<?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-34623324</id><updated>2011-08-29T05:26:37.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laffter - The Nutter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-5942262235018748652</id><published>2011-08-15T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:47:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BB woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Son: dad I want to buy blackberry or apple. Dad: arre beta bhutte ka season he bhutte kha...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-5942262235018748652?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/5942262235018748652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=5942262235018748652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5942262235018748652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5942262235018748652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2011/08/bb-woes.html' title='BB woes'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-1360547737226060240</id><published>2011-08-15T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:45:42.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Girl was sitting on a bench in Garden. &lt;br /&gt;Bhikhari (beggar):Hi Darling! &lt;br /&gt;girl angrily:How dare u call me darling? &lt;br /&gt;Bhikhari:Then wat r u doing on my BED !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-1360547737226060240?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/1360547737226060240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=1360547737226060240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/1360547737226060240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/1360547737226060240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2011/08/darling.html' title='Darling'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-6967505562372741889</id><published>2011-04-06T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:43:19.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Wife- Aaj tum udaas kyo ho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;husbd- Aaj meri maa or meri behen alag ho gai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Wife- Koi baat nahi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;ab me aa gai hu na,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;me tumhari maa behen ek kar dungi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-6967505562372741889?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/6967505562372741889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=6967505562372741889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6967505562372741889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6967505562372741889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2011/04/normal-0-false-false-false-en-gb-x-none.html' title=''/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-6950636885572225898</id><published>2011-04-06T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:39:43.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirituality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Where do sheep get their spirituality from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baa Baa Blacksheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-6950636885572225898?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/6950636885572225898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=6950636885572225898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6950636885572225898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6950636885572225898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2011/04/spirituality.html' title='Spirituality'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-6753587820890744188</id><published>2010-06-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T09:08:54.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Condom Slogans</title><content type='html'>See what would happen to the Famous Advertising punch lines of all the big Multinational and National Companies if they start marketing condoms also, Their product's famous Advertisement lines would fit so very perfectly for their Condoms too, in fact much better than for their existing products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMUL Condoms : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The taste of India" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUX Condoms : &lt;br /&gt;"The choice of Indian Film Stars for over 50 years" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPSODENT Condoms : &lt;br /&gt;"Raat Bhar Dhishum Dhishum" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLGATE Condoms : &lt;br /&gt;"Yeh Hai Hamara Suraksha Chakra" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOKIA Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Connecting People" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRF Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Extra Rubber - Extra Mileage" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Finger Licking Good" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moov Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Aah Se Aahaa Tak" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRINDA Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Zor Ka Jhatka Dhire Se Lage" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGGI Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;" Sirf Do Minute aur READY" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DABUR {CHAWANPARASH} Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Immunity &amp;amp; Strenght" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODREJ {Hair Dye} Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Kaato, Kholo, Lagaao" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRITE Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Bujhaye only Pyaas..Baaki all Bakwaas" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA SKY Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Isko laga dala to life Jhingalala" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THUMBS UP Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Taste The Thunder" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCA COLA Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Live Condoms,Sleep Condoms,Dream Condoms but Only Coca Cola Condoms" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTOMAC Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Sabkuch Dikhta Hai" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CADBURY Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Asli Swad Jindagi Ka" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAJ Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;" Wah Taj, Wah " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARUTI SUZUKI Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;" The people's Condom " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELIANCE Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Think bigger " (What??) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESTLE Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Everyday" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIAN OIL Condoms: &lt;br /&gt;"Extra power - extra mileage" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…and the last but not the least amusing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLO CONDOMS: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Condom with a HOLE "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-6753587820890744188?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/6753587820890744188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=6753587820890744188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6753587820890744188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/6753587820890744188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2010/06/condom-slogans.html' title='Condom Slogans'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-2451822781320019363</id><published>2010-06-19T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:23:16.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genie - grant a wish</title><content type='html'>Genie: Kya hukum hain mere Aaka?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Mere account mein 50 crore cash aur Katrina Kaif se 10 sec mein shaadi kara do&lt;br /&gt;Genie: Aaka!! Hukum karo, gaand masti nahin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-2451822781320019363?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/2451822781320019363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=2451822781320019363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2451822781320019363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2451822781320019363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2010/06/genie-grant-wish.html' title='Genie - grant a wish'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-5281804425700992031</id><published>2010-06-19T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:20:27.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodh ka scene</title><content type='html'>Film Director to Mallika Sherawat: Suhaag raat ka scene hain. Hero aata hain aur aap use doodh ka glass deti hain.&lt;br /&gt;Mallika: Glass se hi pilana tha to Vidya Balan ko le lete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-5281804425700992031?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/5281804425700992031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=5281804425700992031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5281804425700992031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5281804425700992031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2010/06/doodh-ka-scene.html' title='Doodh ka scene'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-4038147360669830740</id><published>2010-03-22T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T04:02:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPL III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Harbhajan ne apni biwi sepoocha: Kya main tumhara pehla pyar hoon?&lt;br /&gt;Uske biwi ne kaha: Chal ja be pagle. Spinner se koi kabhi opening karvata hain kya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-4038147360669830740?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/4038147360669830740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=4038147360669830740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/4038147360669830740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/4038147360669830740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2010/03/ipl-iii.html' title='IPL III'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-1259049071451162102</id><published>2009-08-10T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T04:00:38.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Understanding Man In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/Sn_9k7oTr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/31IxD3WcgE0/s1600-h/100820091069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 2px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368288091772792770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/Sn_9k7oTr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/31IxD3WcgE0/s400/100820091069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you girls, waiting for? Please dial. Remember STD code is 040 ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-1259049071451162102?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/1259049071451162102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=1259049071451162102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/1259049071451162102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/1259049071451162102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/08/most-understanding-man-in-world.html' title='Most Understanding Man In The World'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/Sn_9k7oTr8I/AAAAAAAAABs/31IxD3WcgE0/s72-c/100820091069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-7442706731619680569</id><published>2009-05-21T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:11:58.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Dick</title><content type='html'>On seeing an elephant's dick in the zoo, the little boy asked his mom,"Ma, what is that?"&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, she said, "It's nothing"&lt;br /&gt;His Pa boomed from behind,"Heard it finally? Even THAT is nothing for your mum"..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-7442706731619680569?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/7442706731619680569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=7442706731619680569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/7442706731619680569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/7442706731619680569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/05/short-dick.html' title='Short Dick'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-2195946142060794685</id><published>2009-05-02T21:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:48:18.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No carbon copies please!!</title><content type='html'>Once at a hill station, on the lawn of a big hotel, three elderly women were playing cards. A fourth approached and she asked if she could join them. They said,"Of course, you are welcome, but there are a few rules." And they handed her a printed card, with four rules on it 1 - Never talk abot mink coats, because we all have them. 2 - Never talk about your grandchildren, because we all are grandmothers. 3 - Never talk about jewelry because we all have precious jewelry. And 4 - Never talk about sex - what was, was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-2195946142060794685?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/2195946142060794685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=2195946142060794685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2195946142060794685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2195946142060794685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-carbon-copies-please.html' title='No carbon copies please!!'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-7638009163157522053</id><published>2009-05-02T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:47:42.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Lost</title><content type='html'>A little boy comes home from school one day and says, Hey mommy, I just saw a flat cat!" "Uh," says his mother. "How did you know it was flat?" "Because there was another cat pumping it up!"a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-7638009163157522053?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/7638009163157522053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=7638009163157522053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/7638009163157522053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/7638009163157522053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/05/totally-lost.html' title='Totally Lost'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-8901530296369562274</id><published>2009-03-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:42:50.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing, Something and Everything</title><content type='html'>From nothing, something is born and from something, everything comes.&lt;br /&gt;The rose blooms not because the sun is there. But because to bloom is its nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-8901530296369562274?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/8901530296369562274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=8901530296369562274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/8901530296369562274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/8901530296369562274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-something-and-everything.html' title='Nothing, Something and Everything'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-3730667953907374614</id><published>2009-03-12T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:47:43.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This hit the inbox..I died of laffter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was afraid, I was petrified,&lt;br /&gt;When you said you had 10 inches Lord I almost died,&lt;br /&gt;But I'd spent oh so many yrs just waiting for a man that long,&lt;br /&gt;That I grew strong,&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that I could take you on. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there you are,&lt;br /&gt;Another lie,&lt;br /&gt;I was ready for a big mac and you've bought me a French fry,&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that it was bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;Just a sad pathetic dream,&lt;br /&gt;Should have known there was no anaconda lurking in those jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go,&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you promise me 10 inches then turn up with only 4,&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you a prat to think I wouldn't catch you out,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know we're only joking when we say size doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive,&lt;br /&gt;Cos as long as I have batteries,&lt;br /&gt;My sex life is gonna thrive,&lt;br /&gt;I will always have good sex with a handful of latex,&lt;br /&gt;I will survive, I will survive. . .hey . hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your little wiener standing tall and proud,&lt;br /&gt;But to hell with your ego and to hell with all your needs,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm saving all my lovin' for some cordless multispeeds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go,&lt;br /&gt;Follow the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw a prick that small was watching a cholestorol&lt;br /&gt;blood test,&lt;br /&gt;I should have asked for confirmation,&lt;br /&gt;Should have asked for referees,&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't have you waving that wee winky thing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go,&lt;br /&gt;Just hit the track,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me home no tiddlers,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'll always throw them back,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I could do with a prick as small as yours,&lt;br /&gt;Is to stick it with a tooth pick&lt;br /&gt;Dip it in tomato sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on now go,&lt;br /&gt;Get out my sight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my appliance,&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know it's length is right,&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever see your tiny tockley at my door,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be counting up your inches as you pick them off the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-3730667953907374614?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/3730667953907374614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=3730667953907374614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/3730667953907374614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/3730667953907374614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-will-survive.html' title='I will Survive'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-2455064691735229439</id><published>2008-05-22T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:23:56.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Chinese in 5 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/SDVJpwcbuCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlaUpaS3UJQ/s1600-h/Learn+Chinese.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203145926224099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/SDVJpwcbuCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlaUpaS3UJQ/s200/Learn+Chinese.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This had me in splits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-2455064691735229439?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/2455064691735229439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=2455064691735229439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2455064691735229439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/2455064691735229439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2008/05/learn-chinese-in-5-minutes.html' title='Learn Chinese in 5 minutes'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_p-5ZmnS1czY/SDVJpwcbuCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dlaUpaS3UJQ/s72-c/Learn+Chinese.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-5312202250821009487</id><published>2007-07-16T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:11:55.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Joe Levy went to a leading mountain resort for a week's vacation. That night when he ordered dinner the waiter told him that he highly recommended the chicken soup. Joe replied, "I hate soup. I never eat soup. I couldn't care less." He ate his dinner, played cards, and retired to his room early and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night, the man in the room below his took sick suddenly and the house doctor recommended that they get a nurse and give an enema. The nurse arrived and in error entered Joe's room and before he even realised what was happening to him, gave him the enema and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got back to New York, his friends asked him how he had liked the hotel. He said,” It was very nice, but if you ever go there and the waiter suggests that you eat soup, eat it, otherwise they shove it into you anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-5312202250821009487?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/5312202250821009487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=5312202250821009487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5312202250821009487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5312202250821009487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2007/07/soup.html' title='The Soup'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-3074598565697266185</id><published>2007-05-23T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T00:03:25.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Nasty!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walks into Wal-Mart with her two kids in tow, screaming obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's dressed in dirty jeans, a greasy T-shirt with holes in it and wearing flip-flops exposing her cracked and filthy toenails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she yells at the kids, she exposes her yellowed, crooked teeth with more than a few missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wal-Mart Greeter says, 'Good morning and welcome to Wal-Mart. Nice children you've got there. Are they twins?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly woman stops screaming long enough to say, 'Hell no they ain't! The oldest one, he's 9 and the younger one, she's 7. Why the Hell would you think they're twins? Do you really think they look alike?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,' replies the greeter, 'I just couldn't believe someone had sex with you twice.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-3074598565697266185?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/3074598565697266185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=3074598565697266185&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/3074598565697266185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/3074598565697266185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2007/05/real-nasty.html' title='A Real Nasty!!'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-5397632075757582848</id><published>2007-04-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T08:59:54.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Larry and Bob wanted to go out drinking, but they only had $2.00 between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry said, "Hang on, I have an idea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went next door to the butcher's shop and spent the $2.00 on one large sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob said, "Are you crazy??? Now we don't have any money left at all!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry replied, "Don't worry - just follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went into a pub where Larry immediately ordered two double shots of Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob said, "Now you've lost it! Do you know how much trouble we will be in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't got any money to pay for this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry replied, with a smile, "Don't worry - I have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!" They downed their drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry said "OK! I'll stick the sausage through my zipper and you get on your knees and put it in your mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said and done, the barman noticed them, went berserk, and threw them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They continued this, bar after bar, getting more and drunk, all for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tenth bar, Bob said, "Larry - I don't think I can do this anymore. My mouth is sore and my knees are killing me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry said, "How do you think I feel? I lost the sausage after the third pub!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-5397632075757582848?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/5397632075757582848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=5397632075757582848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5397632075757582848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/5397632075757582848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2007/04/drunken-passion.html' title='Drunken Passion'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-116230407141763696</id><published>2006-10-31T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:14:31.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedlock humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why do Bride &amp; Groom exchange varmaala at the wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;To tell each other affectionately... Sweetheart U R Dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Different Phases of a man:&lt;br /&gt;After engagement: Superman&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage: Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years: Watchman&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years: Doberman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(That was hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbour has it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Prospective husband: Do you have a book called 'Man, The Master of Women'?&lt;br /&gt;Salesgirl: The fiction department is on the other side, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A man who surrenders when he's WRONG, is HONEST.&lt;br /&gt;A man who surrenders when he's NOT SURE, is WISE.&lt;br /&gt;A man who surrenders when he's RIGHT, is a HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Man receives telegram: Wife dead-should be buried or cremated?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Don't take any chances. Burn the body and bury the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Why dogs don't marry?&lt;br /&gt;Because they are already leading a dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Fact of life: One woman brings you into this world crying &amp;amp; the other ensures you continue to do so for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Why doesn't law permit a man to marry a second woman?&lt;br /&gt;Because as per law you cannot be punished twice for the same offence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Life is a paradox-what u want u don't get(love), what u get, u don't njoy(marriage), what u njoy is not permanent(girlfriend), what is permanent is boring(wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• What men want: A woman who can cook, a woman who earns good money, a woman who loves him &amp;amp; a system to make sure that those 3 women never meet&lt;br /&gt;each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Lady 2 her maid: Oh Kanta, I have reason to suspect that my husband is having an affair with his secretary."&lt;br /&gt;Kanta : I don't believe it! U r just saying that 2 make me jealous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-116230407141763696?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/116230407141763696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=116230407141763696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116230407141763696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116230407141763696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/wedlock-humor.html' title='Wedlock humor'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-116116678654034088</id><published>2006-10-18T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:25:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The bank robbers rush into the bank and order all the customers and clerks to get behind the counter. Then they tell everyone to take off all their clothes and lie face down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;One nervous female clerk pulls off her dress and lies down, face up.&lt;br /&gt;“Turn over, Reena,” whispers her friend, “this is a robbery, not the office party!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-116116678654034088?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/116116678654034088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=116116678654034088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116116678654034088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116116678654034088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/original.html' title='Original'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-116116667370789386</id><published>2006-10-18T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:26:53.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Kya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A farmer, munching on a cookie, is watching a big rooster chasing a hen and gaining ground at every lap. The farmer throws a piece of cookie in front of the racing pair.&lt;br /&gt;The rooster comes to a sliding stop and gobbles up the tidbit.&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh,” says the farmer, “ I hope I never get that hungry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-116116667370789386?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/116116667370789386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=116116667370789386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116116667370789386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116116667370789386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/hungry-kya.html' title='Hungry Kya?'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-116093572840873656</id><published>2006-10-15T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:54:22.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Italian Case</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luigi comes home after eighteen months abroad and is amazed to find his wife, Carlotta, has a three-week-old baby.&lt;br /&gt;Carlotta explains that she dreamt she had sex with him and got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Luigi sues for a divorce and in court; the judge is astounded by Carlotta’s story. The judge stands up and asks the audience if they ever had intercourse with a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;In the back of the courtroom, Luigi’s grandfather raises his hand, and the judge calls him up to testify.&lt;br /&gt;“Now-a,” says the judge, “you-say-a you had-a intercourse with a ghost?”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, scusa,” says the old Italian, “ I thought-a you say-a goat!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-116093572840873656?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/116093572840873656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=116093572840873656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116093572840873656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/116093572840873656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/italian-case.html' title='The Italian Case'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115987085470312865</id><published>2006-10-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:22:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One day Little Susie got her "monthly bleeding" for the first time in her life. Having failed to understand what was going on and being really frightened, she decided to share her trouble with little Johnny. Having found Johnny she told and showed him what her problem was. Johnny's face grew serious and he said, "You know, I'm not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls off!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has told her little girl all about the making of babies. Little Annie is now silent for a while. "You understand it now?" Mommy asks. "Yes," replies her daughter. "Do you still have any questions?" "Yes, how about little kittens? How does that work?" "In exactly the same way as with babies." "Wow!" the girl exclaims. "My daddy can do ANYTHING!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;"Papa," said little Johnny, "how do babies come into the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"The stork brings them, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Hey, pa, don't tell me you did it with a stork!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115987085470312865?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115987085470312865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115987085470312865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987085470312865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987085470312865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/innocent-ones.html' title='Innocent Ones'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115987065927646718</id><published>2006-10-03T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:17:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snotty Curiosity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A lawyer walks into a bar and sits down next to a drunk who is closely examining something held in his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer watches the drunk for a while till he finally gets curious enough to ask what it is. "Well," said the drunk, "it looks like plastic and feels like rubber." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Let me have it," said the lawyer. Taking it, he began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, examining it closely. "Yes," he finally said, "it does look like plastic and feel like rubber, but I don't know what it is. Where did you get it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"From my nose," the drunk replied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115987065927646718?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115987065927646718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115987065927646718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987065927646718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987065927646718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/snotty-curiosity.html' title='Snotty Curiosity'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115987056619604268</id><published>2006-10-03T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:16:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky Skunky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A drunk staggers walks into a diner and orders a couple of eggs. The waiter, suspecting that they've run out, goes back to question the chef. "Hey, Gus, do we have any more eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;Gus replies, "I ran out of fresh eggs, I only have two rotten eggs left." The waiter says, "Give him the rotten eggs. He's so bombed he won't know the difference."&lt;br /&gt;Gus scrambles up the rotten eggs and heaps on hash browns, sausage and toast. The drunk is so hungry he wolfs down the breakfast without comment.&lt;br /&gt;He goes to pay the cashier and asks, "Where'd you get those eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "We have our own chicken farm."&lt;br /&gt;The drunk asks, "Do you have a rooster? "No," she says.&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replies, "Well, you'd better get one, because some skunk is screwing your chickens."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115987056619604268?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115987056619604268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115987056619604268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987056619604268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987056619604268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/kinky-skunky.html' title='Kinky Skunky'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115987048771083965</id><published>2006-10-03T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:14:47.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.I.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A guy walks into a bar, puts his pet rabbit up on the mahogany, and starts drinking. While he's drinking, the rabbit starts doing little rabbit pellets on the bar. After a while, he leaves, and another guy, a real loudmouth, walks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Hey, barkeep, give me a drink for me, a drink for you, what do you say, there's nothing to do." He has a few drinks, and the whole time he's running his mouth, annoying the bartender. Finally, he spots the rabbit pellets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Hey, barkeep, what are these?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "They're smart pills."&lt;br /&gt;The loudmouth says, "Can I try a few?" The bartender says, "Knock yourself out."&lt;br /&gt;The guy pops a few in his mouth, chews for a while, then spits them out and exclaims, "Yuck! These taste like shit!"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "You're getting smarter already."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115987048771083965?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115987048771083965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115987048771083965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987048771083965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115987048771083965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/10/shit_03.html' title='S.H.I.T.'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115918389197172614</id><published>2006-09-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:18:29.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sally and Eric were in their hotel room on their wedding night, preparing to consummate their marriage. Sally says, "I have one thing to tell you before we get in bed-I've had sex with one other man before I met you."&lt;br /&gt;Eric thinks a minute and says, "That's no big deal. Who was it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger Woods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and Eric jump into bed and have a good session. Afterwards, Eric gets out of bed and begins to put on his underwear."What are you doing?" asks Sally. "I thought I'd get dressed and get some coffee."Sally says, "Tiger wouldn't have done that." "No?" says Eric, "What would Tiger have done?" "He'd have climbed back in bed with me and done it again." "All right!" says Eric, "let's go." They have another pretty good session, a little longer this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearily, Eric gets to his feet and begins to put on his underwear. "What are you doing?" asks Sally. "I thought I'd dress and get some coffee." Sally says, "Tiger wouldn't have done that." "No?" says Eric, "What would Tiger have done?" "He'd have climbed back in bed with me and done it again." Eric climbs back into bed, and this time a virtual marathon takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, he slinks out of bed, braces himself against the bedpost and tries to get a leg in his underwear."What are you doing?" asks Sally. "I'm gonna get dressed and have some coffee." Sally says, "Tiger wouldn't have done that." "No?" says Eric, "What would Tiger have done now?" "He'd have climbed back in bed with me and done it again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric plods to the nightstand and picks up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you calling?" Sally asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Tiger Woods. I want to find out what the par is on this goddamn hole!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115918389197172614?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115918389197172614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115918389197172614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115918389197172614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115918389197172614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/be-tiger.html' title='Be a Tiger'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115918304533286458</id><published>2006-09-25T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T04:17:25.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolution Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It was time for Father John's Saturday night bath and young Sister Magdalene Edwards had prepared the bath water and towels just the way the old nun had instructed. Sister Magdalene Edwards was also instructed not to look at Fr. John's nakedness if she could help it, do whatever he told her to do, and pray.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning the old nun asked Sister Magdalene how the Saturday night bath had done. "Oh, sister," said the young nun dreamily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"I've been saved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Saved? And how did that fine thing come about?" asked the old nun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Well, when Fr. John was soaking in the tub, he asked me to wash him, and while I was washing him he guided my hand down between his legs where he said the Lord keeps the Key to Heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Did he now," said the old nun evenly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sister Magdalene continued, "And Fr. John said that if the Key to Heaven fit my lock, the portals of Heaven would be opened to me and I would be assured of salvation and eternal peace. And then Father John guided his Key to Heaven into my lock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Is that a fact," said the old nun even more evenly.&lt;br /&gt;"At first it hurt terribly, but Fr. John said the pathway to salvation was often painful and that the glory of God would soon swell my heart with ecstasy. And it did, it felt so good being saved."&lt;br /&gt;"That wicked old Devil," said the old nun. "He told me it was Gabriel's Horn, and I've been blowing it for 40 years!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115918304533286458?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115918304533286458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115918304533286458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115918304533286458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115918304533286458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/absolution-guaranteed.html' title='Absolution Guaranteed'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115881730594086878</id><published>2006-09-20T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:45:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A guy wakes up in the morning. He has a massive hangover and can't remember anything he did last night. He picks up his robe from the floor and puts it on. He notices there's something in one of the pockets and it turns out to be a bra. He thinks, "What happened last night?" He walks towards the bathroom and finds a pair of panties in the other pocket of his robe. Again he thinks, "What happened last night? What have I done? It must have been a wild party." He opens the bathroom door, walks in and has a look in the mirror. He notices a little string hanging out of his mouth and his only thought is "If there is a God, please let this be a teabag."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115881730594086878?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115881730594086878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115881730594086878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115881730594086878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115881730594086878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-wakes-up-in-morning_20.html' title=''/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115881634343029671</id><published>2006-09-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:25:43.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky Too Skunky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A man and a woman are driving along when they see a wounded skunk on the side of the road. They stop, the woman gets out, picks it up, and brings it into the car.&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Look, it's shivering, it must be cold. What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Put it between your legs."&lt;br /&gt;"What about the smell?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hold its nose."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115881634343029671?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115881634343029671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115881634343029671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115881634343029671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115881634343029671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/kinky-too-skunky.html' title='Kinky Too Skunky'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115867296247838585</id><published>2006-09-19T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:43:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thees is just for the Indians who can manage to understand Hyderabadi..Damn phunny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hyderabad we have our own little Johnny. His name is Chotu. His father is ambitious to educate Chotu. Chotu goes to school located in BegumBazar. Its principal is educated in Urdu high school and claims that he passed tenth class! There is a school inspection the next day and the converstaion is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Kal inispector ayenga.Kochanna puchenga. Sab acha padkar ana.&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: Iski maaki. Kyon to bhi ara inispector? Kya kochana puchta?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Abey tou kal school ana hin ney. Tu tera moo khola tou gaali ati.Teroku main absent nahin daalata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our Chotu is excited, goes home and tells his father that he is not going to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Yeh kya ischool hain yaan paan dibba? Gaand maartoon sale agar tou ischool nahin gaya tou.&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: Baba, meri teacher nei boli nakko aou bolke.&lt;br /&gt;Father: Usku akahal nayye. Begam suno. Chotu ischool nahin jayenga kate kal. Agar ino ischool nahin gaya tou kaisa padenga? Isko tou ischool janahin hain. Chotu, agar tu kal ischool nahin gayana, teri haatha pairaan thod deta hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chotu cries and finally agrees to go to school.Next day in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey teri maaki. Nakko aou bolen tou kyoon aya?&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: Meri baba gaand phoodtu bolen ischool nahin aya tou.&lt;br /&gt;Teachr: Uffo? Teri baba boolein? Teek hain. Last bench pe baitna our inispector aya to jarra chup jaana. Dikhna nai. Kuch bhi gadbad karengana meri noukri jayengi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chotu goes to sit in the last bench and hiding behind a tall guy. Inspector comes for the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Addab.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Addab saab. Bachen acha padreen saab. Kochana pucha answeraan yuun bolte.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Bachoon batou. Hamari body mein bahut si najook cheez kyan hain?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey imtiyaz tu bata.&lt;br /&gt;Imtiyaz: Saab, Khaleja saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Woh kyun?&lt;br /&gt;Imtiyaz: Saab, khaleja hota tou sab kuch hota. Agar woh gaya na,kuch bhi nahin hota saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Bahut acha. Our koyi?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Arey Akram, tu bata.&lt;br /&gt;Akram: Saab brain saab. Brain ko khuch bhi hua to kuch yaad nahin rahata saab. Our taste bhi naram rahata saab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this mean time Chotu is trying very hard to hide but Inspector sees him. He thinks Chotu is hiding because he doesnot know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Woh laast bench pein jhuk ke baitaan na usaka naam kya hain?&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Chh chh otu.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector: Chotu betein tu bata answer kyan hain?&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: Saab main bola tou teacher marengi saab.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Aisa kuch nahin saab. Abey Chotu maloom hain tou bolna.&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: Saab answer Gaand hain saab.&lt;br /&gt;Inspector/Teacher: Abey kyaan to bhi bolra?&lt;br /&gt;Chotu: How saab. Waahan pe delhi mein baamb phat thi. Yeahan hydrabad mein apna gaand phat thi. Wahaan new city mein gadbadaan shuru hotein. Yahaan old city mein bhi apna gaand phat thi gadbada yehaan&lt;br /&gt;phailta bolkein. Uttaa kyoon saab, mein yeah answer bolra na, meri teacher ki gaand phatri! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115867296247838585?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115867296247838585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115867296247838585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115867296247838585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115867296247838585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/welcome-to-hyderabad.html' title='Welcome to Hyderabad'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115867204551543489</id><published>2006-09-19T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:44:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sock It To Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A young couple were on their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband was sitting in the bathroom on the edge of the bathtub saying to himself, "Now how can I tell my wife that I've got really smelly feet and that my socks absolutely stink? I've managed to keep it from her while we were dating, but she's bound to find out sooner or later that my feet stink. Now how do I tell her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the wife was sitting in the bed saying to herself, "Now how do I tell my husband that I've got really bad breath? I've been very lucky to keep it from him while we were courting, but as soon as he's lived with me for a week, he's bound to find out. Now how do I tell him gently?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband finally plucks up enough courage to tell his wife and so he walks into the bedroom. He walks over to the bed, climbs over to his wife, puts his arm around her neck, moves his face very close to hers and says, "Darling, I've a confession to make."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she says, "So have I, love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replies, "Don't tell me, you've eaten my socks." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115867204551543489?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115867204551543489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115867204551543489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115867204551543489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115867204551543489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-sock-it-to-her.html' title='Just Sock It To Her'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859482044896517</id><published>2006-09-18T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T08:53:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Something Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife had a baby each year for the past twelve years in a row. He finally went to a doctor for some advice. "Here's a gross of rubbers," said the doctor. "Just read the instructions on the label."&lt;br /&gt;A year later, the farmer brought his wife in, pregnant again. "Did you follow the instructions on the box?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, Doc! Sure I did! The only thing was I didn't have no organ so I put them on the piano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rationalisation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the diary of an Italian girl on a Caribbean cruise: Monday - was invited to dine at the Captain's table&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Spent the day with the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday-Captain made ungentlemanly proposals to me. Thursday - Capn said he would sink the ship if I did not agree to his proposals.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Saved five hundred lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resurrection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young man," said the judge, looking sternly at the defendant, it is alcohol and alcohol alone that is responsible for your present sorry state!"&lt;br /&gt;"I am glad to hear you say that," replied Mooney with a sigh of relief. "Everyone else says it is all my fault!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acceptance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to get a job with the railroad, Angelo had to pass a test. "Suppose two trains were heading for each other rat a hundred miles per hour on the same track," asked the personnel manager,"what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I take-a the red flag and wave them to e-stop,"Angelo answered.&lt;br /&gt;"But you don't have a red flag," pointed the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I am-a take-a the switch iron and change the tracks."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have a switch iron either."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in that case," decided the Italian, "I am gonna call up-a my wife, Maria."&lt;br /&gt;"What has your wife got to do with two trains coming at each other at a hundred miles an hour?" exclaimed the manager.&lt;br /&gt;"I tell-a her to come down 'cos she has-a gone see the biggest-a mess-s in the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suppression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Miss Sheena sat in the confessional.&lt;br /&gt;"Father, I want to confess that I let my boyfriend kiss me."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that all you did?" asked the priest, very interested.&lt;br /&gt;"Well no. I let him put his hand on my leg too."&lt;br /&gt;"And then what?"&lt;br /&gt;"And then, I let him pull down my panties."&lt;br /&gt;"And then, and then...?"&lt;br /&gt;"And then my mother walked into the room."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit, " sighed the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Marge and Alice were out walking on a side street. Suddenly, they were grabbed by two men, dragged into a side alley and raped.&lt;br /&gt;"Father, forgive them," said Sister Marge, "for they know not what they do".&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up!" cried Sister Alice, "this one does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy came home from Sunday school and his father asked, " What did you learn today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well" said the kid, "two thousand years ago the Jews wanted to escape from the bad Egyptians. So Moses had the Jews build this suspension bridge across the Red Sea. Then they loaded it down with dynamite. The Jews escaped across the bridge and when all the Egyptians chased them they blew up the bridge, and all the Egyptians were drowned."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what the teacher told you?" asked the surprised father.&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the boy," but you would never believe the crazy shit he told us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's time to wake up guys (my favorite)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man went to his doctor. " I have got toilet problems," he complained.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, let us see. How is your urination?"&lt;br /&gt;"Every morning at seven o'clock, like a baby."&lt;br /&gt;"Good. How about your bowel movement?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eight o'clock each morning, like clockwork."&lt;br /&gt;"So, what is the problem?" the doctor asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wake up till nine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kartar's parents were in despair when he flunked out of school. They tried sending him to every school in the city — private, public, progressive, military academy — but he took no interest. Finally they tried a Catholic school. When Kartar came home with his first report card, his parents were surprised to see a straight A report.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" they asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well." he replied. "When I saw that poor guy nailed to the cross everywhere I looked, I knew they meant business!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman was showing her child the family album, and they came across the picture of a beautiful man with black hair, very fresh, young. And the child asked, "Who is this, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;And the mother said, "Don't you recognize him? He is your father!" And the child said, " He is my father? Then who is that bald-headed man who lives with us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859482044896517?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859482044896517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859482044896517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859482044896517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859482044896517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/now-something-serious.html' title='Now Something Serious'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859423793769741</id><published>2006-09-18T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T08:45:31.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 Knots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A very old retired sailor put on his old uniform and went down to the docks once more for old times sake. He found a young prostitute and went up into her room with her. A few minutes later found him goin` at it the best he could for a guy his age and condition. He looked up and asked her, "So, how am I doin` there, Honey`?" The prostitute replied, "Well, old sailor, you`re doing about three knots." "What`s that?" he asked in confusion... "Well, mister, as I said, you`re doing `three knots.` You`re knot hard, you`re knot in...and you`re knot getting your money back!" she calmly explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859423793769741?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859423793769741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859423793769741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859423793769741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859423793769741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-knots.html' title='The 3 Knots'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859417635283364</id><published>2006-09-18T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T08:42:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, Bad &amp; Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Good: Your hubby and you agree, no more kids&lt;br /&gt;Bad: You can`t find your birth control pills&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: Your daughter borrowed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your son studies a lot in his room&lt;br /&gt;Bad: You find several porn movies hidden there&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: You`re in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your husband understands fashion&lt;br /&gt;Bad: He`s a cross-dresser&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: He looks better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your son`s finally maturing&lt;br /&gt;Bad: He`s involved with the woman next door&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: You give the birds and bees talk to your daughter&lt;br /&gt;Bad: She keeps interrupting&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: With corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your daughter got a new job&lt;br /&gt;Bad: As a hooker&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: Your coworkers are her best clients&lt;br /&gt;Way ugly: She makes more money than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Your wife is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Bad: It`s triplets&lt;br /&gt;Ugly: You had a vasectomy five years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859417635283364?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859417635283364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859417635283364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859417635283364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859417635283364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-bad-ugly.html' title='The Good, Bad &amp; Ugly'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859405351420691</id><published>2006-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:48:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deer me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Little Ernie is at the zoo with his teacher, Miss Goodbody, and the entire class. They are touring around when Ernie sees a deer grazing peacefully on some grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ernie, can you tell us the name of that animal?” asks Miss Goodbody, pointing to the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” says Ernie, “I think it is a.... I guess it is a...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me give you a hint,” interrupts Miss Goodbody. “What does your mother call your father every morning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, right!” shouts Ernie. “It’s an asshole!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859405351420691?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859405351420691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859405351420691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859405351420691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859405351420691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/deer-me.html' title='Deer me!!'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859394089458615</id><published>2006-09-18T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:45:06.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip Hooray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A hippie sitting on a city bus notices a young nun sitting across from him, and at once finds himself very attracted to her. He moves to sit with her and after telling her that she is the most beautiful young woman he has ever seen, he asks her out to dinner. The nun declines, and the hippie proceeds to invite the nun for a "roll in the hay" with him sometime. The nun, of course, declines the offer and gets off at the next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hippie, offended and very disappointed, strikes up a conversation with the bus driver. The driver leans over and says to the hippie, "You really want that nun, huh?" After the hippie nods emphatically and demonsrates his point with several lewd gestures, the driver grins and thinks for a moment. "Well," he says, "Every Thursday at six pm, she takes this bus to the local cemetary, where she prays for about an hour. You two could be alone there...." The hippie grows excited as he thinks of a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday comes, and the hippie waits by the entrance to the cemetary. Sure enough, at six o'clock, he sees the nun enter, and he quietly follows her. She stops and kneels by a headstone and clasps her hands in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eager hippie opens his knapsack, and puts on his costume -- a long, flowing white robe and a bearded face mask. He tosses a handful of glitter at the nun, and, catching her attention, he steps slowly towards her. "My child," he says in a soft voice, "It is I, your Lord. You have been such a faithful servant to me, I have come to reward you with a satisfying sexual experience." The nun gasps, "Oh....Well, that is fine, but could you take me from behind? At least that way I could still consider myself a virgin. My vow of celibacy is important to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hippie, eager to get going, nods and takes the nun in his arms. He turns her around, bends her over, and performs anal sex until they are both pleasantly worn out. After they are finished, the hippie pulls of his mask and shouts, "Haha, I'm the hippie!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the nun responds by taking off his mask and shouting, "Haha, I'm the bus driver!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859394089458615?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859394089458615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859394089458615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859394089458615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859394089458615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/hip-hip-hooray.html' title='Hip Hip Hooray'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34623324.post-115859335666978791</id><published>2006-09-18T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:46:55.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God. . Oh My God. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;An old man was on the beach and walked up to a beautiful girl in a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;"I vant to feel your breasts" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Get away from me, you crazy old man" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I vant to feel your breasts, I veel give you tventy dollars" he says.&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty dollars, are you nuts!? Get away from me!"&lt;br /&gt;"I vant to feel your breasts, I will give you ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS" he says.&lt;br /&gt;"NO! Get away from me"&lt;br /&gt;"TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS" he says.&lt;br /&gt;She pauses to think about it, but then comes to her senses and says "I said NO".&lt;br /&gt;"FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS if you let me feel your breasts" he says.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks, well, he is old, and he seems harmless enough...and five hundred dollars IS a lot of money....&lt;br /&gt;"Well, OK...but only for a minute" she says.&lt;br /&gt;She loosens her bikini top and while both are standing there on the beach, he slides his hands underneath and begins to feel... and then he starts saying "OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD..." while he is caressing them.&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, she asks him "Why do you keep saying 'Oh my god, oh my god'?",&lt;br /&gt;While continuing to feel her breasts he answers "OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD...OH MY GOD... OH MY GOD.., where am I ever going to get five hundred dollars?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34623324-115859335666978791?l=laffter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/feeds/115859335666978791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34623324&amp;postID=115859335666978791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859335666978791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34623324/posts/default/115859335666978791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laffter.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-god-oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God. . Oh My God. . .'/><author><name>White Magpie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
