lt;br&gt;you just one wish.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Me first! Me first!&amp;#39; says the admin clerk..&amp;#160; &amp;#39;I want to be in the&lt;br&gt;Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;Poof! She&amp;#39;s gone.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Me next! Me next!&amp;#39; says the sales rep. &amp;#39;I want to be in&amp;#160; Hawaii&amp;#160;&amp;#160; ,&lt;br&gt;relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse,&lt;br&gt;an endless supply of Pina Coladas, and the love of my life.&amp;#39;&amp;#160; Poof! He&amp;#39;s gone..&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;OK, you&amp;#39;re up,&amp;#39; the Genie says to the manager.&amp;#160; The manager says, &amp;#39;I&lt;br&gt;want those two back in the office after lunch.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br&gt;Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;p&gt;Lesson 3:&lt;p&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;p&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, &amp;#39;Can I also sit like you&lt;br&gt;and do nothing?&amp;#39;&amp;#160; The eagle answered: &amp;#39;Sure, why not.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a&lt;br&gt;sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lesson 4:&lt;p&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull.&amp;#160; &amp;#39;I would love to be able to get to&lt;br&gt;the top of that tree&amp;#39; sighed the turkey, &amp;#39;but I haven&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;got the energy.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#39;Well, why don&amp;#39;t you nibble on some of my droppings?&amp;#39; replied the&lt;br&gt;bull.&amp;#160; It&amp;#39;s full of nutrients.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him&lt;br&gt;enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;p&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch..&lt;p&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the&lt;br&gt;top of the tree.&lt;p&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br&gt;Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won&amp;#39;t keep you there....&lt;p&gt;Lesson 5&lt;p&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter.&amp;#160; It was so cold the&lt;br&gt;bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.&lt;p&gt;While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;p&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to&lt;br&gt;realize how warm he was.&lt;p&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;p&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&amp;#160; A&lt;br&gt;passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.&lt;p&gt;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow&lt;br&gt;dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;p&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;p&gt;(3) And when you&amp;#39;re in deep shit, it&amp;#39;s best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6827175242863405236?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6827175242863405236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6827175242863405236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/management-course.html' title='Management Course'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8031837259720945042</id><published>2011-10-28T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:11:46.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>``` Some interesting facts ```</title><content type='html'>Q: Why do men&amp;#39;s clothes have buttons on the right while women&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;clothes have buttons on the left?&lt;br&gt;A: When buttons were invented, they were very expensive and worn&lt;br&gt;primarily by the rich. Since most people are right-handed, it is&lt;br&gt;easier to push buttons on the right through holes on the left. Because&lt;br&gt;wealthy women were dressed by maids, dressmakers put the buttons on&lt;br&gt;the maid&amp;#39;s right! And that&amp;#39;s where women&amp;#39;s buttons have remained&lt;br&gt;since.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Q: Why do ships and aircraft use &amp;#39;mayday&amp;#39; as their call for help?&lt;p&gt;A: This comes from the French word m&amp;#39;aidez -meaning &amp;#39;help me&amp;#39; -- and&lt;br&gt;is pronounced, approximately,&amp;#39; mayday.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;Q: Why are zero scores in tennis called &amp;#39;love&amp;#39;?&lt;br&gt;A: In France, where tennis became popular, round zero on the&lt;br&gt;scoreboard looked like an egg and was called &amp;#39;l&amp;#39;oeuf,&amp;#39; which is French&lt;br&gt;for &amp;#39;egg.&amp;#39; When tennis was introduced in the US, Americans&lt;br&gt;(mis)pronounced it &amp;#39;love.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;Q: Why is shifting responsibility to someone else called &amp;#39;passing the buck&amp;#39;?&lt;br&gt;A: In card games, it was once customary to pass an item, called a&lt;br&gt;buck, from player to player to indicate whose turn it was to deal. If&lt;br&gt;a player did not wish to assume the responsibility of dealing, he&lt;br&gt;would &amp;#39;pass the buck&amp;#39; to the next player.&lt;p&gt;Q: Why do people clink their glasses before drinking a toast?&lt;br&gt;A: It used to be common for someone to try to kill an enemy by&lt;br&gt;offering him a poisoned drink. To prove to a guest that a drink was&lt;br&gt;safe, it became customary for a guest to pour a small amount of his&lt;br&gt;drink into the glass of the host. Both men would drink it&lt;br&gt;simultaneously. When a guest trusted his host, he would only touch or&lt;br&gt;clink the host&amp;#39;s glass with his own.&lt;br&gt;Q&amp;#160;: Why are people in the public eye said to be &amp;#39;in the limelight&amp;#39;?&lt;br&gt;A: Invented in 1825,limelight was used in lighthouses and theatres by&lt;br&gt;burning a cylinder of lime which produced a brilliant light. In the&lt;br&gt;theatrical performer &amp;#39;in the limelight&amp;#39; was the centre of attention.&lt;br&gt;Q: Why is someone who is feeling great &amp;#39;on cloud nine&amp;#39;?&lt;br&gt;A: Types of clouds are numbered according to the altitudes they&lt;br&gt;attain, with nine being the highest cloud If someone is said to be on&lt;br&gt;cloud nine, that person is floating well above worldly cares.&lt;br&gt;Q: In golf, where did the term &amp;#39;Caddie&amp;#39; come from?&lt;br&gt;A. When Mary Queen of Scots went to France as a young girl, Louis,&lt;br&gt;King of France , learned that she loved the Scots game &amp;#39;golf.&amp;#39; So he&lt;br&gt;had the first course outside of Scotland built for her enjoyment. To&lt;br&gt;make sure she was properly chaperoned (and guarded) while she played,&lt;br&gt;Louis hired cadets from a military school to accompany her. Mary liked&lt;br&gt;this a lot and when returned to Scotland (not a very good idea in the&lt;br&gt;long run), she took the practice with her. In French, the word cadet&lt;br&gt;is pronounced &amp;#39;ca-day&amp;#39; and the Scots changed it into &amp;#39;caddie.&lt;br&gt;Q: Did you ever wonder why dimes, quarters and half dollars have&lt;br&gt;notches (milling), while pennies and nickels do not?&lt;br&gt;A: The US Mint began putting notches on the edges of coins containing&lt;br&gt;gold and silver to discourage holders from shaving off small&lt;br&gt;quantities of the precious metals. Dimes, quarters and half dollars&lt;br&gt;are notched because they used to contain silver. Pennies and nickels&lt;br&gt;aren&amp;#39;t notched because the metals they contain are not valuable enough&lt;br&gt;to shave.&lt;p&gt;So there! Now you know! Almost everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8031837259720945042?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8031837259720945042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8031837259720945042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-interesting-facts.html' title='``` Some interesting facts ```'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7276029203412035943</id><published>2011-10-28T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:10:58.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday humour</title><content type='html'>Cowboy: &amp;quot;GIVE ME 3 PACKETS OF CONDOMS PLEASE.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;CASHIER: &amp;quot;DO YOU NEED A PAPER BAG WITH THAT SIR?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Cowboy: &amp;quot;NAH... SHE AIN&amp;#39;T THAT UGLY!!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7276029203412035943?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7276029203412035943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7276029203412035943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/friday-humour.html' title='Friday humour'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1607784900578446008</id><published>2011-10-24T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:14:02.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish arranged Marriages</title><content type='html'>A good Hassidic family is most concerned that their 30-year-old son is &lt;br /&gt;unmarried. So, they call a marriage broker and ask him to find their &lt;br /&gt;son a good wife. The broker comes over to their house and spends a &lt;br /&gt;long time asking questions of the son and his parents as to what they &lt;br /&gt;want in a wife/daughter-in-law. They give him a long shopping list of &lt;br /&gt;requirements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marriage broker takes a long time looking, and finally asks to &lt;br /&gt;visit the family again. He then tells them of a wonderful woman he has &lt;br /&gt;found. He says she's just the right age for the son. She keeps a Glatt &lt;br /&gt;Kosher home, she regularly attends synagogue and knows the prayers by &lt;br /&gt;heart, &lt;br /&gt;and she's a wonderful cook. She loves children and wants a large &lt;br /&gt;family. And, to crown it all off, she's gorgeous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing all this, the family is very impressed and begins to get &lt;br /&gt;excited about the prospects of a wedding in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the son pauses and asks inappropriately: &lt;br /&gt;'Is she any good in bed?' &lt;br /&gt;The marriage broker answers, &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;'Some say yes, some say no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1607784900578446008?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1607784900578446008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1607784900578446008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/jewish-arranged-marriages.html' title='Jewish arranged Marriages'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8093620424696830976</id><published>2011-10-24T09:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:14:29.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>‎'MOTHER' - Job Description</title><content type='html'>POSITION : MOTHER, MUM,MOM, MOMMY, MAMA, MA, AMMA, AMMI&lt;p&gt;JOB DESCRIPTION :&lt;p&gt;Long term, team players needed, for challenging,&lt;br /&gt;permanent work in an&lt;br /&gt;often chaotic environment.&lt;br /&gt;Candidates must possess excellent communication&lt;br /&gt;and organizational skills and be willing to work&lt;br /&gt;variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends&lt;br /&gt;and frequent 24 hour shifts on call.&lt;br /&gt;Some overnight travel required, including trips to&lt;br /&gt;primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports&lt;br /&gt;tournaments in far away cities!&lt;br /&gt;Travel expenses not reimbursed.&lt;br /&gt;Extensive courier duties also required.&lt;p&gt;RESPONSIBILITIES :&lt;p&gt;The rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily,&lt;br /&gt;until someone needs some money.&lt;br /&gt;Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Also, must possess the physical stamina of a&lt;br /&gt;pack mule&lt;br /&gt;and be able to go from zero to 60 kmph in three seconds flat&lt;br /&gt;in case, this time, the screams from&lt;br /&gt;the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.&lt;br /&gt;Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges,&lt;br /&gt;such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets&lt;br /&gt;and stuck zippers.&lt;br /&gt;Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and&lt;br /&gt;coordinate production of multiple homework projects.&lt;br /&gt;Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings&lt;br /&gt;for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.&lt;br /&gt;Must be a willing to be indispensable one minute,&lt;br /&gt;an embarrassment the next.&lt;br /&gt;Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a&lt;br /&gt;half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices.&lt;br /&gt;Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Must assume final, complete accountability for&lt;br /&gt;the quality of the end product.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and&lt;br /&gt;janitorial work throughout the facility.&lt;p&gt;POSSIBILITY FOR ADVANCEMENT &amp;amp; PROMOTION :&lt;p&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without&lt;br /&gt;complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills,&lt;br /&gt;so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you&lt;p&gt;PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE :&lt;p&gt;None required unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.&lt;p&gt;WAGES AND COMPENSATION :&lt;p&gt;Get this! You pay them!&lt;br /&gt;Offering frequent raises and bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because&lt;br /&gt;of the assumption that passing matric will help them&lt;br /&gt;become financially independent.&lt;br /&gt;When you die, you give them whatever is left.&lt;br /&gt;The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that&lt;br /&gt;you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.&lt;p&gt;BENEFITS :&lt;p&gt;While no health or dental insurance, no pension,&lt;br /&gt;no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and&lt;br /&gt;no stock options are offered;&lt;br /&gt;this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth,&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love,&lt;br /&gt;and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right.&lt;p&gt;THE VALUE, LIFE TIME DEDICATION AND HARD LABOUR, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;THE MOTHER&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8093620424696830976?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8093620424696830976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8093620424696830976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-job-description.html' title='‎&apos;MOTHER&apos; - Job Description'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3659140917926209169</id><published>2011-10-24T09:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:14:18.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from Goldman Sachs concerning occupy wall street</title><content type='html'>October 18, 2011&lt;p&gt;NEW YORK (The Borowitz Report)– The following is a letter released&lt;br /&gt;today by Lloyd Blankfein, the chairman of banking giant Goldman Sachs:&lt;p&gt;Dear Investor:&lt;p&gt;Up until now, Goldman Sachs has been silent on the subject of the&lt;br /&gt;protest movement known as Occupy Wall Street. That does not mean,&lt;br /&gt;however, that it has not been very much on our minds. As thousands&lt;br /&gt;have gathered in Lower Manhattan, passionately expressing their deep&lt;br /&gt;discontent with the status quo, we have taken note of these protests.&lt;br /&gt;And we have asked ourselves this question:&lt;p&gt;How can we make money off them?&lt;p&gt;The answer is the newly launched Goldman Sachs Global Rage Fund, whose&lt;br /&gt;investment objective is to monetize the Occupy Wall Street protests as&lt;br /&gt;they spread around the world. At Goldman, we recognize that the&lt;br /&gt;capitalist system as we know it is circling the drain – but there&amp;#39;s&lt;br /&gt;plenty of money to be made on the way down.&lt;p&gt;The Rage Fund will seek out opportunities to invest in products that&lt;br /&gt;are poised to benefit from the spreading protests, from police batons&lt;br /&gt;and barricades to stun guns and forehead bandages. Furthermore, as&lt;br /&gt;clashes between police and protesters turn ever more violent, we are&lt;br /&gt;making significant bets on companies that manufacture replacements for&lt;br /&gt;broken windows and overturned cars, as well as the raw materials&lt;br /&gt;necessary for the construction and incineration of effigies.&lt;p&gt;It would be tempting, at a time like this, to say &amp;quot;Let them eat cake.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;But at Goldman, we are actively seeking to corner the market in cake&lt;br /&gt;futures. We project that through our aggressive market manipulation,&lt;br /&gt;the price of a piece of cake will quadruple by the end of 2011.&lt;p&gt;Please contact your Goldman representative for a full prospectus. As&lt;br /&gt;the world descends into a Darwinian free-for-all, the Goldman Sachs&lt;br /&gt;Rage Fund is a great way to tell the protesters, &amp;quot;Occupy this.&amp;quot; We&lt;br /&gt;haven&amp;#39;t felt so good about something we&amp;#39;ve sold since our souls.&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;p&gt;Lloyd Blankfein&lt;p&gt;Chairman, Goldman Sachs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3659140917926209169?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3659140917926209169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3659140917926209169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/letter-from-goldman-sachs-concerning.html' title='A letter from Goldman Sachs concerning occupy wall street'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-4062434051804396929</id><published>2011-10-24T09:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:15:05.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are like Knickers</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Friends are like knickers, some crawl up your arse...Some snap under&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; pressure...Some don&amp;#39;t have the strength to hold you up...Some get a&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; little twisted...Some are your favorite...Some are holey...Some are&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; cheap and just plain nasty...And some actually do cover your arse when&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; you need them too !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-4062434051804396929?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4062434051804396929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4062434051804396929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends-are-like-knickers.html' title='Friends are like Knickers'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-5520943127732517230</id><published>2011-10-24T09:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:14:55.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raisin Bread</title><content type='html'>A bakery owner hires a young female shop assistant who liked to wear very&lt;br /&gt;short skirts and thong panties. One day a young man enters the store,&lt;br /&gt;glances at the shop assistant and at the loaves of bread behind the&lt;br /&gt;counter.&lt;p&gt;Noticing her short skirt and the location of the raisin bread, he has a&lt;br /&gt;brilliant idea. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d like some raisin bread please,&amp;quot; the man says.&lt;p&gt;The shop assistant nods and climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin bread&lt;br /&gt;located on the very top shelf.&lt;p&gt;The man standing almost directly beneath her is provided with an excellent&lt;br /&gt;view, just as he thought.&lt;p&gt;When she descends the ladder, he decides that he had better get two&lt;br /&gt;loaves.&lt;p&gt;As the shop assistant retrieves the second loaf of bread, one of the other&lt;br /&gt;male customers notices what&amp;#39;s going on and requests his own loaf of raisin&lt;br /&gt;bread.&lt;p&gt;After many trips she is tired and irritated and begins to wonder, &amp;quot;why the&lt;br /&gt;unusual interest in the raisin bread?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Atop the ladder one more time, she looks down and glares at the men&lt;br /&gt;standing below.&lt;p&gt;Then, she notices an elderly man standing amongst the crowd.&amp;#160; Thinking that&lt;br /&gt;she can save herself another trip, she yells at the elderly man, &amp;quot;Is it&lt;br /&gt;raisin for you too?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; stammers the old man, &amp;quot;but it&amp;#39;s quivering a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-5520943127732517230?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5520943127732517230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5520943127732517230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/raisin-bread.html' title='Raisin Bread'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6714750125336639104</id><published>2011-10-19T09:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:14:40.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"100 Camels"</title><content type='html'>Ghaffar Bhai and Fatima Bai, were sitting outside a Mall&lt;br /&gt;A rich Arab Sheikh approached them.&lt;br /&gt;After salaams, he asked where they were from.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Pakistan,&amp;quot; Ghaffar Bhai replied.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at&amp;#160;his wife, the Arab said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll give you 100 camels for her.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ghaffar Bhai looked stunned, and there was a long silence.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he replied, &amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s not for sale.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;After the Arab left, the wife said &amp;quot;Ghaffar that was sooo romantic but&lt;br /&gt;what took you so long to answer?&lt;br /&gt;Ghaffar Bhai replied…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I was trying to figure out how to get 100 camels back to Karachi.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6714750125336639104?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6714750125336639104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6714750125336639104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-camels.html' title='&quot;100 Camels&quot;'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2889020457527624979</id><published>2011-10-17T09:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:31:48.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOFTWARE TESTING</title><content type='html'>A university scholar, Mr. John Smith approaches his friend a&lt;br&gt;software-testing guru telling him that he has a Bachelor in&lt;br&gt;programming,&lt;br&gt;and now would like to learn the software testing to complete his&lt;br&gt;knowledge and to find a job as a software tester. After summing him up&lt;br&gt;for a few&lt;br&gt;minutes, the software-testing guru told him &amp;quot;I seriously doubt that&lt;br&gt;you are ready to study software testing. It&amp;#39;s the serious topic. If&lt;br&gt;you wish&lt;br&gt;however I am willing to examine you in logic, and if you pass the test&lt;br&gt;I will help teach you software testing. &amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The young man agrees. Software testing guru holds up two fingers &amp;quot;Two&lt;br&gt;men come down a chimney.&lt;br&gt;One comes with a clean face and the other comes out with a dirty face.&lt;br&gt;Which one washes his face?&lt;p&gt;The young man stares at the software-testing guru. &amp;quot;Is that a test in&lt;br&gt;Logic?&amp;quot; software testing guru nods.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The one with the dirty face washes his face,&amp;quot; He answers wearily.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wrong. The one with the clean face washes his face. Examine the&lt;br&gt;simple logic. The one with the dirty face looks at the one with the&lt;br&gt;clean face&lt;br&gt;and thinks his face is clean. The one with the clean face looks at the&lt;br&gt;one with the dirty face and thinks his face is dirty. So; the one with&lt;br&gt;the&lt;br&gt;clean face washes his face.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very clever&amp;quot; Says Smith. &amp;quot;Give me another test&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The software-testing guru again holds up two fingers &amp;quot;Two men come&lt;br&gt;down a chimney. One comes out with a clean face and the other comes&lt;br&gt;out with a&lt;br&gt;dirty face. Which one washes his face?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We have already established that. The one with the clean face washes his face&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wrong. Each one washes his face. Examine the simple logic. The one&lt;br&gt;with the dirty face looks at the one with the clean face and thinks&lt;br&gt;his face is&lt;br&gt;clean. The one with the clean face looks at the one with the dirty&lt;br&gt;face and thinks his face is dirty. So; the one with the clean face&lt;br&gt;washes his&lt;br&gt;face. When the one with the dirty face sees the one with the clean&lt;br&gt;face washing his face, he also washes his face. So each one washes his&lt;br&gt;face&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t think of that!&amp;quot; Says Smith. &amp;quot; It&amp;#39;s shocking to me that I&lt;br&gt;could make an error in logic. Test me again!.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The software-testing guru holds up two fingers &amp;quot;Two men come down a&lt;br&gt;chimney. One comes out with a clean face and the other comes out with&lt;br&gt;a&lt;br&gt;dirty face. Which one washes his face?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Each one washes his face&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wrong. Neither one washes his face. Examine the simple logic. The one&lt;br&gt;with the dirty face looks at the one with the clean face and thinks&lt;br&gt;his&lt;br&gt;face is clean. The one with the clean face looks at the one with the&lt;br&gt;dirty face and thinks his face is dirty. But when the one with clean&lt;br&gt;face sees&lt;br&gt;that the one with the dirty face doesn&amp;#39;t wash his face, he also&lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t wash his face So neither one washes his face&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Smith is desperate. &amp;quot;I am qualified to study software testing. Please&lt;br&gt;give me one more test&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He groans when the software-testing guru lifts his two fingers, &amp;quot;Two&lt;br&gt;men come down a chimney. One comes out with a clean face and the other&lt;br&gt;comes&lt;br&gt;out with a dirty face. Which one washes his face?&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Neither one washes his face&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wrong. Do you now see, John, why programming knowledge is an&lt;br&gt;insufficient basis for studying the software testing? Tell me, how is&lt;br&gt;it possible for&lt;br&gt;two men to come down the same chimney, and for one to come out with a&lt;br&gt;clean face and the other with a dirty face? Don&amp;#39;t you see?&lt;p&gt;GUYS !!! Requirements for testers will look the same but expectations&lt;br&gt;from clients will vary every now and then…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2889020457527624979?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2889020457527624979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2889020457527624979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/software-testing.html' title='SOFTWARE TESTING'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-7681679290844947769</id><published>2011-10-15T09:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T09:46:10.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when insults had class]</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The exchange between Churchill &amp;amp; Lady Astor:&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She said, &amp;quot;If you were my husband I&amp;#39;d poison your tea.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; He said, &amp;quot;If you were my wife, I&amp;#39;d drink it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; A member of Parliament to Disraeli: &amp;quot;Sir, you will either die on the&lt;br&gt;gallows or of some unspeakable disease.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;That depends, Sir,&amp;quot; said Disraeli, &amp;quot;whether I embrace your policies&lt;br&gt;or your mistress.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He had delusions of adequacy.&amp;quot; - Walter Kerr&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Winston Churchill&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with&lt;br&gt;great pleasure.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Clarence Darrow&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to&lt;br&gt;the dictionary.&amp;quot; - William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I&amp;#39;ll waste no time&lt;br&gt;reading it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; - Moses Hadas&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I&lt;br&gt;approved of it.&amp;quot; - Mark Twain&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends..&amp;quot; -&lt;br&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring&lt;br&gt;a friend.... if you have one.&amp;quot; - George Bernard Shaw to Winston&lt;br&gt;Churchill&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second... if there&lt;br&gt;is one.&amp;quot;&amp;#160;- Winston Churchill, in response.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I feel so miserable without you; it&amp;#39;s almost like having you here.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Stephen Bishop&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He is a self-made man and worships his creator.&amp;quot; - John Bright&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve just learned about his illness. Let&amp;#39;s hope it&amp;#39;s nothing&lt;br&gt;trivial.&amp;quot; - Irvin S. Cobb&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in&lt;br&gt;others.&amp;quot; - Samuel Johnson&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.&amp;quot; - Paul Keating&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Charles, Count Talleyrand&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.&amp;quot; - Forrest Tucker&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address&lt;br&gt;on it?&amp;quot; - Mark Twain&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.&amp;quot; -&amp;#160; Mae&lt;br&gt;West&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;Some&amp;#160; cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Oscar Wilde&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts.. . for support&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;rather than illumination.&amp;quot; - Andrew Lang (1844-1912)&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;He has Van Gogh&amp;#39;s ear for music.&amp;quot; - Billy Wilder&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn&amp;#39;t it.&amp;quot; -&lt;br&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-7681679290844947769?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7681679290844947769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/7681679290844947769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-insults-had-class.html' title='when insults had class]'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-9138592129523733912</id><published>2011-10-15T08:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T08:24:19.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Remembering</title><content type='html'>Life would be perfect if&amp;#160; anger had mute button, mistake had back&lt;br&gt;button, hard times had fast forward button and good times had pause&lt;br&gt;button,&lt;p&gt;Difference between Einstein and Karunanidhi – Einstein believed&lt;br&gt;everything is relative while Karunanidhi&amp;#160; believes relatives are&lt;br&gt;everything,&lt;p&gt;A bird asked Bee you work so hard to make honey and people steal,&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t you feel bad? Bee said that I don&amp;#39;t feel bad as they can never&lt;br&gt;steal my art of making honey,&lt;p&gt;What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared&lt;br&gt;to what lies within us,&lt;p&gt;The tongue weighs practically nothing, but only few people can hold it,&lt;p&gt;The happiness of our life depends upon the quality of our thoughts but&lt;br&gt;quality of our thought depends on the people we have in our life,&lt;p&gt;We get lot of unconditional love when we are born and lots of&lt;br&gt;unconditional respect when we die. We just have to manage the time in&lt;br&gt;between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-9138592129523733912?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/9138592129523733912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/9138592129523733912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/worth-remembering.html' title='Worth Remembering'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6686170948447852976</id><published>2011-10-12T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:35:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick in School.........</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; According to a news report, a certain private school in&amp;#160; Washington&lt;br&gt;was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls were&lt;br&gt;beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine,&lt;br&gt;but after they put on their lipstick, they would press their lips on the&lt;br&gt;mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man&lt;br&gt;would remove them, and the next day the girls would put them back. Finally&lt;br&gt;the principal decided that something had to be done.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the&lt;br&gt;maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major&lt;br&gt;problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night (you can&lt;br&gt;just imagine all the yawns from the little princesses).&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she&lt;br&gt;asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He&lt;br&gt;took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the&lt;br&gt;mirror with it.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; There are teachers.. . . and then there are educators !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6686170948447852976?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6686170948447852976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6686170948447852976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/lipstick-in-school.html' title='Lipstick in School.........'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2724198003756072185</id><published>2011-10-11T09:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:36:09.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Height of Miscommunication and it's COST............</title><content type='html'>A man wanted to celebrate his wife&amp;#39;s Birthday by throwing a party.&lt;br&gt;So he called a baker and ordered a birthday cake.&lt;br&gt;The salesman asked him on the phone what message he wanted put on the cake.&lt;p&gt;He thought for a moment and said, put &amp;quot;getting older but you are&lt;br&gt;getting better&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The salesman asked &amp;quot;how do you want me to put it?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The man said&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#39;Well...put &amp;quot;You are getting older&amp;quot; at the top&lt;br&gt;and &amp;quot;but you are getting better&amp;quot;&amp;#160; at the bottom.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;When the cake was unveiled at the party all the guests were aghast at&lt;br&gt;the message on the cake.&lt;p&gt;It read: &amp;quot;You are getting older at the top, but you are getting better&lt;br&gt;at the bottom&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;br&gt;1. Double proof- read everything before you send.&lt;br&gt;2. Don&amp;#39;t trust others to write it correctly for you.&lt;br&gt;3. Don&amp;#39;t order cakes by telephone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2724198003756072185?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2724198003756072185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2724198003756072185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/height-of-miscommunication-and-its-cost.html' title='Height of Miscommunication and it&apos;s COST............'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-5991512673736546560</id><published>2011-10-11T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:35:20.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wives</title><content type='html'>Why are wives more dangerous than the Mafia?&lt;br&gt;The mafia wants either your money or life...&lt;br&gt;The wives want both!&lt;p&gt;====&lt;p&gt;Marriage is like a Public Toilet.&lt;br&gt;Those waiting outside are desperate to get in &amp;amp; Those inside are&lt;br&gt;desperate to come out.&lt;p&gt;====&lt;p&gt;No Man Can Ever Be Satisfied&lt;br&gt;with 4 things in life.&lt;br&gt;(1) Mobile&lt;br&gt;(2) Automobile&lt;br&gt;(3) TV&lt;br&gt;(4) Wife&lt;p&gt;Because there is always a better model in the neighborhood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Searching these keywords on Google : `How to tackle wife?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;Google search result :&lt;p&gt;`Good Day Sir, Even we are searching`.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Compromising does not mean you are wrong and your wife is right.&amp;#160;It&lt;br&gt;only means that the safety of your head is much more important than&lt;br&gt;your ego!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A friend recently explained why he refuses to get to married. He says&lt;br&gt;the wedding rings look like miniature handcuffs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes thousand workers to build a castle, million soldiers to&lt;br&gt;protect a country,&lt;br&gt;but just one woman to make a Happy Home --------- A Good Maid!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny quote on a husband&amp;#39;s T-Shirt : All girls are devils, but my wife&lt;br&gt;is the queen------------&lt;br&gt;of Them&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-5991512673736546560?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5991512673736546560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/5991512673736546560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/wives.html' title='Wives'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-8075072950042448582</id><published>2011-10-09T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:20:07.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes banned in Pakistan</title><content type='html'>Pakistan&amp;#39;s president Zardari has tasked his country&amp;#39;s top&lt;br&gt;investigation agency to go after those who send, receive, or forward&lt;br&gt;funny or derogatory text messages about the country&amp;#39;s president.&lt;br&gt;Anyone sending or receiving jokes about Zardari will now become liable&lt;br&gt;for a 14-year jail sentence.&lt;br&gt;Temporarily, many Pakistanis who have so far been enjoying sending and&lt;br&gt;reading funny text messages about their president have reverted to&lt;br&gt;sending messages without any mention of Zardari. Bloggers and&lt;br&gt;mainstream Pakistani media have called the new rules &amp;#39;draconian&amp;#39; and&lt;br&gt;many others contended that such laws would actually encourage further&lt;br&gt;ridicule of the Pakistani president who is consistently portrayed in&lt;br&gt;these text messages as a thief, a dog, a traitor or a demon.&lt;br&gt;Here are some of those text messages that have angered the Pakistani&lt;br&gt;establishment:&lt;p&gt;1. Long lines&lt;br&gt;A man standing in a long line for food tells the others in the line&lt;br&gt;that he is leaving the line to go to shoot the president. He returns&lt;br&gt;after a few hours and rejoins the line.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did you manage to kill him&amp;quot;, everyone asks him.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No, that line is longer than this one&amp;quot;, he replies.&lt;p&gt;2. Robber meets Zardari&lt;br&gt;Robber: &amp;quot;Give me all your money!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Zardari: &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you know who I am? I am Asif Ali Zardari.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Robber: &amp;quot;OK. Give me all my money.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3. TV anchor announcing:&lt;br&gt;Terrorists have kidnapped our beloved Zardari and are demanding&lt;br&gt;$5,000,000 or they will burn him with petrol. Please donate what you&lt;br&gt;can. I have donated five liters.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;4. Postmaster General announcing&lt;br&gt;To commemorate the ascension to the Presidency, Pakistan Post has&lt;br&gt;officially launched a new stamp. But the people of Pakistan are&lt;br&gt;confused which side on the stamp to spit on.&lt;p&gt;5. Announcement In Zardari&amp;#39;s official airplane…&lt;br&gt;Mr. President , We are about to land.&lt;br&gt;could you please put Sherry Rehman (former Information minister) in an&lt;br&gt;upright position. Thank you….&lt;p&gt;6. Pakistani meets American&lt;br&gt;Pakistani to American: What do you guys do with thieves?&lt;br&gt;American: We treat them humanely and give them nice food, warm clothes&lt;br&gt;and long jury trials&lt;br&gt;Pakistani: That&amp;#39;s nothing. We give them the presidency.&lt;p&gt;7. Genie meets Pakistani&lt;br&gt;Genie to Pakistani: Order me my master. What can I do for you?&lt;br&gt;Pakistani to Genie: Bring me all the wealth in the Swiss bank.&lt;br&gt;Genie: My name is Genie, not Zardari.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-8075072950042448582?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8075072950042448582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/8075072950042448582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/jokes-banned-in-pakistan.html' title='Jokes banned in Pakistan'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3362858783310457498</id><published>2011-10-04T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:27:06.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XXX Deaf sex</title><content type='html'>Two deaf people get married and during the first week of marriage they&lt;br&gt;find that they are unable to communicate in the bedroom with the&lt;br&gt;lights out since they can&amp;#39;t see each other signing, or read lips.&lt;br&gt;After several nights of fumbling around and many misunderstandings,&lt;br&gt;the wife figures out a solution.&lt;p&gt;She writes a note to her husband: &amp;#39;Honey, Why don&amp;#39;t we agree on some&lt;br&gt;simple signals? For instance, at night, if you want to have sex with&lt;br&gt;me, reach over and squeeze my left breast one time. I f you don&amp;#39;t want&lt;br&gt;to have sex, reach over and squeeze my right breast two times.&lt;p&gt;The husband thinks this is a great idea. He writes back to his wife&lt;br&gt;That if she wants to have sex with him, reach over and pull on his&lt;br&gt;penis one time. If she doesn&amp;#39;t want to have sex, pull on his penis two&lt;br&gt;hundred and fifty times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3362858783310457498?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3362858783310457498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3362858783310457498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/10/xxx-deaf-sex.html' title='XXX Deaf sex'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-4246730666320105816</id><published>2011-09-30T16:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:33:07.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the box Answers ...........................</title><content type='html'>Think Outside the Box&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Below are few Interview Questions, which were asked in HR Round.&amp;#160; Be&lt;br&gt;careful while you answering, No one will GET second chance to impress.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very Impressive Questions and Answers …&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question 1: You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night,&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you&lt;br&gt;see three people waiting for a bus; An old lady who looks as if she is&lt;br&gt;about to die.&amp;#160; An old friend who once saved your life.&amp;#160; The perfect&lt;br&gt;partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that&lt;br&gt;there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of&lt;br&gt;a job application.&lt;p&gt;* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and&lt;br&gt;thus you should save her first;&lt;p&gt;* Or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life,&lt;br&gt;and this would be the perfect chance to pay him back.&lt;p&gt;* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;p&gt;The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble&lt;br&gt;coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?&lt;p&gt;He simply answered: &amp;quot;I would give the car keys to my Old friend and&lt;br&gt;let him take the lady to the hospital. &amp;#160;I would stay behind and wait&lt;br&gt;for the bus with the partner of my dreams.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought&lt;br&gt;limitations. Never forget to &amp;quot;Think outside the Box.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Question 2: What will you do if I run away with your sister?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The candidate who was selected answered, &amp;quot;I will not get a better&lt;br&gt;match for my sister than you sir.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question 3: Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one&lt;br&gt;morning you woke up &amp;amp; found that you were pregnant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girl - I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she&lt;br&gt;managed it well. &amp;#160;Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said&lt;br&gt;later when asked.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question 4: Interviewer: He ordered a cup of coffee for the candidate.&lt;br&gt; Coffee arrived kept before the candidate, then he asked what is&lt;br&gt;before you?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Candidate: Instantly replied &amp;quot;Tea&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got selected.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know how and why did he say &amp;quot;TEA&amp;quot; when he knows very well that&lt;br&gt;coffee was kept before.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;{Answer: The question was &amp;quot;What is before you (U - alphabet) and Reply&lt;br&gt;was &amp;quot;TEA&amp;quot; (T - alphabet)}&lt;p&gt;Alphabet &amp;quot;T&amp;quot; was before Alphabet &amp;quot;U&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Question 5: The interviewer asked to the candidate &amp;quot;This is your last&lt;br&gt;question of the interview. &amp;#160;Please tell me the exact position of the&lt;br&gt;center of this table where u have kept your files.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Candidate confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table&lt;br&gt;and told that this was the central point at the table.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Interviewer asked how did you get to know that this being the central&lt;br&gt;point of this table, then he answers quickly that sir you are not&lt;br&gt;likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question that you&lt;br&gt;promised to ask.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-4246730666320105816?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4246730666320105816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/4246730666320105816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-box-answers.html' title='Out of the box Answers ...........................'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-1437661181696338273</id><published>2011-09-28T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T09:50:58.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi driver</title><content type='html'>Three men were drunk and they stopped a taxi.....the taxi driver&lt;br&gt;figured that they were not in their right minds......so, he just&lt;br&gt;switched on the engine and switched it off after a while and told them&lt;br&gt;: &amp;quot;we have arrived&amp;quot;......&lt;p&gt;The first man gave him money.....&amp;#160;the second one thanked him.....&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;but the third one....he slapped the taxi driver.....&lt;br&gt;The taxi driver was stunned because he was hoping that none of them&lt;br&gt;must have realized that the car didn&amp;#39;t move an inch..&lt;br&gt;so, he asked the third man: &amp;quot;what was that for?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The third man replied: &amp;quot;control your speed next time you got here so&lt;br&gt;quick you almost killed us.....&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-1437661181696338273?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1437661181696338273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/1437661181696338273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/09/taxi-driver.html' title='Taxi driver'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-6784586487345900008</id><published>2011-09-27T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T14:06:49.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; Oh, come on.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife:&amp;#160; Leave me alone!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; It won&amp;#39;t take long.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife:&amp;#160; I won&amp;#39;t be able to sleep afterwards.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; I can&amp;#39;t sleep without it.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: Why do you think of things like this in the&lt;br&gt;middle of the night?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband: Because I&amp;#39;m hot.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: You get hot at the worst times.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; If you love me I wouldn&amp;#39;t have to beg you.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: If you love me you&amp;#39;d be more considerate.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; You don&amp;#39;t love me anymore.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: Yes I do, but let&amp;#39;s forget it for tonight.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband: Please ........... go on.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: All right, I&amp;#39;ll do it.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband: What&amp;#39;s the matter? You need a torch?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife:&amp;#160; I can&amp;#39;t find it in the dark.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband: Oh, for heaven&amp;#39;s sake, feel for it!&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife: There! Are you satisfied?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband: Oh, yes.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife:&amp;#160; Is it up far enough?&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Husband:&amp;#160; Yeah! that&amp;#39;s good.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Wife:&amp;#160; Right!&amp;#160; Now go to sleep.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; And the next time you want the bloody window open, do&lt;br&gt;it yourself!!&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; &amp;#160; Now, what were you expecting??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-6784586487345900008?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6784586487345900008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/6784586487345900008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/09/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave me alone'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-3197300373045287500</id><published>2011-09-26T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:34:54.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>XX - Wicked Ones.....!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was devastated to find out my wife was having an affair.&lt;p&gt;But I was able to come to terms with the whole thing by turning to religion.&lt;p&gt;I converted to Islam, and we&amp;#39;re stoning her in the morning.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;The wife suggested I get myself one of those penis enlargers, so I did.&lt;br&gt;She&amp;#39;s 21 and her name is Jenny.&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Went to the pub with my girlfriend last night.&amp;#160; The locals were&lt;br&gt;shouting &amp;quot;Paedophile!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;and other nasty names at me, just because my girlfriend is 21 and I&amp;#39;m 50.&lt;br&gt;It completely ruined our 10th anniversary.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;The thing I love most about this hot weather is the short skirts and&lt;br&gt;low cut tops --&lt;p&gt;although they do make me look a bit gay.&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;My son was thrown out of school today for letting a girl in his class&lt;br&gt;give him a hand-job.&lt;br&gt;I said to him, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s 3 schools this year. You&amp;#39;d better stop&lt;br&gt;before you&amp;#39;re banned from&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;teaching altogether.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Prince William said he didn&amp;#39;t want the traditional fruit-cake at his wedding.&lt;br&gt;Prince Phillip said he didn&amp;#39;t give a toss, and went anyway&lt;br&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;The cost of living has now gotten so bad that my wife is having sex&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;with me because she can&amp;#39;t afford batteries&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-3197300373045287500?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3197300373045287500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/3197300373045287500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/09/xx-wicked-ones.html' title='XX - Wicked Ones.....!!!!'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27651656.post-2127004803010131603</id><published>2011-09-26T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:33:12.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life values</title><content type='html'>At a wedding party recently someone yelled, &amp;quot;All the married men&lt;br&gt;please stand next to the one person who has made your life worth&lt;br&gt;living.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The bartender was crushed to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27651656-2127004803010131603?l=jqfs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2127004803010131603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27651656/posts/default/2127004803010131603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jqfs.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-values.html' title='Life values'/><author><name>Meister Joker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04754217313692439840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
