<?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-2239399538572905286</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:46:47.297-08:00</updated><category term='Animal Jokes'/><category term='funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Fun World</title><subtitle type='html'>Fun for all, latest fun jokes, sexy funny jokes, funny pictures, funny wallpapers, funny animal pictures, and a lot of fun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-4216269449187212168</id><published>2009-07-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:53:22.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Bunny Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/SkuwjHlRQfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/A8lpUMi8XK8/s1600-h/93b3423eb5ad405dedc853e728fd2739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/Skut01zibnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/OVfdnLMjpFs/s1600-h/rabbit-funny-pets-wallpapers.jpg"&gt;Bradley’s Animal Place wanted to thank Sophie and Emma from Chatham, New Jersey for checking in everyday and helping to make this website worth while.  Be sure to visit us regularly and continue to leave us feedback.  Also, any thoughts, stories, idea’s or questions you may have are always welcome.  If we like your idea, then maybe we’ll post it for the world to see. &lt;span style="font-style: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi Sophie!    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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/Skka8e1m0lI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dN6IgZWqhfY/s400/1888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352839258478924370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-7045099928821934634?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/7045099928821934634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=7045099928821934634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7045099928821934634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7045099928821934634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/Skka8e1m0lI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dN6IgZWqhfY/s72-c/1888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-2597359725467384264</id><published>2009-06-27T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:34:22.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low self-esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, "Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-2597359725467384264?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/2597359725467384264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=2597359725467384264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2597359725467384264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2597359725467384264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/low-self-esteem_27.html' title='Low self-esteem'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8593493129680991089</id><published>2009-06-27T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:33:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish the start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today, I have finished two bags of chips and a chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8593493129680991089?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8593493129680991089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8593493129680991089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8593493129680991089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8593493129680991089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/finish-start.html' title='Finish the start'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8442240768805452783</id><published>2009-06-27T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:31:50.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low self-esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A guy had been feeling down for so long that he finally decided to seek the aid of a psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went there, lay on the couch, spilled his guts then waited for the profound wisdom of the psychiatrist to make him feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychiatrist asked me a few questions, took some notes then sat thinking in silence for a few minutes with a puzzled look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he looked up with an expression of delight and said, "Um, I think your problem is low self-esteem. It is very common among losers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8442240768805452783?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8442240768805452783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8442240768805452783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8442240768805452783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8442240768805452783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/low-self-esteem.html' title='Low self-esteem'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-3021830692008205449</id><published>2009-06-27T00:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:28:53.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing an exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Three patients in a mental institution prepare for an examination given by the head psychiatrist. If the patients pass the exam, they will be free to leave the hospital. However, if they fail, the institution will detain them for five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor takes the three patients to the top of a diving board looking over an empty swimming pool, and asks the first patient to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first patient jumps head first into the pool and breaks both arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second patient jumps and breaks both legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third patient looks over the side and refuses to jump. "Congratulations! You're a free man. Just tell me why didn't you jump?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the third patient answered, "Well Doc, I can't swim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-3021830692008205449?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/3021830692008205449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=3021830692008205449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/3021830692008205449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/3021830692008205449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-exam.html' title='Passing an exam'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-4555213147774706386</id><published>2009-06-27T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:27:51.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solving a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A guy goes to a psychiatrist. "Doc, I keep having these alternating recurring dreams. First I'm a teepee; then I'm a wigwam; then I'm a teepee; then I'm a wigwam. It's driving me crazy. What's wrong with me?" The doctor replies: "It's very simple. You're two tents."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-4555213147774706386?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/4555213147774706386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=4555213147774706386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/4555213147774706386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/4555213147774706386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/solving-problem.html' title='Solving a problem'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-6000215641416037697</id><published>2009-06-27T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:22:41.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was 3 guys stranded in the mountains and they weren't going                  to be rescued for 3 days. So they all made a plan that each night                  one would get the food. So the first night the 1st guy goes out                  and comes back with a big deer. So the guy who was hunting tomorrow                  ask for advice on how to catch another one, and the guy said see                  tracks, follow tracks, BAM!! shot the deer... So the next night                  the 2nd guy went out and came back with an even bigger deer than                  the 1st guys, and the 3rd guy was amazed so he asked how he could                  catch one like that for the next night. And the guy told him see                  tracks, follow tracks, BAM!! shot the deer... The next night the                  3rd guy went out to get a deer and comes back hours later all                  beat up and bloody, so the the other 2 guys ask what happen. And                  the guy said i seen tracks, followed tracks, BAM!! got hit by                  train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-6000215641416037697?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/6000215641416037697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=6000215641416037697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/6000215641416037697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/6000215641416037697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-was-3-guys-stranded-in-mountains.html' title=''/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8218766575459054033</id><published>2008-07-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:46:34.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Animal Joke (Vampire bat)</title><content type='html'>A vampire bat came flapping in from the night covered in fresh blood and parked himself on the roof of the cave to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon all the other bats smelled the blood and began hassling him about where he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them to go away and let him get some sleep but they persisted until finally he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, follow me" he said and flew out of the cave with hundreds of bats behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down through the valley they went, across a river and into a forest full of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he slowed down and all the other bats excitedly milled around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, do you see that tree over there?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Yes, Yes!" the bats all screamed in a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good" said the bat, "Because I sure as hell didn't!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8218766575459054033?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8218766575459054033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8218766575459054033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8218766575459054033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8218766575459054033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/07/animal-joke-vampire-bat.html' title='Animal Joke (Vampire bat)'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-7519693726478290041</id><published>2008-07-23T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:45:03.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Lawyer Joke (A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands. )</title><content type='html'>A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their wedding night, she told her new husband, "Please be gentle, I'm still a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said the puzzled groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can that be if you've been married ten times?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Husband #1 was a sales representative: he kept telling me how great it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #2 was in software services: he was never really sure how it was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #3 was from field services: he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #4 was in telemarketing: even though he knew he had the order, he didn't know when he would be able to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #5 was an engineer: he understood the basic process but wanted three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #6 was from finance and administration: he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his job or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #7 was in marketing: although he had a nice product, he was never sure how to position it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #8 was a psychologist: all he ever did was talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #9 was a gynecologist: all he did was look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband #10 was a stamp collector: all he ever did was... God! I miss him! But now that I've married you, I'm really excited!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," said the new husband, "but, why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a lawyer. This time I know I'm gonna get screwed!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-7519693726478290041?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/7519693726478290041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=7519693726478290041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7519693726478290041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7519693726478290041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/07/lawyer-joke-lawyer-married-woman-who.html' title='Lawyer Joke (A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands. )'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-744072579207664215</id><published>2008-03-08T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T02:09:51.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures/Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R9Jlt6IhA_I/AAAAAAAAANI/24UJhoYjtTU/s1600-h/img-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"A blonde goes into the dry cleaners to have her sweater cleaned. She asks the clerk, “How much?” He doesn’t hear her correctly and says “Come again?” She giggles and says “No…it’s just mustard this time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Panhandling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Jose and Carlos are panhandling at the freeway off ramp. Jose drives a Mercedes, lives in a mortgage free house and has a lot of money to spend. Carlos only brings in 2 to 3 dollars a day. Carlos asks Jose how he can bring home a suitcase full of $10 bills every day. Jose says, "Look at your sign." It reads: "I have no work, a wife &amp;amp; 6 kids to support" Carlos looks at Jose's sign. It reads: "I only need another $10.00 to move back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Top 6 Smartass Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"SMARTASS ANSWER #6 It was mealtime during a flight on Hooters Airline. "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked John, seated in front. "What are my choices?" John asked. "Yes or no," she replied. SMARTASS ANSWER #5 A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat, she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub." SMARTASS ANSWER #4 A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a stock boy, "Do these turkeys get any bigger?" The stock boy replied, "No ma'am, they're dead." SMARTASS ANSWER #3 The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. "I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said. The kid replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could." When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. SMARTASS ANSWER #2 A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Ahead." Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?" The truck driver says, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas." SMARTASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2006 A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!" A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-1535197414606805746?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/1535197414606805746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=1535197414606805746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1535197414606805746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1535197414606805746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/03/great-funny-jokesblonde-jokes.html' title='Great Funny Jokes,Blonde Jokes'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-5090768816448470188</id><published>2008-03-08T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:52:18.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farmer and His Mule ( Fantasy jokes )</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A Farmer and His Mule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"An old hillbilly farmer had a     wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes     later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got     any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow     a lot. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the     field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began     to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again.     Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule     lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head.     Killed her dead on the spot. At the funeral several days later, the     minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach     the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in     agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a     minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the     minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. So after the funeral, the     minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and     agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the     men. The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say     something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so     I'd nod my head in agreement." "And what about the men?" the     minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Wedding Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"True Story from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Medical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; A recent wedding ring story in the local paper:     A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off from his penis.     According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girl friend found the ring     in his pants pocket and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to     slip the ring on his penis while he was asleep. I don't know what's worse:     1) Having your girl friend find out you're married. 2) Explaining to your     wife how your wedding ring got on your penis. 3) Or finding out your penis     fits through your wedding ring"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lil' Johnny on Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Lil' Johnny goes to his dad and     asks, "What is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to     explain it this way. I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me     Capitalism. Mommy is the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the     Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you The     People. The nanny, well, consider her The Working Class. Your baby brother,     we'll call him The Future. Now go think about this and see if it makes     sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has     said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying and runs to his     room only to find that his diapers are very soiled. So the little boy goes     to his parents' room. Mom is sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes     to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he looks through the peephole     and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to     bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I     think I understand what politics is now." "Good son, tell me in     your own words then what politics are." The little boy replies,     "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government     is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep     shit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-5090768816448470188?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/5090768816448470188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=5090768816448470188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/5090768816448470188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/5090768816448470188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/03/farmer-and-his-mule-fantasy-jokes.html' title='A Farmer and His Mule ( Fantasy jokes )'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-1166756312045666338</id><published>2008-03-08T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:50:55.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sex (Funny jokes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Baby Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Two babies were sat in their     cribs, when one baby shouted to the other, "Are you a little girl or a     little boy?" "I don't know," replied the other baby     giggling. "What do you mean, you don't know?" said the first     baby. "I mean I don't know how to tell the difference," was the     reply. "Well, I do," said the first baby chuckling. "I'll     climb into your crib and find out." He carefully manoeuvred himself     into the other baby's crib, then quickly disappeared beneath the blankets.     After a couple of minutes, he resurfaced with a big grin on his face.     "You're a little girl, and I'm a little boy," he said proudly.     "You're ever so clever," cooed the baby girl, "But how can     you tell?" "It's quite easy really," replied the baby boy,     "You've got pink socks and I've got blue ones.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A Real Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"An old cowboy sat down at the     bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat     down next to him. She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real     cowboy?" He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life, breaking     colts, working cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves,     bailing hay, doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on     tractors, and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy." She said,     "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as     I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about     women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when     I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women." The two sat     sipping in silence. A little while later, a man sat down on the other side     of the old cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?" He replied,     "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(0, 204, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 80%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="80%"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aussie Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: rgb(213, 249, 227) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt;"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Bruce is driving over the Sydney     Harbour Bridge one day when he sees his girlfriend, Sheila about to throw     herself off. Bruce slams on the brakes and yells, "Sheila, what the     hell d'ya think you're doing?" Sheila turns around with a tear in her     eye and says, "G'day Bruce. You got me pregnant and so now I'm gonna     kill myself." Bruce gets a lump in his throat when he hears this. He     says "Strewth Sheila.....Not only are you a great shag, but you're a     real sport too." And drives off.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Troopers were chasing a Camaro East on I-20     toward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;. When the suspect crossed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; line, the first Trooper pulled over quickly. The     rookie Trooper pulled in behind him and asked the veteran blonde officer,     "Hey, sarge, why did you stop?" The blonde sarge replied,     "He's in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; now. They're an hour ahead of us, so we'll never     catch him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-1166756312045666338?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/1166756312045666338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=1166756312045666338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1166756312045666338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1166756312045666338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-sex-funny-jokes.html' title='Baby Sex (Funny jokes)'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8167259696828895579</id><published>2008-02-02T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:43:37.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great and Fantasy Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;The Car Wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" bg="" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"An old guy's car collides with a young guy's car and both are demolished. The two crawl out of the wreckage, amazed that neither of them was hurt in the accident. The old guy says, "Look at this miracle! This must surely be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live our lives in peace for the rest of our days." "Sure," says the young guy, convinced the old man is crazy. "And look at this!" says the old guy, reaching back into his car. "A miracle! My car is demolished, but this bottle of 12-year-old Scotch didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink and celebrate our good fortune." Again the young guy agrees, so the old guy opens the bottle and passes it to him. The young guy smiles and takes several huge swigs, then tries to hand it to the old guy, who, to his surprise, refuses. "Aren't you having any?" asks the young guy. "No, thanks," replies the old guy. "I'll wait for the police.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 102);" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="80%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Pay Attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" bg="" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"First-year students at Med School were receiving their first anatomy class with a real dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table with the body covered with a white sheet. The professor started the class by telling them, "In medicine, it is necessary to have 2 important qualities as a doctor. The first is that you not be disgusted by anything involving the human body." For an example, the Professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it and stuck his finger in his mouth. "Go ahead and do the same thing,"! he told his students. The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and sucking on it. When everyone had finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, "The second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Suite Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Phone won't stop ringing? Here's what you do... Leola Starling of Ribrock, Tenn., had a serious telephone problem. But unlike most people she did something about it. The brand-new $10 million Ribrock Plaza Motel opened nearby and had acquired almost the same telephone number as Leola. From the moment the motel opened, Leola was besieged by calls not for her. Since she had the same phone number for years, she felt that she had a case to persuade the motel management to change its number. Naturally, the management refused claiming that it could not change its stationery. The phone company was not helpful, either. A number was a number, and just because a customer was getting someone else's calls 24 hours a day didn't make it responsible. After her pleas fell on deaf ears, Leola decided to take matters into her own hands. At 9 o'clock the phone rang. Someone from Memphis was calling the motel and asked for a room for the following Tuesday. Leoloa said, "No problem. How many nights?" A few hours later Dallas checked in. A secretary wanted a suite with two bedrooms for a week. Emboldened, Leola said the Presidential Suite on the 10th floor was available for $600 a night. The secretary said that she would take it and asked if the hotel wanted a deposit. "No, that won't be necessary," Leola said. "We trust you." The next day was a busy one for Leola. In the morning, she booked an electric appliance manufacturers' convention for Memorial Day weekend, a college prom and a reunion of the 82nd Airborne veterans from World War II. She turned on her answering machine during lunchtime so that she could watch the O.J. Simpson trial, but her biggest challenge came in the afternoon when a mother called to book the ballroom for her daughter's wedding in June. Leola assured the woman that it would be no problem and asked if she would be providing the flowers or did she want the hotel to take care of it. The mother said that she would prefer the hotel to handle the floral arrangements. Then the question of valet parking came up. Once again Leola was helpful. "There's no charge for valet parking, but we always recomend that the client tips the drivers." Within a few months, the Ribrock Plaza Motel was a disaster area. People kept showing up for weddings, bar mitzvahs, and Sweet Sixteen parties and were all told there were no such events. Leola had her final revenge when she read in the local paper that the motel might go bankrupt. Her phone rang, and an executive from Marriott said, "We're prepared to offer you $200,000 for the motel." Leola replied. "We'll take it, but only if you change the telephone number.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8167259696828895579?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8167259696828895579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8167259696828895579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8167259696828895579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8167259696828895579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-and-ffantasy-jokes.html' title='Great and Fantasy Jokes'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-7987508369014941052</id><published>2008-02-02T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:34:36.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Not What You Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"A blonde goes into the dry cleaners to have her sweater cleaned. She asks the clerk, “How much?”  He doesn’t hear her correctly and says “Come again?”  She giggles and says “No…it’s just mustard this time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 102);" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="80%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Panhandling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Jose and Carlos are panhandling at the freeway off ramp.  Jose drives a Mercedes, lives in a mortgage free house and has a lot of money to spend.  Carlos only brings in 2 to 3 dollars a day.  Carlos asks Jose how he can bring home a suitcase full of $10 bills every day.  Jose says, "Look at your sign." It reads: "I have no work, a wife &amp;amp; 6 kids to support"  Carlos looks at Jose's sign.  It reads: "I only need another $10.00 to move back to Mexico"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Top 6 Smartass Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"SMARTASS ANSWER #6 It was mealtime during a flight on Hooters Airline. "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked John, seated in front. "What are my choices?" John asked. "Yes or no," she replied. SMARTASS ANSWER #5 A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat, she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub." SMARTASS ANSWER #4 A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store but she couldn't find one big enough for her family. She asked a stock boy, "Do these turkeys get any bigger?" The stock boy replied, "No ma'am, they're dead." SMARTASS ANSWER #3 The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding rolled down his window. "I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said. The kid replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could." When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket. SMARTASS ANSWER #2 A truck driver was driving along on the freeway. A sign comes up that reads, " Low Bridge Ahead." Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?" The truck driver says, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas." SMARTASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2006 A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!" A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-7987508369014941052?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/7987508369014941052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=7987508369014941052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7987508369014941052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7987508369014941052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-jokes.html' title='The Best Jokes'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-3793490460889345132</id><published>2008-01-24T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:51:33.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUN PICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXtaNle9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z0ac-qOwWhI/s1600-h/doitmyself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159040179539114962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXtaNle9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z0ac-qOwWhI/s320/doitmyself.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXfKNle8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/aoWoHlcijW8/s1600-h/cracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039934725979074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXfKNle8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/aoWoHlcijW8/s320/cracks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXX6Nle7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-mjaqfvNxT4/s1600-h/922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039810171927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXX6Nle7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/-mjaqfvNxT4/s320/922.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXR6Nle6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kVHgLITXnqs/s1600-h/897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039707092712354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXR6Nle6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/kVHgLITXnqs/s320/897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXKaNle5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/23NOj_Vp06M/s1600-h/838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159039578243693458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXKaNle5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/23NOj_Vp06M/s320/838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2239399538572905286-3793490460889345132?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/3793490460889345132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=3793490460889345132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/3793490460889345132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/3793490460889345132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-pics.html' title='FUN PICS'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iXtaNle9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/z0ac-qOwWhI/s72-c/doitmyself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8866294775678197491</id><published>2008-01-24T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:46:48.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                              A Farmer and His Mule&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot. At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men. The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement." "And what about the men?" the minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      The Wedding Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"True Story from Houston Medical Center (???) A recent wedding ring story in the local paper: A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off from his penis. According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girl friend found the ring in his pants pocket and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to slip the ring on his penis while he was asleep. I don't know what's worse: 1) Having your girl friend find out you're married. 2) Explaining to your wife how your wedding ring got on your penis. 3) Or finding out your penis fits through your wedding ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                   Lil' Johnny on Politics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Lil' Johnny goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way. I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Mommy is the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you The People. The nanny, well, consider her The Working Class. Your baby brother, we'll call him The Future. Now go think about this and see if it makes sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying and runs to his room only to find that his diapers are very soiled. So the little boy goes to his parents' room. Mom is sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he looks through the peephole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand what politics is now." "Good son, tell me in your own words then what politics are." The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8866294775678197491?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8866294775678197491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8866294775678197491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8866294775678197491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8866294775678197491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/farmer-and-his-mule-old-hillbilly.html' title=''/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-2774444913902598932</id><published>2008-01-24T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:43:02.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY DOGS WALLPAPERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVtaNle4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fvO4ruCoRqA/s1600-h/racoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037980515859330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVtaNle4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fvO4ruCoRqA/s320/racoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVj6Nle3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/vtmAM3WxsE4/s1600-h/noshitdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037817307102066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVj6Nle3I/AAAAAAAAAFs/vtmAM3WxsE4/s320/noshitdog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVXaNle2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6L7BMwp4wxA/s1600-h/865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037602558737250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVXaNle2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/6L7BMwp4wxA/s320/865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVQKNle1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/drVhANFzlrY/s1600-h/751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037478004685650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVQKNle1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/drVhANFzlrY/s320/751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVH6Nle0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tCz9pCxwGB8/s1600-h/809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159037336270764866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVH6Nle0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tCz9pCxwGB8/s320/809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2239399538572905286-2774444913902598932?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/2774444913902598932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=2774444913902598932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2774444913902598932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2774444913902598932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-dogs-wallpapers.html' title='FUNNY DOGS WALLPAPERS'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iVtaNle4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fvO4ruCoRqA/s72-c/racoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-7727552885191912546</id><published>2008-01-24T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:38:09.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                                  Sisters of St. Francis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices sign out of the corner of his eye. It reads: Sisters of St. Francis House of Prostitution, 10 Miles. He thinks it's a figment of his imagination and drives on without second thought. Soon he sees another sign, which says: Sisters of St. Francis House of Prostitution, Next Right. His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading: Sisters of St. Francis. He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, "What may we do for you, my son?". He answers, "I saw your signs along the highway, and was interested in possibly doing business." "Very well, my son. Please follow me." He does as he is told and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup, instructs, "Please place $100 in the cup, then go through the large wooden door at the end of this hallway". He gets $100 out of his wallet and places it in the second nuns cup. He trots eagerly down the hall and slips through the door, pulling it shut behind him. As the door locks behind him, he finds himself back in the parking lot, facing another small sign: Go in Peace. You Have Just Been Screwed By The Sisters of St. Francis. Serves You Right, You Sinner!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                     Ponder These&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Can you cry under water? How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches? Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round? Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to? Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? Why does a round pizza come in a square box? What disease did cured ham actually have? How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours? If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you? Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV? Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground? How come we choose from just two people for President and fifty for Miss America? Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway. If a 911 operator has a heart attack, whom does he/she call? Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural? Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup? Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out!" Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat? Why is there a light in the fridge and not in the freezer? When your photo is taken for your driver's license, why do they tell you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for your license, are you going to be smiling? If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a stupid song about him? Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane? If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat? Why do people point to their wrist when asking for the time, but don't point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is? Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs! What do you call male ballerinas? Can blind people see their dreams? Do they dream? If Wyle E. Coyote had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn't he just buy dinner? If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from? If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? Is Disney World the only people trap operated by a mouse? Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? Why did you just try singing the two songs above? Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a hemorrhoid when it's in your butt? Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him for a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                My son's more successful than yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Four men got together to play golf one sunny morning. As they were heading out to the course, one of them was detained by a phone call. The other three were discussing their children while walking to the first tee. "My son," said one proudly, "has made quite a name for himself in the home building industry. He began as a carpenter, but now owns his own design and construction firm. He's so successful, in fact in the last year he was able to give a good friend a brand new home as a gift." The second man, not to be outdone, boasts how his son began his career as a car salesman, but now owns a multi-line dealership. "He's so successful, in fact, in the last six months he gave a friend two brand new cars as a gift." The third man brags that his son has worked his way up through a stock brokerage firm, and has become so successful that in the last few weeks has given a good friend a large stock portfolio as a gift. As the fourth man arrives at the tee box, the three smugly tell him that they have been discussing how successful their progeny are, and ask what line of work his son is in. "To tell the truth, I'm not very pleased how my son has turned out," he replies. "For fifteen years, he's been a hairdresser, and I've just recently discovered he's gay." As the other three recoil in horror, he continues, "but on the bright side, he must be good at what he does, because his last three boyfriends have given him a brand new house, two new cars, and a big stock portfolio.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-7727552885191912546?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/7727552885191912546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=7727552885191912546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7727552885191912546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/7727552885191912546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-jokes.html' title='FUNNY JOKES'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-2961593527914829610</id><published>2008-01-24T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:33:15.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUNNY PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTeKNlezI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhXxOSx0XuU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159035519499598642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTeKNlezI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhXxOSx0XuU/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTVqNleyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nmn4PWJ18DU/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159035373470710562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTVqNleyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Nmn4PWJ18DU/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTMKNlexI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WqakXAqkwjg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159035210261953298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTMKNlexI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WqakXAqkwjg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTEaNlewI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sLgKxMbsPM0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159035077117967106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTEaNlewI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sLgKxMbsPM0/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2239399538572905286-2961593527914829610?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/2961593527914829610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=2961593527914829610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2961593527914829610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2961593527914829610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-pictures.html' title='FUNNY PICTURES'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5iTeKNlezI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KhXxOSx0XuU/s72-c/14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-1608278909539683667</id><published>2008-01-24T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:18:35.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;                                                           Tennis Elbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Jack says to Mike behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I guess I better see a doctor." "Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money, " Mike replies. "There's a diagnostic computer at the drugstore at the corner. Just give it a urine sample and the computer'll tell you what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars...a hell of a lot cheaper than a doctor." So Jack deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to the drugstore. He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jack began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and masturbated into the mixture for good measure. Jack hurries back to the drugstore, eager to check the results. He deposits ten dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results. The computer prints the following: 1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. 2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. 3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab. 4. Your wife is pregnant...twin girls. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. 5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                               Why Parents Have Gray Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the bed nicely made up and everything neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands: Dear Dad, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with you and Mom. I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am but it's not only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant. Joan says that we are going to be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood, enough for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it and trading it with the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan can get better; she sure deserves it! Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren. Your son, Chad P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my desk drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                  Polite Way To Go Pee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"A little word from Johnny to start the day.. During one of her daily classes a teacher trying to teach good manners, asked her students the following question: "Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?" Michael said, "Just a minute I have to go pee." The teacher responded by saying, "That would be rude and impolite. What about you Peter, how would you say it?" Peter said, "I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." "That's better, but it's still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the dinner table And you, little Johnny, can you use your brain for once and show Us your good manners?" I would say: "Darling, may I please be excused for a moment? I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine, whom I hope you'll get to meet after dinner." The teacher fainted.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-1608278909539683667?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/1608278909539683667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=1608278909539683667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1608278909539683667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1608278909539683667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/fantasy-jokes.html' title='Fantasy Jokes'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-8195742285274844968</id><published>2008-01-23T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T03:03:21.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;OPERATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"A beautiful young woman about to undergo a minor operation is lying on a gurney in a hospital corridor awaiting the medical staff. A man in a white coat approaches her, lifts up the sheet, and visually examines her naked body. He walks away and confers with another man in a white coat. The second man then approaches the girl and performs the same examination. When a third man approaches her, she asks impatiently, “These examinations are fine, but when are you going to start the operation?” He shrugs and says, “Your guess is as good as mine, lady. We’re just here to paint the halls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Upstairs with Uncle Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;""Hello?" "Hi honey this is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?" "No Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul." After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Paul." "Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now." Brief Pause. "Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway." "Okay Daddy, just a minute." A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone. "I did it Daddy." "And what happened honey?" he asked. "Well, Mommy got all scared,jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming.Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!" "Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Paul?" "He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He was all scared and he jumped out of the back window and into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead." ***Long Pause*** ***Longer Pause*** ***Even Longer Pause*** Then Daddy says, "Swimming pool? Is this 486-5731?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Blonde Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A surgeon went to check on his blonde patient after an operation. She was awake, so he examined her. "You'll be fine," he said. She asked, "How long will it be before I am able to have a normal sex life again doctor?" The surgeon seemed to pause, which alarmed the girl. "What's the matter, Doctor? I will be all right, won't I?" He replied, "Yes, you'll be fine. It's just that no one has ever asked me that after having their tonsils out.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2239399538572905286-8195742285274844968?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/8195742285274844968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=8195742285274844968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8195742285274844968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/8195742285274844968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-jokes.html' title='Fun Jokes'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-2440352126531404147</id><published>2008-01-23T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:56:39.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun jokes and Fun Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cb0aNleTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-E7P9BolBB8/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158622485379643698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cb0aNleTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-E7P9BolBB8/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wrong e-mail address(joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address:"A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without realizing his error, sent the email. Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read: To: My loving wife Subject: I've arrived Date: April 6, 2006 I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was. P.S. Sure is hot down here!!!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cbmKNleSI/AAAAAAAAABI/U4vKl32S_5Y/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158622240566507810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cbmKNleSI/AAAAAAAAABI/U4vKl32S_5Y/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First Day ( joke )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"A man in a taxi taps the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question. The driver screams bloody murder, loses control of the cab, and swerves onto the sidewalk before stopping just inches from a lamppost. After checking to make sure the passenger is OK, the driver says, “I’m sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.” “Sorry. I didn’t realize a simple tap on the shoulder would freak you out so much,” the passenger says. “It’s not your fault,” replies the cabbie. “Today is my first day on the job after 25 years of driving a hearse.” &lt;/span&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/2239399538572905286-2440352126531404147?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/2440352126531404147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=2440352126531404147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2440352126531404147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/2440352126531404147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/fun-jokes-and-fun-wallpapers.html' title='Fun jokes and Fun Wallpapers'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cb0aNleTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-E7P9BolBB8/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-1507541055288751088</id><published>2008-01-23T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:46:32.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Funny Wallpapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5ca2aNleRI/AAAAAAAAABA/RJqeSv-Stwg/s1600-h/img-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158621420227754258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5ca2aNleRI/AAAAAAAAABA/RJqeSv-Stwg/s400/img-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cat6NleQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rTAslKShQmg/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158621274198866178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cat6NleQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rTAslKShQmg/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cakqNlePI/AAAAAAAAAAw/83x1MvVOXP8/s1600-h/img-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158621115285076210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cakqNlePI/AAAAAAAAAAw/83x1MvVOXP8/s400/img-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cabaNleOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FaQ1n3oX9Ng/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158620956371286242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cabaNleOI/AAAAAAAAAAo/FaQ1n3oX9Ng/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2239399538572905286-1507541055288751088?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/1507541055288751088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=1507541055288751088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1507541055288751088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/1507541055288751088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-funny-wallpapers.html' title='New Funny Wallpapers'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5ca2aNleRI/AAAAAAAAABA/RJqeSv-Stwg/s72-c/img-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2239399538572905286.post-390880111352225684</id><published>2008-01-23T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:39:30.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Fun and Funny Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fun is most important for our lives, Because when we work the whole day continously we feel mentaly disturbed then a little fun make us laugh, and we become fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here are a some funny pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158618065858295986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cXzKNleLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/N0aRkw-_dyk/s400/1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;                                       Be happy and don't care of any one.Just chilling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158618787412801730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cYdKNleMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rurxPxQ_nMg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158619212614564050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cY16NleNI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AmMJn5mMnys/s400/img-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2239399538572905286-390880111352225684?l=funworld143.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/feeds/390880111352225684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2239399538572905286&amp;postID=390880111352225684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/390880111352225684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2239399538572905286/posts/default/390880111352225684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funworld143.blogspot.com/2008/01/about-fun-and-funny-pictures.html' title='About Fun and Funny Pictures'/><author><name>M.SHOAIB ASIF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08814309899895440078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_I7hj5blHOZs/R5cXzKNleLI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/N0aRkw-_dyk/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
