<?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-4638933113508483769</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:17:13.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored ?? Its for you..read on..</title><subtitle type='html'>All that sounds interesting and funny are posted here....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-6603169260578549684</id><published>2009-03-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:55:50.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit my new blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangalorea2z.blogspot.com/"&gt;In Search of a Greener Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hereafter will be concentrating on this new blog since the subject is more interesting.This new blog is more of visuals than write-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all and see you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-6603169260578549684?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6603169260578549684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=6603169260578549684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/6603169260578549684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/6603169260578549684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-check-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-2501278284043594618</id><published>2009-01-06T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:00:29.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SWRIslm3_tI/AAAAAAAAFUA/MsJmuU_giBI/s1600-h/fsffsf.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gurlzgroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If time doesn't wait for you, don't worry! Just remove the damn battery from the clock and Enjoy life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expecting the world to treat u fairly coz u r a good person is likeexpecting the lion not to attack u coz u r a vegetarian. Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty isn't measured by outer appearance and what clothes we wear,but what we are inside .. So, try going out naked tomorrow and see the admiration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't walk as if you rule the world,walk as if you don't care who rules the world! That's called Attitude…! Keep on rocking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every lady hopes that her daughter will marry a better man than she didand is convinced that her son will never find a wife as good as his father did!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a good man. He never smoked, drank had no affair. When he died, the insurance company refused the claim. They said, he who never lived, cannot die! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man threw his wife in a pond of Crocodiles? He's now being harassed by the Animal Rights Activists for being cruel to the Crocodiles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many options for suicide: Poison, sleeping pills, hanging,jumping from a building, lying on train tracks, but we chose Marriage, slow sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 20 percent boys have brains, rest have girlfriends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All desirable things in life are eitherillegal, banned, expensive or married to someone else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laziness is our biggest enemy - Jawaharlal NehruWe should learn to love our enemies - Mahatma GandhiAb aap bataaye kiski sune bapu di ya chacha di??? (which one you choose?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10% of road accidents are due to drunken driving. Which makes it a logical statement that90% of accidents are due to driving without drinking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SWRIslm3_tI/AAAAAAAAFUA/MsJmuU_giBI/s1600-h/fsffsf.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gurlzgroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-2501278284043594618?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2501278284043594618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=2501278284043594618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2501278284043594618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2501278284043594618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring ??'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-4523799622780210860</id><published>2008-12-23T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T03:12:10.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Created Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God created the donkey&lt;br /&gt;and said to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a donkey. You will work un-tiringly from sunrise to sunset&lt;br /&gt;carrying burdens on your back. You will eat grass,&lt;br /&gt;you will have no intelligence and you will live 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donkey answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I will be a donkey, but to live 50years is much. Give me only 20years"&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... .......... ......... ......... ......... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God created the dog&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will guard the house of man. You will be his best Friend.&lt;br /&gt;You will eat the scraps that he gives you and&lt;br /&gt;you will live 30years.&lt;br /&gt;You will be a dog. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog answered:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, to live 30years is too much,give me only15 years."&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ......... ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;God created the monkey&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a monkey. You will swing from branch to branch doing tricks.&lt;br /&gt;You will be amusing and you will live&lt;br /&gt;20 years. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey&lt;br /&gt;answered:&lt;br /&gt;"To live 20years is too much, give me only 10years."&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .......... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally God created man...&lt;br /&gt;and said to him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be man, the only rational creature on the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;You will use your intelligence to become master over all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;You will dominate the world and you will live 20years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man responded:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I will be a man but to live only&lt;br /&gt;20 years is very little,&lt;br /&gt;give me the 30years that the donkey refused,&lt;br /&gt;the 15years that the dog did not want and&lt;br /&gt;the 10years the monkey refused.&lt;br /&gt;" God granted man's wish&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And since then, man lives&lt;br /&gt;20 years as a man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marries and spends&lt;br /&gt;30 years like a donkey,&lt;br /&gt;working and carrying all the burdens on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when his children are grown,&lt;br /&gt;he lives 15years like a dog taking care of the house&lt;br /&gt;and eating whatever is given to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that when he is old,&lt;br /&gt;he can retire and live 10years like a monkey,&lt;br /&gt;going from house to house and from one son or&lt;br /&gt;daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grandchildren....&lt;br /&gt;and life goes on and on...............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-4523799622780210860?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4523799622780210860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=4523799622780210860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4523799622780210860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4523799622780210860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-created-man.html' title='God Created Man'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-4536158386394538964</id><published>2008-12-23T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:32:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What A World is this Boss ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When a Girl Cries ------------ The World "Consoles" her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But when a boy cries ---------- Come on man don't be A "Girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If A Girl slaps a Boy ----------- Definitely the Boy would have "done something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If Boy Slaps a girl -------------- Rascal doesn't know how to "Respect Ladies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If a Girl is talking to Boys ----- She is "Very Friendly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If a Boy talks to a Girl ---------- He is "flirting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If a Girl meets with accident -------------------- Then its "mistake of others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If a Boy meets with same accident ------------ Bloody you "don't know how to Drive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What A World is this Boss :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SVDY7emDNlI/AAAAAAAAFCo/WuW7C7jQt4Q/s1600-h/poorkid_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282960879242131026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SVDY7emDNlI/AAAAAAAAFCo/WuW7C7jQt4Q/s200/poorkid_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-4536158386394538964?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4536158386394538964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=4536158386394538964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4536158386394538964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4536158386394538964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-world-is-this-boss.html' title='What A World is this Boss ???'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SVDY7emDNlI/AAAAAAAAFCo/WuW7C7jQt4Q/s72-c/poorkid_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-4123438588445109866</id><published>2008-12-17T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:09:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Sense Of Humour</title><content type='html'>A middle aged woman had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;While on the operating table she had a near death experience.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing God She asked "Is my time up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said, "No, you have another 43  years, 2 months and 8 days to live."&lt;br /&gt;Upon recovery, the woman decided to stay in the hospital and have a Facelift, liposuction, and a tummy tuck. She even had someone come in and change her hair color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she had so much more time to live, she figured she might as well make the most of it.&lt;br /&gt;After her last operation, She was released from the hospital. While crossing the street on her way Home, she was killed by an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in front of God, she demanded, "I thought you said I had another 40 years?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you pull me from out of the path of the ambulance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!! I didn't recognize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few Indian Cartoons......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWsGRFGaI/AAAAAAAAFdE/XYhFQyxC0Qk/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWsGRFGaI/AAAAAAAAFdE/XYhFQyxC0Qk/s200/7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283964639648162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWsDDOB1I/AAAAAAAAFc8/mxlVluO1h8A/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWsDDOB1I/AAAAAAAAFc8/mxlVluO1h8A/s200/6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283963776206674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWr7pLxUI/AAAAAAAAFc0/GNVVWHRxFKM/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWr7pLxUI/AAAAAAAAFc0/GNVVWHRxFKM/s200/5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283961787958594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWrnLJNoI/AAAAAAAAFcs/Ih_y6GztZQY/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWrnLJNoI/AAAAAAAAFcs/Ih_y6GztZQY/s200/4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283956293252738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWrX0ktnI/AAAAAAAAFck/Oc-nFxUPaEo/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWrX0ktnI/AAAAAAAAFck/Oc-nFxUPaEo/s200/2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283952172054130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWPYtG4CI/AAAAAAAAFcc/cA12RbPRWHA/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWPYtG4CI/AAAAAAAAFcc/cA12RbPRWHA/s200/3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299283471372836898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrVG2qMDJI/AAAAAAAAFcU/PLI1yggf4Fw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrVG2qMDJI/AAAAAAAAFcU/PLI1yggf4Fw/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299282225283206290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-4123438588445109866?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/4123438588445109866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=4123438588445109866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4123438588445109866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/4123438588445109866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/gods-sense-of-humour.html' title='God&apos;s Sense Of Humour'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2105Y_6JpE/SYrWsGRFGaI/AAAAAAAAFdE/XYhFQyxC0Qk/s72-c/7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-3331495169065368977</id><published>2008-12-17T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:36:40.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeka Daa Englishh..</title><content type='html'>The bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American woman is sitting across from them.  The woman isn't paying attention to their conversation at first, but her attention is grabbed when she hears one of the men say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emma comes first. Den I come.  Den two asses come together.  I come once-a-more.  Two asses, they come together again.  I come again and pee twice.  Then I come one lasta time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed pig" shouts the lady indignantly. "In this country....we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, coola down lady," said the man.  "Who talkin' abouta sexa?  I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spella... 'Mississippi'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-3331495169065368977?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3331495169065368977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=3331495169065368977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/3331495169065368977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/3331495169065368977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/speeka-daa-englishh.html' title='Speeka Daa Englishh..'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-131222398590149196</id><published>2008-12-17T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:33:52.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Underestimate Drunkards....</title><content type='html'>Two drunkardss stumble out of a pub in at about 4:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;They stagger to the nearest lamppost and lean against it when along comes a policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first drunk pipes up, "Excuse me, ossifer, but I wonder could you tell me if the last bus to Dublin has left yet."&lt;br /&gt;To which the policeman replies "Of course it has. It ' s 4:00 in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;The second drunk then weighs in and says, "Sorry, sir, but I wonder if the last bus to Galway has left yet."&lt;br /&gt;The officer again replies "Of course it has. It ' s 4:00 in the morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first drunk then starts up again and asks, "Could you tell me please, ossifer, has the last bus to Cork gone yet."&lt;br /&gt;The policeman is really irritated now so he shouts, "It ' s 4am, all the bloody buses have gone!"&lt;br /&gt;And with that the first drunk turns to his friend and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, Mick, we can cross the road now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-131222398590149196?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/131222398590149196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=131222398590149196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/131222398590149196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/131222398590149196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-underestimate-drunkards.html' title='Never Underestimate Drunkards....'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-2270443431640132432</id><published>2008-12-17T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:19:54.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join The Queue</title><content type='html'>A man was leaving a cafe when he noticed an unusual funeral.&lt;br /&gt;A funeral Coffin was followed by a second one.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the second coffin was a Solitary man walking with a black dog.&lt;br /&gt;Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in single line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man couldn't stand his curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry to disturb&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;But I've never seen a funeral like this with so many of you walking in&lt;br /&gt;single line.&lt;br /&gt;Whose funeral is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied,"That first coffin is for my wife."&lt;br /&gt;What happened to her?"&lt;br /&gt;"My dog attacked and killed her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, who is in the second coffin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked&lt;br /&gt;And killed her also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men.&lt;br /&gt;Then the First one asks in excitement, "Can I borrow the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied,"Join the queue…………………………"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-2270443431640132432?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2270443431640132432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=2270443431640132432&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2270443431640132432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2270443431640132432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/join-queue.html' title='Join The Queue'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-7935625571275222195</id><published>2008-12-17T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:46:37.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortest 'Love' Story !!!</title><content type='html'>Boy:- Think again?&lt;br /&gt;Girl:- I told u. No no &amp;amp; no&lt;br /&gt;Boy:- Waiter, bring separate bills.............&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;Girl:- ok ok....... I Love u too.......:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-7935625571275222195?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/7935625571275222195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=7935625571275222195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/7935625571275222195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/7935625571275222195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/shortest-love-story.html' title='Shortest &apos;Love&apos; Story !!!'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-5472365031701466384</id><published>2008-12-16T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:25:34.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sardar and Other Jokes</title><content type='html'>Prince Charles &amp;amp; Sardarji were having dinner.Prince said, "Pass the wine you divine".Sardar thinks "how poetic"Sardar says, "pass the custard you bastard".&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar at bar in New York .Man on his right says "Johny Walker single"Man on his left says "Peter Scotch single"Sardar says - "Baljith Singh Married"&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Boss : am giving u job as a driver. STARTING salary Rs.2000/-, is it o.kSardar : U R great sir! Starting salary is o.k.......but??how much is DRIVING salary...?***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Sardar's theory : Moon is more impt than Sun, coz it gives light atnight when light is needed &amp;amp; Sun gives light during the day when lightis not needed!!!***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;2 sardars are driving a Car, one puts on the indicator and asks theother to check whether its working, he puts his head out and saysYES...NO...YES...NO...YES...NO...&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar shouting 2 his girl friend " u said v will do register marriageand cheated me, I was waiting 4 u yesterday whole day in the postoffice...&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;A Tamilian call up sardar and asks " tamil therima??"Sardar got mad, angrily replied.... "Hindi tera baap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;2 sardarjis looking at Egyptian mummy.Sar 1 : Look so many bandages, pakka lorry accident case.Sar 2 : Aaho, lorry number is also written...BC 1760!!!..&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;A sardar on an interview 4 da post detective.Interviewer : who killed Gandhi?Sardar : Thank u sir 4 giving me d job, I will start investigating.......&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;A sardar for an exam had studied only one essay 'FRIEND', but in theexam the essay which came was 'FATHER' . he replaced friend with fatherin the essay and it read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM A VERY FATHERLY PERSON, I HAVE LOTS OF FATHERS,SOME OF MY FATHERS ARE MALE AND SOME ARE FEMALE. MY TRUEFATHER IS MY NEIGHBOUR.&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Interviewar: what s ur qualification?Sardarji : Sir I am Ph.d.Interviewar : what do u mean by Ph.d?Sardarji : (smiling) PASSED HIGHSCHOOL with DIFFICULTY....&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Amitab : In which state Cauvery flows?Sardar : liquid state.....Audience clapped.. Amitab stunned, looks behind, ALL WERE SARDARS.......&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Give an example of complete bussiness failure due to negligence??&lt;br /&gt;Sardar Student : A Pregnant Prostitute.......&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-5472365031701466384?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/5472365031701466384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=5472365031701466384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/5472365031701466384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/5472365031701466384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/sardar-again.html' title='Sardar and Other Jokes'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-635938283753256526</id><published>2008-12-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:26:41.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pappu</title><content type='html'>Ravan: "Tell me child, what do u want?"&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "i want 100 vardan's"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: "but i can give u only 3 vardans"&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "but i want 100 vardans"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: "no child, that's not possible"&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "no i want 100 means 100"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: "no i can give u only 3 if u want then take or else i m going."&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "ok but whatever 3 i ask u, will you grant me surely?"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: "sure, its promise from rakshas raj Ravan"&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "1st vardan, convert that GADA on ur shoulder to wodden bamboo  stick"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: "tathastu" and his Gada turns into a stick.&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "second vardan, put that stick in ur a**hole"&lt;br /&gt;Ravan: (confused but........)"tathastu" and in great pain asks pappu toaskfor the third vardan asap...&lt;br /&gt;Pappu: "now, are you giving me rest 98 vardans or should i ask forconverting that stick again to GADA ??"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-635938283753256526?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/635938283753256526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=635938283753256526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/635938283753256526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/635938283753256526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/pappu.html' title='Pappu'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-3302643551604833813</id><published>2008-12-16T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:18:08.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nail In The Fence</title><content type='html'>There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.&lt;br /&gt;His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.&lt;br /&gt;He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the ! day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.&lt;br /&gt;He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.&lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said,&lt;br /&gt;"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there. &lt;br /&gt;A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-3302643551604833813?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/3302643551604833813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=3302643551604833813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/3302643551604833813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/3302643551604833813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/nail-in-fence.html' title='Nail In The Fence'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-2120256779175153779</id><published>2008-12-16T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:56:55.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appraisal Letter</title><content type='html'>Dear Manager (HR),&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Vinod, my assistant programmer, can always be found&lt;br /&gt;         hard at work in his cubicle. Vinod works independently, without&lt;br /&gt;         wasting company time talking to colleagues. Vinod never&lt;br /&gt;         thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always&lt;br /&gt;         finishes given assignments on time. Often Vinod takes extended&lt;br /&gt;         measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee &lt;br /&gt;         breaks. Vinod is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;         vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound&lt;br /&gt;         knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that Vinod can be&lt;br /&gt;         classed as a high-calibre employee, the type which cannot be&lt;br /&gt;         dispensed with. Consequently, I duly recommend that Vinod be&lt;br /&gt;         promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be&lt;br /&gt;         sent away as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;         Signed - Project Leader  &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        NB: That stupid idiot was reading over my shoulder when I wrote the report&lt;br /&gt;        sent to you earlier today. Kindly read only the odd lines (1, 3, 5, 7, 9,11, 13)&lt;br /&gt;        for my true assessment of him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-2120256779175153779?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/2120256779175153779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=2120256779175153779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2120256779175153779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/2120256779175153779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/appraisal-letter.html' title='Appraisal Letter'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4638933113508483769.post-6296885383102502275</id><published>2008-12-16T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:53:34.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Bride</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, "Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place 'the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put the prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, "Hey, its not a life sentence, OKAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4638933113508483769-6296885383102502275?l=mypageforall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/feeds/6296885383102502275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4638933113508483769&amp;postID=6296885383102502275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/6296885383102502275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4638933113508483769/posts/default/6296885383102502275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypageforall.blogspot.com/2008/12/virgin-bridge.html' title='Virgin Bride'/><author><name>Narayanan Hariharan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12233295161823295760</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
