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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-2186034988909096067</id><published>2008-10-11T02:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:34:35.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry song 09&lt;br /&gt;O Little Melting Particle&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of "O Little Town Of Bethlehem")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para Dichloro Benzene&lt;br /&gt;how do you melt so well?&lt;br /&gt;The plateau of your cooling curve&lt;br /&gt;is really something swell.&lt;br /&gt;We think the heat of fusion&lt;br /&gt;of water is so nice&lt;br /&gt;Give up fourteen hundred cals per mole&lt;br /&gt;and what you get is ice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2186034988909096067?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-877322199153564447</id><published>2008-10-11T02:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:34:22.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry song 08&lt;br /&gt;Test Tubes Bubbling&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test tubes bubbling in a water bath&lt;br /&gt;Strong smells nipping at ypur nose.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny molecules with their atoms all aglow&lt;br /&gt;Will find it hard to be inert tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know that Chlorine's on its way&lt;br /&gt;He's loaded lots of little electrons on his sleigh&lt;br /&gt;And every student's slide rule is on the sly&lt;br /&gt;To see if the teacher really can multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I offer you this simple phrase&lt;br /&gt;To chemistry students in this room&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been said many times, many ways&lt;br /&gt;Merry molecules to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-877322199153564447?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/877322199153564447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=877322199153564447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/877322199153564447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/877322199153564447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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me: three orbitals, a double integral, and an exam in Quantum Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: four harmonic oscillators, three orbitals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: Five Hermitian Operators! Four harmonic ocillators, three orbitals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: six spin-orbit couplings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: seven basis functions, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: eight time dependent perturbations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: nine Slater determinants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: ten electrons tunneling, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: eleven photons emitting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, my professor gave to me: 12 fermions exchanging, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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homework problems&lt;br /&gt;(ninth day) nine grams of salt&lt;br /&gt;(tenth day) a ten page test&lt;br /&gt;(eleventh day) eleven molecules&lt;br /&gt;(twelfth day) a twelve point quiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3860710087367356121?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3860710087367356121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3860710087367356121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3860710087367356121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3860710087367356121'/><link 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lab stations&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill the beakers with solutions&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;Mix solutions for reactions&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;Watch we now for observations&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;So we can collect our data&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5146427573707560554?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5146427573707560554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5146427573707560554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;All with math, all with graphs&lt;br /&gt;Observations of colors and smells&lt;br /&gt;Calculations and graph curves like bells&lt;br /&gt;Memories of tests that have past&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how long will chemistry last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent labs, difficult labs&lt;br /&gt;All with math, all with graphs&lt;br /&gt;Lots of equations that need balancing&lt;br /&gt;Gas pressure problems that make my head ring&lt;br /&gt;Santa Chlorine's on his way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Please Santa bring me an 'A'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8890269803846640458?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8890269803846640458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-216291770849581013</id><published>2008-10-11T02:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:33:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry song 03&lt;br /&gt;I'm Dreaming of a White Precipitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white precipitate&lt;br /&gt;just like the ones I used to make&lt;br /&gt;Where the colors are vivid&lt;br /&gt;and the chemist is livid&lt;br /&gt;to see impurities in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a white precipitate&lt;br /&gt;with every chemistry test I write&lt;br /&gt;May your equations be balanced and right&lt;br /&gt;and may all your reactions be bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-216291770849581013?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-4821213126081391009</id><published>2008-10-11T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:32:48.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chemistry song 02&lt;br /&gt;The Chemistry Teacher's Coming to Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better not weigh&lt;br /&gt;You better not heat&lt;br /&gt;You better not react&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now&lt;br /&gt;The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's collecting data&lt;br /&gt;He's checking it twice&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna find out&lt;br /&gt;The heat of melting ice&lt;br /&gt;The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you when you're decanting&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you titrate&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you are safe or not&lt;br /&gt;So wear goggles for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you better not filter&lt;br /&gt;And drink your filtrate&lt;br /&gt;You better not be careless and spill your precipitate.&lt;br /&gt;The Chemistry Teacher's coming to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4821213126081391009?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4821213126081391009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4821213126081391009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4821213126081391009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4821213126081391009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/chemistry-song-02-chemistry-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2956674354335632159</id><published>2008-10-07T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:18:15.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can now eat your own plate&lt;br /&gt;Taipei, Taiwan (AP) - Diners tempted to lick a plate after a delicious meal can now go a step further - eat the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen Liang-erh, 50, an amateur inventor, announced Friday that he had perfected an edible plate made from wheat grain, and that he planned to mass-produce it and other edible crockery including cups, bowls and food containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen spent six years developing the plate, which he said would retail at about 7 cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diners who don't want to eat the items - which taste like unsalted popcorn - can boil them for a nutritious meal for animals, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chen said this can help reduce pollution caused by discarded crockery. The only disadvantage, he said, is his crockery cannot be washed and reused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2956674354335632159?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2956674354335632159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2956674354335632159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2956674354335632159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2956674354335632159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-now-eat-your-own-plate-taipei.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1839509682371697483</id><published>2008-10-07T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:17:28.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Windows a virus?&lt;br /&gt;With the recent problems being encountered by Windows users all across the country, people are begin to ask themselves if windows is a virus. In response to the high demand for an answer to that question a study was done and concluded the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Viruses replicate quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Windows does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so.&lt;br /&gt;Windows does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;Windows does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Viruses are usually carried, unkown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems.&lt;br /&gt;Windows does that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware.&lt;br /&gt;Same with Windows, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Windows really is a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope! There is a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses are well supported by their authors, are frequently updated, and tend to become more sophisticated as they mature. So there! Windows is not a virus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1839509682371697483?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1839509682371697483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1839509682371697483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1839509682371697483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1839509682371697483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-windows-virus-with-recent-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-9149396366652003236</id><published>2008-10-07T10:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:17:07.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The problem is at your end&lt;br /&gt;One of Microsoft's finest technicans was drafted and sent to boot camp. At the rifle range, he was given some instruction, a rifle, and bullets. He fired several shots at the target. The report came from the target area that all attempts had completely missed the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technician looked at his rifle, and then at the target. He looked at the rifle again, and then at the target again. He put his finger over the end of the rifle barrel and squeezed the trigger with his other hand. The end of his finger was blown off, whereupon he yelled toward the target area, "It's leaving here just fine, the trouble must be at your end!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-9149396366652003236?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9149396366652003236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=9149396366652003236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9149396366652003236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9149396366652003236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/problem-is-at-your-end-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2281229945926507311</id><published>2008-10-07T10:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:16:40.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top Ten Ways Y2K Will Affect Disney World&lt;br /&gt;10. Accidental switch back to 19,000 Leagues Under the Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Screwed up computers report EuroDisney turning a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Air traffic control glitch causes Dumbo to smack into a DC-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The "It's a Small World After All" creatures go on a rampage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Hall of Presidents keeps chanting "Kill Clinton, kill Clinton."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When you wish upon a star, nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unexpected power surge brings an angry Walt Disney back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Main Street Electrical Parade" becomes "Main Street Two Guys With Plastic Flashlights Parade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ticket machine accidentally dispenses day passes for less than $600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two words: catapulting teacups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2281229945926507311?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2281229945926507311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2281229945926507311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2281229945926507311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2281229945926507311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-ten-ways-y2k-will-affect-disney.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3207251563302864764</id><published>2008-10-07T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:16:24.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you define OCR?&lt;br /&gt;OCR - Optical Character Recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A technology that can take written words and convert them back into computer-readable form, provided they're in the right font, using the correct colors sometimes, at the right point size and pitch, dark enough on the paper, and you're prepared to spend several centuries correcting all the 1's that came out as l's, all the O's that came out as 0's, and all the :'s that come out like ;'s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3207251563302864764?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3207251563302864764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3207251563302864764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3207251563302864764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3207251563302864764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-define-ocr-ocr-optical.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-329983678400493937</id><published>2008-10-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:16:08.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bill Gates picks his own punishment&lt;br /&gt;Satan greets him: "Welcome Mr. Gates, we've been waiting for you. This will be your home for all eternity. You've been selfish, greedy and a big liar all your life. Now, since you've got me in a good mood, I'll be generous and give you a choice of three places in which you'll be locked up forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan takes Bill to a huge lake of fire in which millions of poor souls are tormented and tortured. He then takes him to a massive coliseum where thousands of people are chased about and devoured by starving lions. Finally, he takes Bill to a tiny room in which there is a bottle of the finest wine sitting on a table. To Bill's delight, he sees a PC in the corner. Without hesitation, Bill says "I'll take this option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," says Satan, allowing Bill to enter the room. Satan locks the room after Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he turns around, he bumps into Lucifer. "That was Bill Gates!" cried Lucifer. "Why did you give him the best place of all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what everyone thinks" snickered Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bottle has a hole in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the PC?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's got Windows 95!" laughed Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And it's missing three keys,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Control, Alt and Delete."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-329983678400493937?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/329983678400493937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=329983678400493937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/329983678400493937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/329983678400493937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bill-gates-picks-his-own-punishment.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8942668961302848724</id><published>2008-10-03T18:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:27:57.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Secret Service Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Service was looking for more employees. They put up a sign and the next day they picked the next three people. They brought the first guy into a room and gave him a pistol and said" Your wife is in that room go in and shoot her" The guy looked at them and said" No I can't do it" So the Secret Service brought out the next guy and told him the same thing and handed him the gun. "He went into the room and came back out but he didn't want to shoot her. So the Secret Service who was really desperate brought the last person in. She was a blonde so they were worried. They said" Your husbandis in that room and I want you to shoot him." "Alright" she announced. She went into the room and the Secret Service heard alot of crashing and banging. They went in and found the man dead. "What the hell is going on" "Oh The gun was a blank so I beat him to death with a chair."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8942668961302848724?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8942668961302848724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8942668961302848724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8942668961302848724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8942668961302848724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-service-blonde-secret-service.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5296616490503260012</id><published>2008-10-03T18:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:27:33.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't help noticing how happy you look," she said. "What's your &lt;br /&gt;secret for a long happy life?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I smoke three packs of cigarettes a day," he said. "I also drink a case &lt;br /&gt;of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods, and never exercise." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's amazing," the woman said. "How old are you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty-six."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5296616490503260012?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5296616490503260012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5296616490503260012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5296616490503260012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5296616490503260012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/language-woman-walked-up-to-little-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1824332111981358964</id><published>2008-10-03T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:27:11.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the blonde jumped off the bridge? &lt;br /&gt;Because she thought her maxi had wings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1824332111981358964?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1824332111981358964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1824332111981358964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1824332111981358964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1824332111981358964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/wings-why-did-blonde-jumped-off-bridge.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4021408850229956805</id><published>2008-10-03T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:26:49.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a blond so stupid that as she read the orange juice that said "consentrat"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4021408850229956805?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4021408850229956805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4021408850229956805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4021408850229956805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4021408850229956805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-i-knew-blond-so-stupid-that-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7274425835962467085</id><published>2008-10-03T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:26:11.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biff gets a call from his blonde girlfriend, Buffy. "I've got a problem," says Buffy. &lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" asks Biff.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've bought this jigsaw puzzle, but it's too hard. None of the pieces fit together and I can't find any edges."&lt;br /&gt;"What's the picture of?" asks Biff. &lt;br /&gt;"It's of a big Rooster," replies Buffy. &lt;br /&gt;"All right," says Biff, "I'll come over and have a look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes over to Buffy's house and Buffy greets him saying, "Thanks for coming over." &lt;br /&gt;Buffy leads Biff into her kitchen and shows him the jigsaw on the kitchen table. &lt;br /&gt;Biff looks at the jigsaw and then turns to Buffy and says, "For Pete's sake - put the Cornflakes back in the Box."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7274425835962467085?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7274425835962467085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7274425835962467085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7274425835962467085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7274425835962467085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-problem-biff-gets-call-from-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7057846405533650043</id><published>2008-10-03T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:25:44.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q &amp; A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why are dumb blonde jokes so short?&lt;br /&gt;A: So brunettes can remember them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you do if a blonde throws a grenade at you?&lt;br /&gt;A: You pick it up pull the pin &amp; throw it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What happened to the blonde tap dancer? &lt;br /&gt;A: She slipped off and fell down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you tell if a blonde has been using the computer? &lt;br /&gt;A: The joystick is wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the quickest way to get into a blondes pants?&lt;br /&gt;A: Pick them up off the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't blonds play frisbee? &lt;br /&gt;A: It hurts their teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a blonde with half a brain? &lt;br /&gt;A: Gifted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do blonde braincells die ? &lt;br /&gt;A: Alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why don't blondes eat bananas? &lt;br /&gt;A: They can't find the zipper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did the blonde try to kill the fish? &lt;br /&gt;A: She tried to drown it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between a blonde and a 747?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not everyone has been in a 747.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7057846405533650043?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7057846405533650043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7057846405533650043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7057846405533650043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7057846405533650043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/q-q-why-are-dumb-blonde-jokes-so-short.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-779801489257821205</id><published>2008-10-03T18:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:24:50.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleeping Pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exhausted looking blonde dragged himself in to the doctor's office. "Doctor, there are dogs all over my neighborhood. They bark all day and all night, and I can't get a wink of sleep." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have good news for you," the doctor answered, rummaging through a drawer full of sample medications. "Here are some new sleeping pills that work like a dream. A few of these and your trouble will be over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great," the blonde answered, "I'll try anything. Let's give it a shot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later the blonde returned, looking worse than ever. "Doc, your plan is no good. I'm more tired than before!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand how that could be", said the doctor, shaking his head. "Those are the strongest pills on the market!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That may be true," answered the blonde wearily, "but I'm still up all night chasing those dogs and when I finally catch one it's hard getting him to swallow the pill!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-779801489257821205?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/779801489257821205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=779801489257821205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/779801489257821205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/779801489257821205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleeping-pills-exhausted-looking-blonde.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3404620015512312989</id><published>2008-10-03T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:24:18.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking For Cops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde and a brunette are out driving, and the brunette tells the blonde to look out for cops - especially cops with their lights on. After they've been driving for a while, the brunette asks the blonde if she's seen any cops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," says the blonde. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are their lights on?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde has to think for a moment, then says, "Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3404620015512312989?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3404620015512312989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3404620015512312989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3404620015512312989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3404620015512312989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-for-cops-blonde-and-brunette.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7957383392826328530</id><published>2008-10-03T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:07:55.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Hamster Show</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar and asks the bartender if he will give him a free beer if he shows him something amazing. The bartender agrees, so the guys pulls out a hamster, who begins dancing and singing "Tuff Enuff" by the Fabulous Thunderbirds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That IS amazing!" says the bartender and gives the guy his free beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I show you something else amazing, will you give me another beer?" The bartender agrees, so the guy pulls out a small piano and a hamster and a frog. Now the hamster plays the piano while the frog dances and sings "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet" by Bachman-Turner Overdrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender, completely wowed, gives him another beer. A man in a suit, who's been watching the entire time, offers to buy the frog for a princely sum, which the man agrees to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you nuts?" asks the bartender. "You could've made a fortune off that frog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you keep a secret?" asks the man. "The hamster's a ventriloquist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7957383392826328530?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7957383392826328530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7957383392826328530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7957383392826328530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7957383392826328530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/hamster-show.html' title='The Hamster Show'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4024843007348238082</id><published>2008-10-01T09:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:00:46.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar joke - Santa banta fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa singh &amp; banta singh rented a boat and fished in a lake every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they had a huge haul of 30 fish. santa said to banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There’s lots of fish here! Mark this spot so that we can come here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.” The next day when they were driving to rent the boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;santa asked banta , “Did you mark that spot?” banta replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I put a big X on the bottom of the boat!” santa said, “You fool! What if we dont get that same boat today!?!?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4024843007348238082?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4024843007348238082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4024843007348238082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4024843007348238082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4024843007348238082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-joke-santa-banta-fishing-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-944046400091928703</id><published>2008-10-01T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:00:31.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes - Weight loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told Sardarji that if he ran eight kilometers a day for 300 days, he would&lt;br /&gt;lose 34 kilos. At the end of 300 days, Sardarji called the doctor to report he had lost the weight,&lt;br /&gt;but he had a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the problem?” asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 2400 kms from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumble This Stumble This Digg This Add To Del.icio.us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: sardar Jokes, Short funny jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short sardarji joke - Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the scene of an accident a man was crying: O God! I have lost my hand, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar : Control yourself. Don’t cry. See that man. He has lost his head. Is he crying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-944046400091928703?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/944046400091928703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=944046400091928703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/944046400091928703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/944046400091928703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-weight-loss-doctor-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5185916661124345738</id><published>2008-10-01T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:00:16.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Hanging for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were eleven people hanging onto a rope that came down from a plane.&lt;br /&gt;Ten were sardar, and one was a girl. They all decided that one person should get off because if they didn’t, then the rope would break and everyone would die. No one could decide who should go, so finally the girl said, “I’ll get off.”&lt;br /&gt;After a really touching speech from the girl saying she would get off, all of the sardar started Clapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5185916661124345738?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5185916661124345738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5185916661124345738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5185916661124345738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5185916661124345738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-hanging-for-life-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4687365572392454161</id><published>2008-10-01T08:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:00:04.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Going home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sardars who work in the same office notice that their boss has started leaving work early every day. One day they decide that after he leaves, they’ll take off early, too. After all, he never calls or comes back, so how will he know?&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Sardar is thrilled to get home early. he does a little gardening, watches a movie and then goes to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd Sardar is elevated to be able to get in a quick workout at her health club before meeting a dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Sardar is also very happy to be home early, but as he goes upstairs he hears noises coming from his bedroom. he quietly opens the door a crack and is mortified to see his wife in bed with HIS BOSS! Ever so gently, he closes the door and creeps out of his house.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the other two Sardar talk about leaving early again, but when they ask the 3rd Sardar if he wants to leave early also, he exclaims, “NO WAY! Yesterday I almost got caught!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4687365572392454161?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4687365572392454161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4687365572392454161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4687365572392454161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4687365572392454161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-going-home-early-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5775587765545005700</id><published>2008-10-01T08:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:59:51.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sardar walk into a bar, each orders a drink. They go and sit down and start toasting and cheering, “51 days! 51 Days!!” About five minutes later, another Sardar walks in, orders a drink, and joins the other two in the cheering.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, another Sardar walks in with what looks like a picture. He puts the picture thing in the middle of the table, and starts cheering with the others, “51 days!51 days!!&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender starts too get really curious, so he walks over to discover that the picture is a Puzzle. He walks over to one of the Sardar and asks, “What on earth are you doing??”&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” the Sardar says, “everyone thinks Sardar are so stupid, so we proved them wrong. On the box of this puzzle, it says 2-4 years, but we finished it in only 51 days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5775587765545005700?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5775587765545005700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5775587765545005700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5775587765545005700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5775587765545005700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-puzzle-two-sardar-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-861376563528275806</id><published>2008-10-01T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:59:34.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Engine failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes into the flight from Delhi to Kolkata, the captain announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, one of our engines has failed. There is nothing to worry about. Our flight will take an hour longer than scheduled, but we still have three engines left.”&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later the captain announced, “One more engine has failed and the flight will take an additional two hours. But don’t worry. We can fly just fine on two engines.”&lt;br /&gt;An hour later the captain announced, “One more engine has failed and our arrival will be delayed another three hours. But don’t worry. We still have one engine left.”&lt;br /&gt;A young Sardar passenger turned to the man in the next seat and remarked, “If we lose one more engine, we’ll be up here all day!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-861376563528275806?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/861376563528275806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=861376563528275806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/861376563528275806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/861376563528275806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-engine-failure-fifteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3360470428972624153</id><published>2008-10-01T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:57:59.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar Jokes : Air travel of Sardarji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sardar was going to Chandigarh from pune by a air-india plane.He was alloted the middle seat of one of the 3-seats array.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as the Sardarji got into the plane, he sat on the window side seat which was actually for an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time the old lady came and requested the Sardarji to leave the side seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Sardaji told, “I want to see the view from the window and shall not leave”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady then complained to the air hostess .The air hostess requested the Sardarji to leave that seat but Sardarji did not leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the air hostess went and told the asst. captain. He also came and requested, but in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the Captain came. He whispered something in the ears of the Sardarji and the Sardarji immedietly left the side seat and returned to the middle seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished, the airhostess and the asst. captain asked the captain afterwards what he told to the Sardarji?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain told, “nothing… Ijust told him that only the middle seats will go to Chandigarh and all others will go to Jalandhar.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3360470428972624153?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3360470428972624153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3360470428972624153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3360470428972624153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3360470428972624153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/sardar-jokes-air-travel-of-sardarji-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2161711397622264441</id><published>2008-10-01T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:57:31.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ON A ROMANTIC DATE SARDARS GIRL FRIEND ASKS HIM, DARLING&lt;br /&gt;ON OUR ENGAGEMENT WILL YOU GIVE ME A RING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAID YA SURE WHATS YOUR PHONE NUMBER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2161711397622264441?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2161711397622264441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2161711397622264441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2161711397622264441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2161711397622264441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-romantic-date-sardars-girl-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7009758240625811296</id><published>2008-09-27T21:26:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:27:03.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Santa banta sardar jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Wow Banta, Where did you get the cycle, from? Banta: I was walking on the highway when a beautiful lady came in this cycle and asked me -”want a ride Mr. Singh?” I hopped in, and she took me to the woods. Once in woods she got outside took off clothes and said to me “Mr. Singh. take anything” Santa is quite excited and asks “What did you do Santa?” Banta: I took the cycle. Santa: good show - you wouldn?t have fit into her clothes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7009758240625811296?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7009758240625811296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7009758240625811296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7009758240625811296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7009758240625811296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/santa-banta-sardar-jokes-santa-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4526785063290883733</id><published>2008-09-27T21:26:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:52.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-The archery contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was an archery contest.The first archer, wearing a long cape covering his face, lines up in position…He takes a deep breath and fires an arrow, which finds the center of the target.Then he takes of his cape and screams: I AM…… ROBIN HOOD!!! The crowd cheers!The second archer with a cape lines up in position.He fires his arrow, which hits the center and cuts Robin Hood’s arrow into two!!!He takes off his cape and screams: I AM…… WILLIAM TELL!!!!!! The crowd cheers!!Finally our Santa in cape lines up in position… He fires his arrow but it goes all wrong!It flies past the crowd and kills the king!!! Then the man takes off his cape and screams:I AM…… SORRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4526785063290883733?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4526785063290883733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4526785063290883733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4526785063290883733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4526785063290883733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-archery-contest-once-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-338283331972437132</id><published>2008-09-27T21:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:39.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: My wife is still scared of waterBanta: how come?Santa: yesterday when i went home, she was in the bath tub with the security guard!!———-Santa to his wife: darling, years ago u had a figure like coke bottle.Jeeto: yes darling i still do, only differnece is earlier it was 300mlnow it’s 1.5 ltr.———–Nurse: congrats santa, you are a father.Santa: don’t tell my wife, i want to surprise her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-338283331972437132?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/338283331972437132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=338283331972437132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/338283331972437132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/338283331972437132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-santa-my-wife-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4294903379370786807</id><published>2008-09-27T21:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:28.139-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Who dunnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge read the charges, then asked: Are you the defendant in this case?No, your honor,” replied Banta, “I’ve got a lawyer to do the defending. I’m the person who done it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4294903379370786807?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4294903379370786807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4294903379370786807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4294903379370786807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4294903379370786807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-who-dunnit-judge-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3655197996747841444</id><published>2008-09-27T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:15.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Santa and Banta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and Banta decide to apply for jobs at a mine that had opened nearby. After sitting in the waiting room for a while, Banta gets called in for his interview.The boss asks Banta if he had worked underground mines before? Banta says that he had.The boss asks him how deep under ground he worked?Banta says, “Oh, about 8 to 10 feet.”The boss says, “Mines are a lot deeper than that, get out of here - you’re no miner!”On his way out, Banta tells Santa to tell the boss that he worked real deep underground so he could get the job. Santa gets called in.The boss asks Santa if he had worked underground mines before?Santa says, “Oh sure.”The boss asks how deep underground he worked.Santa says, “I used to work in a mine 20,000 feet underground. “The boss says, “20,000 feet, Wow! That is incredible!, “What kind of lights did you use in a mine so deep underground? “Santa says, “Oh, I didn’t need a light, I worked on the day shift!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3655197996747841444?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3655197996747841444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3655197996747841444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3655197996747841444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3655197996747841444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-santa-and-banta-santa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-6411989885783663870</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:26:04.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Santa in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh died and went to heaven. When he got to the pearly gate Saint Peter told him that new rules were in effect due to the advances in education on earth.In order to gain admittance a prospective heavenly soul must answer two questions:1. Name two days of the week that begin with “T”.2. How many seconds are there in a year?Santa thought for a few minutes and answered…1. The two days of the week that begin with “T” are Today and Tomorrow.2. There are 12 seconds in a year.Saint Peter said, “OK, I’ll buy the Today and Tomorrow, even though it’s not the answer I expected, so your answer is correct.But how did you get only 12 seconds in a year?”Santa replied, “Well, January 2nd, February 2nd,March 2nd, etc….”Saint Peter lets him in without another word”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-6411989885783663870?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6411989885783663870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=6411989885783663870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6411989885783663870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6411989885783663870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-santa-in-heaven-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1667706136105133285</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:52.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes - Weight loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told Sardarji that if he ran eight kilometers a day for 300 days, he wouldlose 34 kilos. At the end of 300 days, Sardarji called the doctor to report he had lost the weight,but he had a problem.”What’s the problem?” asked the doctor.I’m 2400 kms from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1667706136105133285?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1667706136105133285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1667706136105133285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1667706136105133285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1667706136105133285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-weight-loss-doctor-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1422214765535318566</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:42.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Hanging for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were eleven people hanging onto a rope that came down from a plane.Ten were sardar, and one was a girl. They all decided that one person should get off because if they didn?t, then the rope would break and everyone would die. No one could decide who should go, so finally the girl said, “I’ll get off.”After a really touching speech from the girl saying she would get off, all of the sardar started Clapping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1422214765535318566?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1422214765535318566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1422214765535318566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1422214765535318566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1422214765535318566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-hanging-for-life-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2464671767163262417</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:29.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Going home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three sardars who work in the same office notice that their boss has started leaving work early every day. One day they decide that after he leaves, they’ll take off early, too. After all, he never calls or comes back, so how will he know?The 1st Sardar is thrilled to get home early. he does a little gardening, watches a movie and then goes to bed early.The 2nd Sardar is elevated to be able to get in a quick workout at her health club before meeting a dinner date.The 3rd Sardar is also very happy to be home early, but as he goes upstairs he hears noises coming from his bedroom. he quietly opens the door a crack and is mortified to see his wife in bed with HIS BOSS! Ever so gently, he closes the door and creeps out of his house.The next day, the other two Sardar talk about leaving early again, but when they ask the 3rd Sardar if he wants to leave early also, he exclaims, “NO WAY! Yesterday I almost got caught!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2464671767163262417?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2464671767163262417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2464671767163262417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2464671767163262417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2464671767163262417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-going-home-early-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1893227505472867218</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:19.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sardar walk into a bar, each orders a drink. They go and sit down and start toasting and cheering, “51 days! 51 Days!!” About five minutes later, another Sardar walks in, orders a drink, and joins the other two in the cheering.Finally, another Sardar walks in with what looks like a picture. He puts the picture thing in the middle of the table, and starts cheering with the others, “51 days!51 days!!The Bartender starts too get really curious, so he walks over to discover that the picture is a Puzzle. He walks over to one of the Sardar and asks, “What on earth are you doing??”"Well,” the Sardar says, “everyone thinks Sardar are so stupid, so we proved them wrong. On the box of this puzzle, it says 2-4 years, but we finished it in only 51 days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1893227505472867218?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1893227505472867218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1893227505472867218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1893227505472867218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1893227505472867218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-puzzle-two-sardar-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7144223894637413918</id><published>2008-09-27T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:25:08.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Engine failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes into the flight from Delhi to Kolkata, the captain announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, one of our engines has failed. There is nothing to worry about. Our flight will take an hour longer than scheduled, but we still have three engines left.”Thirty minutes later the captain announced, “One more engine has failed and the flight will take an additional two hours. But don’t worry. We can fly just fine on two engines.”An hour later the captain announced, “One more engine has failed and our arrival will be delayed another three hours. But don’t worry. We still have one engine left.”A young Sardar passenger turned to the man in the next seat and remarked, “If we lose one more engine, we’ll be up here all day!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7144223894637413918?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7144223894637413918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7144223894637413918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7144223894637413918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7144223894637413918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-engine-failure-fifteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-587803948608080398</id><published>2008-09-27T21:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:24:58.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Suger level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar enters kitchen and opens the sugarbox. Sees inside and closes it.Wife observes the whole episode.Again he comes and does the same stuff. Wife asks Why are you doing this?Sardar replies: Doctor told to check sugar level regularly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-587803948608080398?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/587803948608080398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=587803948608080398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/587803948608080398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/587803948608080398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-suger-level-sardar-enters_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-6199203809480341543</id><published>2008-09-27T21:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:24:55.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Suger level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar enters kitchen and opens the sugarbox. Sees inside and closes it.Wife observes the whole episode.Again he comes and does the same stuff. Wife asks Why are you doing this?Sardar replies: Doctor told to check sugar level regularly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-6199203809480341543?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6199203809480341543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=6199203809480341543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6199203809480341543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6199203809480341543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-suger-level-sardar-enters.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-6178769921976274797</id><published>2008-09-27T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:24:39.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sardar jokes-Nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is driving down a country road, when he spots a sardar standing in the middle of a huge field of grass.He pulls the car over to the side of the road and notices that Santa is just standing there, doing nothing, looking at nothing.The man gets out of the car, walks all the way out to the sardar and asks him, “Ah excuse me sir, but what are you doing?”Santa replies, “I’m trying to win a Nobel Prize.”"How?” asks the man, puzzled.”Well I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who are out standing in their field.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-6178769921976274797?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6178769921976274797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=6178769921976274797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6178769921976274797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6178769921976274797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sardar-jokes-nobel-prize-man-is-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3935387233365675129</id><published>2008-09-27T21:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:24:01.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar 1 : What would you do if the bomb explodes while fixing.&lt;br /&gt;sardar 2 : Dont worry, I have a one more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3935387233365675129?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3935387233365675129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3935387233365675129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3935387233365675129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3935387233365675129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-sardar-were-fixing-bomb-in-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2100145477631873097</id><published>2008-09-27T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:23:44.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boss : Where were you born ?&lt;br /&gt;sardar : Punjab.&lt;br /&gt;Boss : which part ?&lt;br /&gt;sardar : Kya which part ? Whole body born in punjab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2100145477631873097?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2100145477631873097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2100145477631873097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2100145477631873097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2100145477631873097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/boss-where-were-you-born-sardar-punjab.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1528684188538347150</id><published>2008-09-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:23:21.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day Sardar happened to see a marathon race.&lt;br /&gt;“What the guys are doing” asked the sardar.&lt;br /&gt;” We are running a marathon. The winner will get prize” replied one&lt;br /&gt;runner.&lt;br /&gt;“Only the winner will get prize! Then why others are participating!!”&lt;br /&gt;Exclaimed the Sardar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1528684188538347150?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1528684188538347150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1528684188538347150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1528684188538347150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1528684188538347150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-day-sardar-happened-to-see-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4147571820796857294</id><published>2008-09-26T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:23:19.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Slot machine winner</title><content type='html'>A dumb blonde was standing in front of a soda machine outside of a local store. After putting in sixty cents, a root beer pops out of the machine. She set it on the ground, puts sixty more cents into the machine, and pushes another button; suddenly, a coke comes out the machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued to do this until a man waiting to use the machine became impatient. "Excuse me, can I get my soda and then you can go back to whatever stupid thing you are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde turns around and says, "Yeah right! I'm not giving up this machine while I'm still winning!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4147571820796857294?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4147571820796857294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4147571820796857294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4147571820796857294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4147571820796857294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/slot-machine-winner.html' title='Slot machine winner'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1836782044009484111</id><published>2008-09-26T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:22:03.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Do you see the dead bird?</title><content type='html'>A brunette and a blonde are walking along in a park one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the brunette notices a dead bird. "Awww, look at the dead birdie," she says sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde stops, looks up into the sky, and says, "Where? Where?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1836782044009484111?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1836782044009484111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1836782044009484111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1836782044009484111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1836782044009484111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-see-dead-bird.html' title='Do you see the dead bird?'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1351411536285065745</id><published>2008-09-26T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:20:53.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Buying drinks at a bar</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette and a redhead went into a bar and ordered their drinks from the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: "I'll have a B and C."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender:"What is a B and C?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunette: "Bourbon and Coke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redhead: "And, I'll have a G and T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: "What's a G and T?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redhead: "Gin and tonic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: "I'll have a 15."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender: "What's a 15?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: "7 and 7"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1351411536285065745?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1351411536285065745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1351411536285065745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1351411536285065745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1351411536285065745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/buying-drinks-at-bar.html' title='Buying drinks at a bar'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1851528694533455318</id><published>2008-09-26T04:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:20:19.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Unlocking your car</title><content type='html'>Two blondes were recently observed in a parking lot trying to unlock the door of their Mercedes with a coat hanger. Here is their dialogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde One: I can't seem to get this door unlocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde Two: Well, you'd better hurry up and try harder! it's starting to rain, and the top is down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1851528694533455318?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1851528694533455318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1851528694533455318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1851528694533455318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1851528694533455318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/unlocking-your-car.html' title='Unlocking your car'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8434143412499798273</id><published>2008-09-26T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:19:51.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>First experience horse riding</title><content type='html'>A blonde decides to learn and try horse back riding unassisted without prior experience or lessons. She mounts the horse with great effort, and the tall, shiny horse springs into motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. Out of shear terror, she grabs for the horse's mane but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly oblivious to its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, giving up her frail grip, she leaps away from the horse to try and throw herself to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup. She is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground again and again. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness or even death when Frank, the Wal-Mart manager runs out to shut the horse off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8434143412499798273?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8434143412499798273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8434143412499798273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8434143412499798273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8434143412499798273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-experience-horse-riding.html' title='First experience horse riding'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7552703958784598042</id><published>2008-09-26T04:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:19:15.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Mind telling me the time?</title><content type='html'>BLONDE: "Excuse me, what time is it right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "It's 11:25PM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLONDE: (confused look on face) "You know, it's the weirdest thing, I've asked that question thirty times today, and every time someone gives me a different answer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7552703958784598042?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7552703958784598042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7552703958784598042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7552703958784598042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7552703958784598042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/mind-telling-me-time.html' title='Mind telling me the time?'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7682820443596653536</id><published>2008-09-26T04:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:18:50.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>The blonde test taker</title><content type='html'>A blonde reports for her university final exam which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails. Within thirty minutes she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still working furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies. "Now I'm rechecking my answers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7682820443596653536?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7682820443596653536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7682820443596653536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7682820443596653536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7682820443596653536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blonde-test-taker.html' title='The blonde test taker'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-9039431774303476957</id><published>2008-09-26T04:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:18:15.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Turn back your car odometer</title><content type='html'>A blonde made several attempts to sell her old car. She was having a lot of problems finding a buyer because the car had 340,000 miles on it. She discussed her problem with a brunette that she worked with at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette suggested, "There may be a chance to sell that car easier, but it's not going to be legal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't matter at all," replied the blonde. "All that matters it that I am able to sell this car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright," replied the brunette. In a quiet voice, she told the blonde: "Here is the address of a friend of mine. He owns a car repair shop around here. Tell him I sent you, and he will turn the counter back on your car to 40,000 miles. Then it shouldn't be a problem to sell your car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend, the blonde took a trip to the mechanic on the brunette's advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About one month after that, the brunette saw the blonde and asked, "Did you sell your car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" replied the blonde. "Why should I? It only has 40,000 miles on it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-9039431774303476957?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9039431774303476957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=9039431774303476957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9039431774303476957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9039431774303476957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/turn-back-your-car-odometer.html' title='Turn back your car odometer'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-993565724402632696</id><published>2008-09-26T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:17:41.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Shortage of parachutes</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette, a movie star, the pope, and a pilot were on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane was going down fast, and there were only four parachutes for all five of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot took one and jumped, then the movie star took one and jumped, and then the blonde took one and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pope told the brunette to take the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette said, "There are still 2 parachutes left! The blonde took my backpack!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-993565724402632696?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/993565724402632696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=993565724402632696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/993565724402632696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/993565724402632696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/shortage-of-parachutes.html' title='Shortage of parachutes'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2678714795200379032</id><published>2008-09-26T04:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:17:02.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>I can't breathe without that</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes into the beauty and hair parlor with her walkman on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need to take that walkman off your head," says the beauty specialist as she notices the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't! I'll die!" retorts the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't cut your hair with the walkman on your ears!" says the beauty specialist getting annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said you can't take it off, or I'll die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty specialist, outraged and flustered, grabs the walkman and throws it off the head of the blonde. Within seconds, the blonde dies. When the specialist picks up the walkman to listen, she hears it repeating "breath in, breath out, breath in".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2678714795200379032?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2678714795200379032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2678714795200379032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2678714795200379032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2678714795200379032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-breathe-without-that.html' title='I can&apos;t breathe without that'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7548270562894548593</id><published>2008-09-26T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:16:32.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>How many sheep do I have?</title><content type='html'>There once was a blonde who was very tired of blonde jokes and insults directed at her intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she cut and dyed her hair, got a make-over, got in her car, and began driving around in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she came to a herd of sheep in the road. She stopped her car and went over to the shepherd who was tending to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I can guess the exact number of sheep here, will you let me have one?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shepherd, thinking this was a pretty safe bet, agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have 171 sheep," said the blonde in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised, the shepherd told her to pick out a sheep of her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around for a while and finally found one that she really liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked it up and was petting it when the shepherd walked over to her and asked, "if I can guess your real hair color, will you give me my sheep back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde thought it was only fair to let him try. "You're a blonde! Now give me back my dog."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7548270562894548593?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7548270562894548593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7548270562894548593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7548270562894548593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7548270562894548593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-many-sheep-do-i-have.html' title='How many sheep do I have?'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8287070971831896462</id><published>2008-09-26T04:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:16:03.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Let's take a trip to Disney</title><content type='html'>Two blondes had driven across the country to see Disney World in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they approached it and got onto the final stretch of highway, they saw a sign saying "Disney World Left!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a minute, the driver blonde said "Oh well!" and started driving back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8287070971831896462?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8287070971831896462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8287070971831896462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8287070971831896462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8287070971831896462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-take-trip-to-disney.html' title='Let&apos;s take a trip to Disney'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1188438049746481338</id><published>2008-09-26T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:15:35.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>What type of prize did you win?</title><content type='html'>A blonde goes to the local restaurant, buys a small drink for herself, and sits down to drink it. She notices a peel-off prize sticker on the side of her cup while she is drinking. After pulling off the tab, she begins screaming, "I won a motor home! I won a motor home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress runs over and argues, "That's impossible. The biggest prize given away was a stero system!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replies, "No. I won a motor home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the manager makes his way over to the table, and he too argues, "You couldn't possibly have won a motor home because we didn't have that as one of our prizes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the blonde says, "There is no mistake! I won a motor home!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde hands the prize ticket to the manager and he reads, "WIN A BAGEL."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1188438049746481338?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1188438049746481338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1188438049746481338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1188438049746481338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1188438049746481338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-type-of-prize-did-you-win.html' title='What type of prize did you win?'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-7191319493414659063</id><published>2008-09-26T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:15:07.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>One wish to each</title><content type='html'>Three blondes were walking through the desert when they found a magic genie's lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rubbing the lamp to make the genie appear, he said, "I will grant three wishes, one for each of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first said, "I wish I were smarter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she became a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second blonde said, "I wish I were smarter than she is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She became a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third blond ordered, "I wish I were smarter than both of them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she became a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-7191319493414659063?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7191319493414659063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=7191319493414659063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7191319493414659063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/7191319493414659063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wish-to-each.html' title='One wish to each'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4101708393490701037</id><published>2008-09-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:14:42.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blondes change a lightbulb</title><content type='html'>Three blondes are attempting to change a light bulb. One of them decides to call 911:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: We need help. We're three blondes changing a light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Hmmmmm. You put in a fresh bulb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: The power in the house in on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: And the switch is on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: Yes, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: And the bulb still won't light up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: No, it's working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Then what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde: We got dizzy spinning the ladder around, and we all fell and hurt ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4101708393490701037?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4101708393490701037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4101708393490701037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4101708393490701037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4101708393490701037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blondes-change-lightbulb.html' title='Blondes change a lightbulb'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-9182754658396044419</id><published>2008-09-24T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:38:11.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Doctors meeting</title><content type='html'>A group of psychiatrists were attending a convention. Four of them decided to leave, and walked out together. One said to the other three, "People are always coming to us with their guilt and fears, but we have no one that we can go to when we have problems." The others agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one said, "Since we are all professionals, why don't we take some time right now to hear each other out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first then confessed, "I have an uncontrollable desire to kill my patients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second psychiatrist said, "I love expensive things and so I find ways to cheat my patients out of their money whenever I can so I can buy the things I want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third followed with, "I'm involved with selling drugs and often get my patients to sell them for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth psychiatrist then confessed, "I know I'm not supposed to, but no matter how hard I try, I can't keep a secret..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-9182754658396044419?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9182754658396044419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=9182754658396044419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9182754658396044419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/9182754658396044419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/doctors-meeting.html' title='Doctors meeting'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-491105963935276554</id><published>2008-09-24T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:37:44.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Emotional</title><content type='html'>The aspiring psychiatrists were attending their first class on emotional extremes. "Just to establish some parameters," said the professor to the student from Arkansas, "What is the opposite of joy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sadness," said the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the opposite of depression?" he asked of the young lady from Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elation," said she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you sir," he said to the young man from Texas, "how about the opposite of woe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Texan replied, "Sir, I believe that would be giddy-up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-491105963935276554?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/491105963935276554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=491105963935276554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/491105963935276554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/491105963935276554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/emotional.html' title='Emotional'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8313545389791374313</id><published>2008-09-24T17:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:37:12.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Better relationship</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed. "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the problem?" the docotor inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing all around you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did my advice not work?" asked the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's your problem?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have a problem," the man replied. "My wife does."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8313545389791374313?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8313545389791374313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8313545389791374313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8313545389791374313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8313545389791374313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/better-relationship.html' title='Better relationship'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1639965454744911223</id><published>2008-09-24T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:36:38.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>guilty</title><content type='html'>Sheri, the pert and pretty nurse took her troubles to a resident psychiatrist in the hospital where she worked. "Doctor, you must help me," she pleaded. "It's gotten so that every time I date one of the young doctors here, I end up dating him. And then afterward, I feel guilty and depressed for a week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," nodded the psychiatrist. "And you, no doubt, want me to strengthen your will power and resolve in this matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!" exclaimed the nurse. "I want you to fix it so I won't feel guilty and depressed afterward!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1639965454744911223?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1639965454744911223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1639965454744911223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1639965454744911223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1639965454744911223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/guilty.html' title='guilty'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4604400434738547042</id><published>2008-09-24T17:35:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:35:59.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Loud, mad, or sad</title><content type='html'>The psychology instructor had just finished a lecture on mental health and was giving an oral test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking specifically about manic depression, she asked, "How would you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sits in a chair weeping uncontrollably the next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man in the rear raised his hand and answered, "A basketball coach?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4604400434738547042?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4604400434738547042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4604400434738547042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4604400434738547042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4604400434738547042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/loud-mad-or-sad.html' title='Loud, mad, or sad'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3841791098349148922</id><published>2008-09-24T17:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:35:29.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Low self-esteem</title><content type='html'>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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3841791098349148922?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3841791098349148922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3841791098349148922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3841791098349148922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3841791098349148922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/low-self-esteem_24.html' title='Low self-esteem'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1889755183755268377</id><published>2008-09-24T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:35:28.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Low self-esteem</title><content type='html'>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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1889755183755268377?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1889755183755268377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1889755183755268377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1889755183755268377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1889755183755268377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/low-self-esteem.html' title='Low self-esteem'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2557160091767091249</id><published>2008-09-24T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:34:58.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy jokes'/><title type='text'>Trouble sleeping</title><content type='html'>The woman seated herself in the psychiatrists office. "What seems to be the problem?" the doctor asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I, uh," she stammered. "I think I, uh, might be a nymphomaniac."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see," he said. "I can help you, but I must advise you that my fee is $80 an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not bad," she replied. "How much for all night?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2557160091767091249?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2557160091767091249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2557160091767091249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2557160091767091249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2557160091767091249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/trouble-sleeping.html' title='Trouble sleeping'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4991714768721735711</id><published>2008-09-24T08:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:35:44.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Drink fault-finding guide</title><content type='html'>A solution to all of your drinking troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; shirt front is wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Mouth not open or glass being applied to wrong part of face.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Buy another pint and practice in front of a mirror. Continue with as many pints as necessary until drinking technique is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Drinking fails to give satisfaction and taste; beer unusually pale and clear.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Glass is empty.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Feet cold and wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Glass being held at incorrect angle.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Turn glass so that open end is pointing at ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Feet warm and wet.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Loss of self-control.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Go and stand beside nearest dog - After a while complain to its owner about its lack of house training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar blurred.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You are looking through the bottom of your empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find someone who will buy you another pint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar swaying.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: Air turbulence unusually high - maybe due to darts match in progress.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Insert broom handle down back of jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Bar moving.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You are being carried out.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Find out if you are being taken to another bar - if not complain loudly that you are being hi-jacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: The opposite wall is covered in ceiling tiles and has a fluorescent strip across it.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have fallen over backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: If glass is still full, and no one is standing on your drinking arm, stay put. If not, get someone to lift you up and lash you to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Everything has gone dim and you have a mouth full of teeth and dog-ends.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have fallen over forwards.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Same as for falling over backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: You have woken up to find your bed cold, hard and wet. You cannot see your bedroom walls or ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: You have spent the night in the gutter.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Check your watch to see if its opening time - if not treat yourself to a lie in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symptom: Everything has gone dim.&lt;br /&gt;Fault: The pub is closing.&lt;br /&gt;Solution: Panic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4991714768721735711?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4991714768721735711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4991714768721735711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4991714768721735711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4991714768721735711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/drink-fault-finding-guide.html' title='Drink fault-finding guide'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8881756380000484893</id><published>2008-09-24T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:35:16.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>This pill allows you to fly</title><content type='html'>A man went into a bar in a high rise. He saw another man take a pill, take a drink, walk to the window and jump out. He flew around for a minute and zipped back into the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the amazed newcomer watched, the man repeated this twice more. Finally the man asked if he could have a pill. The flier said it was his last one. The man offered five hundred dollars to no avail, so he made a final offer of a thousand dollars. The man said that it was all he had on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flier reluctantly gave in, took the cash, surrendered the pill, and turned back to the bar. The man took the pill, took a drink, went to the window, and jumped out only to fall to his death. The bartender walked over to the flier at the bar and, wiping a glass, said, "You sure are mean when you're drunk, Superman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8881756380000484893?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8881756380000484893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8881756380000484893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8881756380000484893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8881756380000484893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-pill-allows-you-to-fly.html' title='This pill allows you to fly'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5395153879542164978</id><published>2008-09-24T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:34:50.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Free drinks</title><content type='html'>One night, a drunk comes stumbling into a bar and says to the bartender: "Drinks for all on me including you, bartender." So the bartender follows the mans orders and says: "That will be $36.50 please." The drunk says he has no money so the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night the same drunk comes in again and orders a drink for everyone in the bar including the bartender. Again the bartender follows instructions and again the drunk says he has no money. So the bartender slaps him around and throws him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third night he comes in, the drunk orders drinks for all except the bartender. "What, no drink for me?" replies the bartender. "Oh, no. You get violent when you drink."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5395153879542164978?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5395153879542164978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5395153879542164978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5395153879542164978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5395153879542164978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/free-drinks.html' title='Free drinks'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-8547627027527580129</id><published>2008-09-24T08:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:34:08.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>Corporate lingo</title><content type='html'>Here�s a little clarification of corporate lingo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPETITIVE SALARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN OUR FAST-PACED COMPANY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no time to train you+- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don�t pay enough to expect that you�ll dress up-well, a couple of the real daring guys wear earrings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE DEADLINE ORIENTED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You�ll be six months behind schedule on your first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time each night and some time each weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUTIES WILL VARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in the office can boss you around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST HAVE AN EYE FOR DETAIL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no quality control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREER-MINDED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female Applicants must be childless (and remain that way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLY IN PERSON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you�re old, fat or ugly you�ll be told the position has been filled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PHONE CALLS PLEASE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We�ve filled the job, our call for resumes is just a legal formality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEKING CANDIDATES WITH A WIDE VARIETY OF EXPERIENCE: You�ll need it to replace three people who just left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You�re walking into a company in perpetual chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REQUIRES TEAM LEADERSHIP SKILLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You�ll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management communicates, you, figure out what they want and do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�M EXTREMELY ADEPT AT ALL MANNER OF OFFICE ORGANIZATION: I�ve used Microsoft Office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�M HONEST, HARD-WORKING AND DEPENDABLE: I pilfer office supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PERTINENT WORK EXPERIENCE INCLUDES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don�t ask me about all the McJobs I�ve had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE PRIDE IN MY WORK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame others for my mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�M PERSONABLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give lots of unsolicited personal advice to co- workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�M EXTREMELY PROFESSIONAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a Day-Timer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ADAPTABLE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�ve changed jobs a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ON THE GO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I�m never at my desk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8547627027527580129?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8547627027527580129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8547627027527580129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8547627027527580129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8547627027527580129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/corporate-lingo.html' title='Corporate lingo'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-331689678686497417</id><published>2008-09-24T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:33:32.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>Stock market</title><content type='html'>Today's Stock Market Report: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helium was up, feathers were down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper was stationary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluorescent tubing was dimmed in light trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knives were up sharply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cows steered into a bull market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencils lost a few points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiking equipment was trailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elevators rose, while escalators continued their slow decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weights were up in heavy trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light switches were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mining equipment hit rock bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diapers remained unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shipping lines stayed at an even keel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market for raisins dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca Cola fizzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar stock inched up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun peaked at midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloon prices were inflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott Tissue touched a new bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And batteries exploded in an attempt to recharge the market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-331689678686497417?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/331689678686497417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=331689678686497417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/331689678686497417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/331689678686497417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/stock-market.html' title='Stock market'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2014076169993038036</id><published>2008-09-24T08:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:33:05.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>wife</title><content type='html'>Must help the wife&lt;br /&gt;Smith goes to see his supervisor in the front office. "Boss," he says, "we're doing some heavy house-cleaning at home tomorrow, and my wife needs me to help with the attic and the garage, moving and hauling stuff." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're short-handed, Smith" the boss replies. "I can't give you the day off." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, boss," says Smith "I knew I could count on you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2014076169993038036?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2014076169993038036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2014076169993038036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2014076169993038036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2014076169993038036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/wife.html' title='wife'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-594568513213022507</id><published>2008-09-24T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:32:37.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>Things To Say If You Get Caught Sleeping At Your Desk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "They told me at the blood bank this might happen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "This is just a 15 minute power-nap like they raved about in the last time management course you sent me to." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the liquid paper" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "This is one of the seven habits of highly effective people!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "I was testing the keyboard for drool resistance" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Actually I'm doing a "Stress Level Elimination Exercise Plan" (SLEEP) I learned it at the last mandatory seminar you made me attend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work related stress." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Darn! Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "The coffee machine is broken...." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Someone must've put decaf in the wrong pot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Boy, that cold medicine I took last night just won't wear off!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Ah, the unique and unpredictable circadian rhythms of the workaholic!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I wasn't sleeping, I was trying to pick up contact lens without hands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE #1 BEST THING TO SAY IF YOU GET CAUGHT SLEEPING AT YOUR DESK: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amen"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-594568513213022507?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/594568513213022507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=594568513213022507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/594568513213022507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/594568513213022507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-545585563141120707</id><published>2008-09-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:32:05.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>An old occupation</title><content type='html'>What happens when people of different occupations get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old accountants never die, they just lose their balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old actors never die, they just drop apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old archers never die, they just bow and quiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old architects never die, they just lose their structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old bankers never die, they just lose interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old basketball players never die, they just go on dribbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old beekeepers never die, they just buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old bookkeepers never die, they just lose their figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old bosses never die, much as you want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old cashiers never die, they just check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old chauffeurs never die, they just lose their drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old chemists never die, they just fail to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old cleaning people never die, they just kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old cooks never die, they just get deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old daredevils never die, they just get discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old deans never die, they just lose their faculties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old doctors never die, they just lose their patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old electricians never die, they just lose contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old farmers never die, they just go to seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old garagemen never die, they just retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old hackers never die, they just go to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old hardware engineers never die, they just cache in their chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old hippies never die, they just smell that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old horticulturists never die, they just go to pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old hypochondriacs never die, they just lose their grippe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old investors never die, they just roll over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old journalists never die, they just get de-pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old knights in chain mail never die, they just shuffle off their metal coils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old laser physicists never die, they just become incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old lawyers never die, they just lose their appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old limbo dancers never die, they just go under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old mathematicians never die, they just disintegrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old milkmaids never die, they just lose their whey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old ministers never die, they just get put out to pastor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old musicians never die, they just get played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old number theorists never die, they just get past their prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old numerical analysts never die, they just get disarrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old owls never die, they just don't give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old pacifists never die, they just go to peaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old perfessers never die, they just lose their class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old photographers never die, they just stop developing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old pilots never die, they just go to a higher plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old policemen never die, they just cop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old preachers never die, they just ramble on, and on, and on, and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old printers never die, they're just not the type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old programmers never die, they just branch to a new address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old programming wizards never die, they just recurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old quarterbacks never die, they just pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old schools never die, they just lose their principals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old sculptors never die, they just lose their marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old seers never die, they just lose their vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old sewage workers never die, they just waste away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old skateboarders never die, they just lose their bearings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old sailors never die, they just get a little dingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old Soldiers never die. Young ones do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old steelmakers never die, they just lose their temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old students never die, they just get degraded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old tanners never die, they just go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old typists never die, they just lose their justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walt Disney didn't die. He's in suspended animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old white water rafters never die, they just get disgorged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Old wrestlers never die, they just lose their grip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-545585563141120707?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/545585563141120707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=545585563141120707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/545585563141120707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/545585563141120707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-occupation.html' title='An old occupation'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2255594756108747651</id><published>2008-09-24T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:31:19.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office jokes'/><title type='text'>Photographer</title><content type='html'>There was this haunted house on the outskirts of the town which was avoided by all the townfolk - the ghost which `lived' there was feared by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him, clanking chains et al. He told the ghost "I mean no harm - I just want your photograph". The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make the headlines - he posed for a number of ghostly shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and underexposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spirit was willing but the flash was weak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2255594756108747651?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2255594756108747651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2255594756108747651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2255594756108747651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2255594756108747651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/photographer.html' title='Photographer'/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-964963225456362335</id><published>2008-09-22T09:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:03:31.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: do you commute by madras mail..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: no..i commute by gmail..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-964963225456362335?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/964963225456362335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=964963225456362335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/964963225456362335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/964963225456362335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-do-you-commute-by-madras-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3420565909418280340</id><published>2008-09-22T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:03:17.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: why didn't you order something for our lunch..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: i ordered 2 something..but they gave me nothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3420565909418280340?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3420565909418280340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3420565909418280340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3420565909418280340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3420565909418280340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-why-didnt-you-order-something-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3966558737825913278</id><published>2008-09-22T09:02:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:03:04.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: why don't you use f1 for help&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: oh..no..the manual says..it is a hot key..i wouldn't risk my finger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3966558737825913278?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3966558737825913278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3966558737825913278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3966558737825913278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3966558737825913278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-why-dont-you-use-f1-for-help-chuppan.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-6737048131188075174</id><published>2008-09-22T09:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:02:52.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: does your car run on benzine or gas..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: my car runs on wheels..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-6737048131188075174?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6737048131188075174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=6737048131188075174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6737048131188075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/6737048131188075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-does-your-car-run-on-benzine-or-gas.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-1134263025527007871</id><published>2008-09-22T09:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:02:39.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: why do you re-start your computer&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: my program is full of bugs..i wudn't want them to get multiplied..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1134263025527007871?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1134263025527007871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1134263025527007871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1134263025527007871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1134263025527007871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-why-do-you-re-start-your-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5506476284194714410</id><published>2008-09-22T09:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:02:27.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: three hundred and twenty two people are missing..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: wow.! exact figures...you seem to have taken a head count of those missing people..isn't.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5506476284194714410?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5506476284194714410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5506476284194714410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5506476284194714410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5506476284194714410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-three-hundred-and-twenty-two-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-413363128088714216</id><published>2008-09-22T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:02:12.916-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: the server seems to be always down..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: why don't they keep it up then...isn't upstairs spacious enough..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-413363128088714216?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/413363128088714216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=413363128088714216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/413363128088714216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/413363128088714216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-server-seems-to-be-always-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2175299274162970621</id><published>2008-09-22T09:01:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:01:58.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: the server is up..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: well..then we could all dine upstairs..why not..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2175299274162970621?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2175299274162970621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2175299274162970621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2175299274162970621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2175299274162970621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-server-is-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2937173259024638464</id><published>2008-09-22T09:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:01:45.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: why are you doing this aerobic exercises at the middle of this night..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: my teacher says i should complete my learning of the lessons with exercises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2937173259024638464?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2937173259024638464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2937173259024638464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2937173259024638464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/2937173259024638464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-why-are-you-doing-this-aerobic.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-3048554518380046874</id><published>2008-09-22T09:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:01:31.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: we should stop child labour..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: are you then suggesting c-section instead..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-3048554518380046874?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3048554518380046874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=3048554518380046874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3048554518380046874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/3048554518380046874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-we-should-stop-child-labour.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4266918088549982571</id><published>2008-09-22T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:01:18.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: i am running low on fuel...the next station seems to be after 150 kms..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: cant you go bit faster then..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4266918088549982571?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4266918088549982571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=4266918088549982571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4266918088549982571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/4266918088549982571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-i-am-running-low-on-fuel.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-4640401065063558924</id><published>2008-09-22T09:00:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:01:02.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: he is already 93 years old and calls himself child...&lt;br /&gt;chupan: why not..at 93 is he still a child to his parents..isn't ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-4640401065063558924?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4640401065063558924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-8805790530833042109</id><published>2008-09-22T09:00:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:00:49.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: he is out of station..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: can't you tune and get him back..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-8805790530833042109?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8805790530833042109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=8805790530833042109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8805790530833042109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/8805790530833042109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-he-is-out-of-station.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-508487060914398205</id><published>2008-09-22T09:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:00:37.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: which platform do you work..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: i work at the 2nd platform..its usually less crowded..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-508487060914398205?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/508487060914398205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=508487060914398205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/508487060914398205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/508487060914398205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-which-platform-do-you-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5526292768793061280</id><published>2008-09-22T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:00:25.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: look it is full moon today..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: i dont think so..its still sunny here..(another time zone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5526292768793061280?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7042419899957632566.post-1146714063132472668</id><published>2008-09-22T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:00:12.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: how good is your experience with photoshop..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: nil..but i have a full three experience working at a bookshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-1146714063132472668?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1146714063132472668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=1146714063132472668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1146714063132472668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/1146714063132472668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-how-good-is-your-experience-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-5696413041075639768</id><published>2008-09-22T08:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:00:00.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: why are un-installing the ms windows from your pc..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: hmm..its a pity that i dont have enough space to install ms office..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-5696413041075639768?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5696413041075639768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=5696413041075639768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5696413041075639768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/5696413041075639768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-why-are-un-installing-ms-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Widow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044544459910335228</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-7042419899957632566.post-2785581701447065416</id><published>2008-09-22T08:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:59:48.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuppan Jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: how about a round of squash..?&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: no thanks..i prefer a lemonade instead..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-2785581701447065416?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2785581701447065416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=2785581701447065416' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>me: this shop sells paper kites..&lt;br /&gt;chuppan: nice..we don't have to feed them..cheaper isn't..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7042419899957632566-406947123829106055?l=bidujokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bidujokes.blogspot.com/feeds/406947123829106055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7042419899957632566&amp;postID=406947123829106055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/406947123829106055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7042419899957632566/posts/default/406947123829106055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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