<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:50:00.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh potion</title><subtitle type='html'>Jokes that would put a smile on your face!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-5255482012235449407</id><published>2008-06-10T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T04:45:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Witty Young Trial Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A young trial lawyer&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.funnyandjokes.com/a-witty-young-trial-lawyer.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 200, 0) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;color:#00c800;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 200, 0) ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was defending a man accused of burglary, known for being witty (and the judge knows this) tried yet another one of his creative defenses. The judge, while not known for having a sense of humor, decided to here the young lawyer out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“While my client admits he did, in fact, reach his arm into the window and removed a few trifling articles. However his arm is not himself, and I fail to see how you can punish the whole individual for an offense committed by just his limb.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Well put,” the judge replied. “Using your logic, I sentence the defendant’s arm to one year’s imprisonment. He can accompany it or not, as he so chooses.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The defendant smiled. With his lawyer’s assistance he detached his artificial limb, laid it on the bench, and walked out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taken from http://www.funnyandjokes.com/a-witty-young-trial-lawyer.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-5255482012235449407?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/5255482012235449407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=5255482012235449407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/5255482012235449407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/5255482012235449407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2008/06/witty-young-trial-lawyer.html' title='A Witty Young Trial Lawyer'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-116043948755234757</id><published>2006-10-10T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T08:18:07.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten Things You'll Never Hear a Dad Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;10. Well, how 'bout that?... I'm lost! Looks like we'll have to stop and ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You know Pumpkin, now that you're thirteen, you'll be ready for unchaperoned car dates. Won't that be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I noticed that all your friends have a certain "up yours" attitude ... I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Here's a credit card and the keys to my new car -- GO CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you mean you wanna play football? Figure skating not good enough for you, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your Mother and I are going away for the weekend ... you might want to consider throwing a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Well, I don't know what's wrong with your car. Probably one of those doo-hickey thingies -- you know -- that makes it run or something. Just have it towed to a mechanic and pay whatever he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No son of mine is going to live under this roof without an earring -- now quit your belly-aching, and let's go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whaddya wanna go and get a job for? I make plenty of money for you to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Father's Day? aahh -- don't worry about that -- it's no big deal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-116043948755234757?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/116043948755234757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=116043948755234757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/116043948755234757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/116043948755234757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/10/top-ten-things-youll-never-hear-dad.html' title='Top Ten Things You&apos;ll Never Hear a Dad Say'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115621902163334015</id><published>2006-08-22T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:57:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hot Shot</title><content type='html'>A young businessman had just started his own firm. He rented a beautiful office and had it furnished with antiques. Sitting there, he saw a man come into the outer office. Wishing to appear the hot shot, the businessman picked up the phone and started to pretend he had a big deal working.&lt;br /&gt;He threw huge figures around and made giant commitments. Finally he hung up and asked the visitor, "Can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Yeah, I've come to activate your phone lines."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115621902163334015?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115621902163334015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115621902163334015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621902163334015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621902163334015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-shot.html' title='The Hot Shot'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115621891831042970</id><published>2006-08-22T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:55:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Scam</title><content type='html'>Australian Police have been unable to recommend a prosecution for the following scam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A company takes out a newspaper advertisement claiming to be able to supply imported hard core pornographic videos. As their prices seem reasonable, people place orders and make payments via check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several weeks, the company writes back explaining that under the present law they are unable to supply the materials and do not wish to be prosecuted. So they return their customers' money in the form of a company check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to the name of the company, few people will present these checks to their banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the company: "The Anal Sex and Fetish Perversion Company."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115621891831042970?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115621891831042970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115621891831042970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621891831042970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621891831042970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/perfect-scam.html' title='The Perfect Scam'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115621866870483401</id><published>2006-08-22T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:51:08.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said making a garden was hard?</title><content type='html'>An aging man lived alone in Ireland. His only son was in Long Kesh Prison, and he didn't know anyone who would spade up his potato garden.The old man wrote to his son about it, and received this reply, "For HEAVENS SAKE, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the GUNS!" At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen British soldiers showed up and dug up the entire garden, but didn't find any guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the man wrote to his son telling him what happened and asking him what to do next. His son's reply was: "Just plant your potatoes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115621866870483401?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115621866870483401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115621866870483401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621866870483401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621866870483401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-said-making-garden-was-hard.html' title='Who said making a garden was hard?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115621790340888227</id><published>2006-08-22T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:38:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooring Ferrari</title><content type='html'>Doing 120 in a 65, he knew he was in trouble when the cop pulled in behind him with the roof lights on. Figuring he could just lose the cop, he floored the Ferrari. 130, 140, 150 and still the cop was right on his tail. 170, 180, still could not ditch the cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving up he pulled over.The cop approached the car," Give me one damn good reason why I shouldn't give you the biggest ticket this world has ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he stated, " Just last week my wife ran off with a cop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO WHAT!!!" the cop screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were trying to bring her back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115621790340888227?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115621790340888227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115621790340888227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621790340888227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115621790340888227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/flooring-ferrari.html' title='Flooring Ferrari'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115534067594371062</id><published>2006-08-12T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:57:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First job</title><content type='html'>Fresh out of business school, the young man answered a want ad for an accountant. Now he was being interviewed by a highly agitated, arrogant little man who ran a small business that he had started from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need someone with an accounting degree," the man said. "But mainly, I'm looking for someone to do my worrying for me.""How's that?" the would be accountant asked."I worry about a lot of things," the man said. "But I don't want to have to worry about money. Your job will be to take all the money worries off my back.""I see," the accountant said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how much will my position pay?""I'll start you at eighty five thousand," responded the owner decisively."Eighty five thousand dollars!" the accountant exclaimed. "How can such a small business afford a sum like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That," the owner said, "is your first worry. Now get to fuckin' work!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115534067594371062?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115534067594371062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115534067594371062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115534067594371062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115534067594371062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/first-job.html' title='First job'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115534050144707534</id><published>2006-08-12T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:55:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office blooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A young executive was leaving the office at 6pm when he found the CEO (Chief Executive Officer) standing in front of a shredder with a piece of paper in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Listen," said the CEO, "this is important, and my secretary has left. Can you make this thing work?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Certainly," said the young executive. He turned the machine on, inserted the paper, and pressed the start button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper disappeared inside the machine. "I just need one copy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115534050144707534?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115534050144707534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115534050144707534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115534050144707534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115534050144707534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/office-blooper.html' title='Office blooper'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115509481148139620</id><published>2006-08-09T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:40:11.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/1600/sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/320/sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115509481148139620?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115509481148139620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115509481148139620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115509481148139620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115509481148139620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/08/warning-sign.html' title='Warning sign'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115390363357500066</id><published>2006-07-26T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:47:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd season</title><content type='html'>A truck driver hauling a tractor trailer filled with computers stops for a beer. As he approaches the bar, he sees a big sign on the door reading, "Nerds Not Allowed -- Enter at Your Own Risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He enters the bar and sits down. The bartender comes over to him, sniffs him, says he smells kind of nerdy, and asks him what he does for a living. The truck driver says he drives a truck, and the smell is just from the computers he is hauling. The bartender says okay, truck drivers are not nerds, and serves him a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As he is sipping his beer, a skinny guy walks in with tape around his glasses, a pocket protector with twelve kinds of pens and pencils, and a belt at least a foot too long. The bartender, without saying a word, pulls out a shotgun and blows the guy away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The truck driver asks him why he did that. The bartender said not to worry, the nerds are overpopulating the Silicon Valley, and now they are in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You don't even need a license," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So the truck driver finishes his beer, gets back in his truck, and heads back onto the freeway. Suddenly, he veers to avoid an accident, and the load shifts. The back door breaks open and computers spill out all over the freeway. He jumps out and sees a crowd already forming, grabbing up the computers. They are all engineers, accountants, and programmers wearing the nerdiest clothes he has ever seen. He can't let them steal his whole load. Remembering what had happened in the bar, he pulls out his gun and starts blasting away, felling several of them instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A highway patrol officer comes zooming up and jumps out of the car screaming at him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The truck driver says, "What's wrong? I thought nerds were in season."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Well, sure," says the patrolman, "but you can't bait 'em."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115390363357500066?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115390363357500066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115390363357500066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115390363357500066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115390363357500066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/nerd-season.html' title='Nerd season'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115390271207071804</id><published>2006-07-26T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:31:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail call</title><content type='html'>A man was mowing his front yard when his attractive, blonde, female neighbor came out of the house and went straight to her mailbox. She opened the mailbox, looked inside, slammed it shut, and stormed back into her house. A little later, she came out of her house again, went to the mailbox, again opened it, and again slammed it shut. Angrily back into the house she went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, the blonde came out again. She marched to the mailbox, opened it and then slammed it closed harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Puzzled by her actions, the man asked her, "Is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She replied, "There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps telling me I have mail!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115390271207071804?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115390271207071804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115390271207071804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115390271207071804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115390271207071804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/mail-call.html' title='Mail call'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115330413490648120</id><published>2006-07-19T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:15:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The naughty naughty parrot</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There's this fella with a parrot. And this parrot swears like an old salt, I mean he's a pistol. He can swear for five minutes straight without repeating himself. Trouble is, the guy who owns him is a quiet, conservative type, and the bird's foul mouth is driving him nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, it just gets to be too much and the guy grabs the bird by the throat, shakes him really hard, and yells, "QUIT IT!"&lt;br /&gt;But this just makes the bird mad and he swears more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy gets angry and says, "OK for you," and locks the bird in a kitchen cabinet. This really aggravates the bird and&lt;br /&gt;he claws and scratches, and when the guy finally lets him out, the bird cuts loose with a stream of vulgarities that would&lt;br /&gt;make a sailor blush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the guy is so mad that he throws the bird into the freezer. For the first few seconds there is a terrible din.&lt;br /&gt;The bird kicks and claws and thrashes. Then it suddenly gets very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the guy just waits, but then he starts to think that the bird may be hurt. After a couple of minutes of silence, he's so worried that he opens up the freezer door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird meekly climbs onto the man's outstretched arm and says, "Awfully sorry about the trouble I gave you. I'll do my best to improve my vocabulary from now on." The man is astounded and amazed at the transformation that has come over the parrot. Then the parrot says, "By the way, what did the CHICKEN DO?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115330413490648120?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115330413490648120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115330413490648120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115330413490648120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115330413490648120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/naughty-naughty-parrot.html' title='The naughty naughty parrot'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115330382322805497</id><published>2006-07-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:10:23.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive Nuns</title><content type='html'>Two Scottish nuns had just arrived to the US by boat when one said to the other, "I heard that the occupants of this country actually eat dogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Odd," her companion replied, "but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nodding emphatically, the mother superior pointed to a hot dog vendor and they both walked towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Two dogs, please," said one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The vendor was only too pleased to oblige and he wrapped both hot dogs in foil. Excited, the nuns hurried over to a bench and began to unwrap their 'dogs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The mother superior was first to open hers, then, stared at it for a moment, leaned over to the other nun and whispered cautiously, "What part did you get?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115330382322805497?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115330382322805497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115330382322805497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115330382322805497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115330382322805497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/naive-nuns.html' title='Naive Nuns'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115276658840002499</id><published>2006-07-13T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:56:28.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy ending story</title><content type='html'>A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. So, he said to his new wife, "Honey, I'll be right back." "Where are you going, coochy cooh?" asked the wife. "I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I'm going to have a beer." The wife said, "You want a beer, my love?" She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer, brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, etc... The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, lolly pop ... but at the bar ... you know ... they have frozen glasses ..." He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying, "You want a frozen glass, puppy face?" She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it. The husband, looking a bit pale, said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, tootsie roll, but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvre's that are really delicious ... I won't be long, I'll be right back. I promise. OK?" "You want hors d'oeuvre's, poochi pooh?" She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvre's: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But my sweet honey ... at the bar ... you know ... there's swearing, dirty words and all that." The wife replied, "You want dirty words, cutie pie? ... "LISTEN UP, DICKHEAD! DRINK YOUR FUCKING BEER IN YOUR GODDAMN FROZEN MUG AND EAT YOUR MOTHER FUCKING SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE! GOT IT, ASSHOLE?" ... and, they lived happily ever after. Now isn't that a sweet story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115276658840002499?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115276658840002499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115276658840002499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276658840002499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276658840002499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-ending-story.html' title='A happy ending story'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115276638689545712</id><published>2006-07-13T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:53:06.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rubber on the stick</title><content type='html'>A husband and a wife are waiting at the bus stop, and with them are their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find that it overloaded and only the wife and nine kids are able to fit in the bus. So the husband and the blind man decide to walk.After a while the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk and says to him: "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick, that sound is driving me nuts!"The blind man replies: "if you would've put rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus, so shut the hell up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115276638689545712?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115276638689545712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115276638689545712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276638689545712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276638689545712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/rubber-on-stick.html' title='The rubber on the stick'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115276564391836905</id><published>2006-07-13T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:40:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world greatest pitcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little boy was overheard talking to himself as he strutted through the backyard, wearing his baseball cap and toting a ball and bat: "I'm the greatest hitter in the world," he announced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, he tossed the ball into the air, swung at it, and missed. "Strike One!" he yelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Undaunted, he picked up the ball and said again, "I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" He tossed the ball into the air. When it came down he swung again and missed. "Strike Two!" he cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boy then paused a moment to examine his bat and ball carefully. He spit on his hands and rubbed them together. He straightened his cap and said once more, "I'm the greatest hitter in the world!" Again he tossed the ball up in the air and swung at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He missed. "Strike Three!" "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I'm the greatest pitcher in the world!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115276564391836905?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115276564391836905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115276564391836905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276564391836905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276564391836905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-greatest-pitcher.html' title='The world greatest pitcher'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115276519752295763</id><published>2006-07-13T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:33:17.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to run onto a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/1600/TB21008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/320/TB21008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A state trooper pulls a car over on a lonely back road and approaches the blonde lady driver. "Ma'am, is there a reason that you're weaving all over the road?" The woman replied, "Oh officer, thank goodness you're here!! I almost had an accident! I looked up and ther&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/1600/air_freshener_pine_tree_dispenser.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/200/air_freshener_pine_tree_dispenser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e was a tree right in front of me. I swerved to the left and there was another tree in front of me. I swerved to the right and there was another tree in front of me!" Reaching through the side window to the rear view mirror,the officer replied, "Ma'am...that's your air freshener." &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7350/2179/1600/air_freshener_pine_tree_dispenser.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115276519752295763?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115276519752295763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115276519752295763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276519752295763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115276519752295763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-not-to-run-onto-tree.html' title='How not to run onto a tree'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115125072867459212</id><published>2006-06-25T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:52:08.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling Drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man, whose level of drunkenness was bordering on the absurd, stood up to leave a bar and fell flat on his face. "Maybe all I need is some fresh air," thought the man as he crawled outside. He tried to stand up again, but fell face first into the mud. "Screw it," he thought. "I'll just crawl home." The next morning, his wife found him on the doorstep asleep. "You went out drinking last night, didn't you?" she said. "Uh, yes," he said sheepishly. "How did you know?" "You left your wheelchair at the bar again."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115125072867459212?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115125072867459212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115125072867459212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115125072867459212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115125072867459212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/crawling-drunk.html' title='Crawling Drunk'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-115038443958203128</id><published>2006-06-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:13:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things In Football That Sound Dirty -- But Aren't</title><content type='html'>20. The hole closed on him before he could penetrate it.&lt;br /&gt;  19. He came at his blind side and got him from behind.&lt;br /&gt;  18. He's off to the sidelines for a quick blow.&lt;br /&gt;  17. It's a game of inches.&lt;br /&gt;  16. That hole was so big, you could drive a truck through it.&lt;br /&gt;  15. When you get down in this area, you just gotta start pounding.&lt;br /&gt;  14. He's gonna feel that one tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;  13. He found his tight end.&lt;br /&gt;  12. End around.&lt;br /&gt;  11. He had to stretch to get it in.&lt;br /&gt;  10. He gets penetration in the backfield.&lt;br /&gt;  9. He blows them off (at the line).&lt;br /&gt;  8. He bangs it in.&lt;br /&gt;  7. He could go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;  6. He gets it off just in time.&lt;br /&gt;  5. He goes deep.&lt;br /&gt;  4. He found a hole and slid through it.&lt;br /&gt;  3. He pounds it in.&lt;br /&gt;  2. He beats them off (the line)&lt;br /&gt;  1. He's got great hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-115038443958203128?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/115038443958203128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=115038443958203128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115038443958203128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/115038443958203128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-in-football-that-sound-dirty.html' title='Things In Football That Sound Dirty -- But Aren&apos;t'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114830097471942652</id><published>2006-05-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:29:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learn in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;1. Quarters are like gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be creative in the dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flipflops become as important as soap, shampoo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You will never find so many excuses for a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Asleep by 2:30 am is an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. New additions to the food groups: Mountain Dew, Doritos, Ben &amp; Jerry's, Ho-Hos and Oreos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure your alarm clock has back-up batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Duct tape heals all wounds. (If not, scotch or masking tape will suffice for awhile.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Showers become less important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep becomes more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Two meals a day are standard. One for some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Recycling becomes synonomous with laundry ("Oh, my jeans can last until Christmas...there's only a *little* bit of mud on them...").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You can never make too many meals in a hot pot (or pizelle maker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 10 minutes is more than enough time to get ready for your first class (not that this is anything really new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Going to the mailbox was never an ego booster/breaker before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. It takes more than one person to carry your laundry, books, trash, or alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If the lecture hall is big enough, get someone else's notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You begin to nap again (also not new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your bill in the bookstore will almost equal tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Isn't it amazing that the book your professor wrote is always required for his class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Labs used to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. T.A. used to stand for teaching assistant, now, for terribly articulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Squirt guns equal stress relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. E-mail becomes your second language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Frat parties are exactly like they are in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ten-page papers used to sound impossible, now they're a Godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You never realized so many people are smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. You never realized so many people are dumber than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Professors are like celebrities: you see them, but they never see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Western Europe could be wiped out by a horrible plague and you'd never know, but you could recite last week's episode of "Friends" verbatim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. See every movie under $3 that your campus provides; it's actually proportional to the amount of money you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Roadtrip whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Pick up all new lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Bum rides, money, notes and snacks as much as you can get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't burn bridges, especially if he's good in Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Plain pasta never constituted a complete meal before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The health service attendants are there because they couldn't make it in a real hospital, never ever forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Forget putting the toilet seat down,you just pray that they flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Frisbee becomes a contact sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Care packages rank up there with birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. College girls are the same as high school girls, just with more freedom...and no curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. It was never this bad when you got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Pop a vitamin and breakfast is covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Learn to love your roommate, especially when he leaves you the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. You always thought that worshipping the porcelain god was just an expression...it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. You'll learn more about male genetalia than you ever thought necessary, guys talk more about that than women and sex put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Beware the freshman 15, or in some cases, the freshman cup size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Even though the beds are long, they are also extra narrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Things that were a huge deal in high school are now commonplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. You never thought you would share so much about yourself with people you have known for such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Computer games go in and out faster than the latest fashions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Any game can be made into a drinking game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Disney movies are more than just classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Find one thing you like in the dining hall and go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. You will hear more stupid nicknames than you ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Phone calls almost never happen and when they do, you just don't get the messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Cereal makes a meal any time of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Keep your high school term papers; nowadays, everything is recycled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. ATMs are the devil's advocate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Beware the boy in the Care Bear toga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. You almost forget how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. You'll drink anything if it's free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. People still cheat, it's just more technologically advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. You get really good with excuses for skipping class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. The girl you're going to marry may live right next door, so keep your stereo down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Ordering food at 1 am is a common occurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You never realized how cool you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. TV becomes a bigger time sucker than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You realize how great your hell summer job was once you get to work study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Keys have never been so important, yet you seem to lose them more than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. You meet the type of people you only thought existed in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. You learn to sleep with light, noise, extreme temps, and roommates snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. You don't have to cover your textbooks anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. You become a juggler with the balance between school, friends, girls, activities, work, parties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. You live for chicken finger day at the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. People that were geeks in high school seem okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. You begin to realize that college is about the ideal lifestyle, except for those pesky classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. You get good at rationalizing on whether to do homework or not (usually not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Procrastination becomes an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Jeans may be worn as many times as the wearer desires (for example, see # 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. The only reason you ever dress up is when everything else is dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Your parents start to tell you stories about their college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. With all the wealth of knowledge around you, you start to feel like you're on intellectual welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Going to the mini-mart is a major treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Amount of alcohol consumed is directly proportional to grade point average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. You have two kinds of shoes: everyday shoes and party shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Classes: the later the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The cute girls actually talk to you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Care packages make it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The longer you're there, the less you talk about home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Always wear your safety goggles, they're not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. You just don't learn last names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Your teachers just went from Mr. and Mrs. to Prof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. That calculator Tetris and Duck Hunt come into play even more than in high school Physics class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Card games never lasted for hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Vacuuming happens every semester, if you get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Boys will dance in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. People who never talked to you in high school are now your best friends when you come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. You are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. You find out what beer sludge is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. It's amazing how late you can stay up doing absolutely nothing, yet falling asleep in class or in the library takes an average of two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. You spend a ridiculous amount of time pondering the mystery of whether the cafeteria Lucky Charms are the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. People magazine is your deep philosophical reading material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. You begin to subdivide your room into sections such as den, library, etc. to make it sound like a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. All you have to do to make new friends is have mom send up some cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. You never realized how quiet your house was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Dishes aren't dirty enough to wash until they have bugs and/or mold in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Printers only break down when you desperately need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. You get along so much better with your family now that you never see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Your life will never be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114830097471942652?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114830097471942652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114830097471942652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114830097471942652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114830097471942652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/things-i-learn-in-college.html' title='Things I Learn in College'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114830075029078525</id><published>2006-05-22T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:26:49.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Move Your Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;It had been snowing for hours when an announcement came over the intercom: "Will the students who are parked on University Drive please move their cars so that we may being plowing." Twenty minutes later there was another announcement: "Will the nine hundred students who went to move fourteen cars return to class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114830075029078525?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114830075029078525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114830075029078525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114830075029078525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114830075029078525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-move-your-cars.html' title='Please Move Your Cars'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114822352105910692</id><published>2006-05-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:58:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 things Not To say To a Cop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;The top 20 things not to say to a cop when he pulls you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I can't reach my license unless you hold my beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sorry officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Aren't you the guy from the villiage people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hey, you must have been doing 125 to keep up with me, good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical shape to be a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I was going to be a cop, but I decided to finish high school instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Bad cop. No donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You're not going to check the trunk, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gee, that gut sure doesn't inspire confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Didn't I see you get your butt kicked on cops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Is it true that people become cops because they are too dumb to work at McDonalds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I pay your salary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. So uh, you on the take or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gee officer, that's terrific. The last officer only gave me a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there is no other cars around, that's how far they are ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you mean have I been drinking? You are the trained specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag of crack, my gun fell off of my lap and got lodged between the brake and the gas pedal, forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey, is that a 9mm? That's nothing compared to this 44 magnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey, can you give me another one of those full cavity searches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114822352105910692?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114822352105910692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114822352105910692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114822352105910692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114822352105910692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-20-things-not-to-say-to-cop.html' title='Top 20 things Not To say To a Cop'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114822318846829721</id><published>2006-05-21T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:53:08.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all In the Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;A policeman pulls a man over for speeding and asks him to get out of the car. After looking the man over he says, "Sir, I couldn't help but notice your eyes are bloodshot. Have you been drinking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man gets really indignant and says, "Officer, I couldn't help but notice your eyes are glazed. Have you been eating doughnuts?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114822318846829721?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114822318846829721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114822318846829721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114822318846829721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114822318846829721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-all-in-eyes.html' title='Its all In the Eyes'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114806765260200002</id><published>2006-05-20T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:40:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;So you want a day off. Let's take a look at what you are asking for. There are 365 days per year available for work. There are 52 weeks per year in which you already have 2 days off per week, leaving 261 days available for work. Since you spend 16 hours each day away fron work, you have used up 170 days, leaving only 91 days available. You spend 30 minutes each day on coffee break which counts for 23 days each year, leaving only 68 days available. With a 1 hour lunch each day, you used up another 46 days, leaving only 22 days available for work. You normally spend 2 days per year on sick leave. This leaves you only 20 days per year available for work. We are off 5 holidays per year, so your available working time is down to 15 days. We generously give 14 days vacation per year which leaves only 1 day available for work and I'll be darned if you are going to take that day off!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114806765260200002?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114806765260200002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114806765260200002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114806765260200002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114806765260200002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-day-off.html' title='Finally a Day Off'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114796270164722654</id><published>2006-05-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:31:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church facilities for the sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little girl and her mother were in church when the girl started to feel ill. &lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, can we leave now?" asked the girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." replied Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm gonna throw up." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well go out the front door, walk around the back of the church and throw up behind a bush." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later the girl returned to her seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you throw up?" asked Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could you have gone all the way around the church, throw up and be back here so soon?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't even have to go outside. They have a box right by the front door that says 'for the sick'."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114796270164722654?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114796270164722654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114796270164722654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114796270164722654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114796270164722654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/church-facilities-for-sick.html' title='Church facilities for the sick'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114772406341867397</id><published>2006-05-16T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:14:23.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sinful Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 94px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 76px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 92px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 84px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 116px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 100px; background: #660033;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 114px; background: #770022;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114772406341867397?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114772406341867397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114772406341867397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114772406341867397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114772406341867397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-sinful-am-i.html' title='How Sinful Am I?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114771987257821827</id><published>2006-05-16T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:04:32.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;On one sunny afternoon in a farm there are three bulls - elder, middle-aged, and a young - talking to each other about a new bull moving-in to their farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here in this farm for more than 50 years now. And I earned my rights to have 50 cows during the years. I'm not sharing one of my cows with that new bull coming-in." grumbled by the elder bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been here for 30 years and I earned my rights to own 30 cows and I don't neither desire to give any of my cows with that new bull." growled the middle-aged bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only been here for 10 years and I know I earned my 10 cows as much as you guys do. I will not give even a single of my cow." says the young bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a huge steel-container truck came by. Inside is the new bull they are discussing about. It's the biggest son-of-another-bull they've been seen in their whole life.Every step it took shake the whole ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've been here for quite some time now. It doesn't hurt a bit to give some of my cows with our new guy." exclaimed by the elder bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a friendly bull, perhaps I can give some of my cows with our guy for a welcome present." told by the middle-aged bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young bull was shaking his horns, puffing, and all as if ready for some deadly fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder bull said, "My son, let me give you quick advice, let him have some of your cows and live to tell about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young bull replies "Heck, he can have all my cows. I'm just making sure he knows I'm a bull."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114771987257821827?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114771987257821827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114771987257821827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114771987257821827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114771987257821827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-bull.html' title='The New Bull'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114770039939274701</id><published>2006-05-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:39:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are They Thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After watching that imbecile on television who              claims to know what common household pets are thinking, it was              decided that we too, would do the impossible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "They keep putting the lid down on              the big water bowl."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Goldfish&lt;/b&gt; "Just because I have a three-second memory, they              don't think I'll mind eating the same fish flakes over and              over............... Oh boy! Fish flakes!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "Man, why do they keep rubbing my nose in it?  I already              KNOW whose it is!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Goldfish&lt;/b&gt; "The knight never comes out of the castle to fight              me for dominion over the fish tank.  So I must continue patrolling,              for I am lord and master!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Parrot&lt;/b&gt; "Tease, tease, tease!  But do those greedy clowns ever              really give me a cracker?  HELL NO!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt; "Why are these people in my house?"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "I don't care if you take the jewelry or money, but don't              mess with the fridge."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Goldfish&lt;/b&gt; "Oh, tap-tap-tap!  There's a new one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt; "I wish he would stop kicking me              down the stairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "The 'pretending to throw a              stick' game is getting old, but I seem unable to stop myself from              looking for it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt; "Why did they put this service bell              on my neck if they're not going to answer to it."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "Why is the baby eating my food..."&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hamster&lt;/b&gt; "Kill me, this wheel is boring."&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Iguana&lt;/b&gt; "Oh great, another day of being in this small little cage              with my food bowl, my water and these fucking annoying wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "Man, my dog food looks exactly like my shit! Well if I'm              ever hungry I'll know there's plenty for me in the backyard..."&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Gerbil&lt;/b&gt; "OH NO, not again!"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;b&gt;Dog&lt;/b&gt; "I bet if he could do that, he wouldn't be telling me to              stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt; "Oh no, he's picking me up to do another 'land on all fours              off the balcony' test again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bunny&lt;/b&gt; "I wonder if she will notice I              shit in her pillow case?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114770039939274701?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114770039939274701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114770039939274701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114770039939274701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114770039939274701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What Are They Thinking?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114763584843427997</id><published>2006-05-15T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:44:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently picked a new primary care physician. After two visits and&lt;br /&gt;exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age. A&lt;br /&gt;little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "Do&lt;br /&gt;you think I'll live to be 80?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Well, do you smoke tobacco or drink beer/wine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no," I replied. "I've never done either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "No, I've heard that all red meat is very unhealthy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing,&lt;br /&gt;ballooning, or rock climbing ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I don't," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or sexually fool around?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I said. "I've never done any of those things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "Then why do you give a shit if you live to be&lt;br /&gt;80?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114763584843427997?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114763584843427997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114763584843427997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114763584843427997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114763584843427997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/immortality.html' title='Immortality'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114756596763522847</id><published>2006-05-14T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T08:19:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Or Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A defending attorney was cross examining a coroner. The attorney asked, "Before you signed the death certificate had you taken the man's pulse?" The coroner said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney then asked, "Did you listen for a heart beat?", and again the coroner said, "No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the attorney asked, "Did you check for breathing?", and again the coroner said, "No." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when you signed the death certificate you had not taken any steps to make sure the man was dead, had you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coroner, now tired of the brow beating said, "Well, let me put it this way. The man's brain was sitting in a jar on my desk, but for all I know he could be out there practicing law somewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114756596763522847?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114756596763522847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114756596763522847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114756596763522847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114756596763522847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead Or Alive'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114752740606134451</id><published>2006-05-13T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:36:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earring Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man is at work one day when he notices that his co-worker is wearing an earring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man knows his co-worker to be a normally conservative fellow, and is curious about his sudden change in "fashion sense." The man walks up to him and says, "I didn't know you were into earrings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make such a big deal, it's only an earring," he replies sheepishly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend falls silent for a few minutes, but then his curiosity prods him to say, "So, how long have you been wearing one?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever since my wife found it in my truck!"   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114752740606134451?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114752740606134451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114752740606134451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114752740606134451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114752740606134451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/earring-problem.html' title='Earring Problem'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114747287036990311</id><published>2006-05-13T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T06:27:50.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Farmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area. Luckily, a local farmer came to help his with his big strong horse named Buddy. He hitced Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, Pull!", but Buddy didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!", but buddy didn't respond. Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Coco, pull!", still nothing. Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull!" and the horse easily dragged the car out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times. The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind and if he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114747287036990311?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114747287036990311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114747287036990311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114747287036990311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114747287036990311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/smart-farmer.html' title='Smart Farmer'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114727756142728025</id><published>2006-05-11T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:12:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best wedding ever!</title><content type='html'>This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University. This was a huge wedding with over 300 guests. After the wedding at the reception, the groom got up on stage and took the microphone to talk to the crowd. He said that he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and groom's families for coming and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a fabulous reception. To thank everyone for coming and bringing gifts and everything, he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift from just him. Taped to the bottom of everyone's chair (even the chairs of the wedding party) was a manila envelope. He said that was his gift to everyone, and told everyone to open their envelopes. &lt;p&gt; Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 picture of his best man having sex with the bride. (He had gotten suspicious of the two of them and hired a private detective to trail them weeks prior to the wedding.) After he stood there and watched the people's reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said ''F--- you !'' he then turned to the bride and said ''F--- you !'' and then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said..... ''Thanks, I'm out of here.'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; He had the marriage annulled first thing that Monday morning. While most of us would have broken off the engagement immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with it anyway as if nothing was wrong. His revenge: 1) Making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception. 2) Letting everyone know exactly what did happen. 3) And best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of all of their friends, their parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, nieces and nephews, etc.... Ya gotta love this guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114727756142728025?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114727756142728025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114727756142728025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114727756142728025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114727756142728025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-wedding-ever.html' title='Best wedding ever!'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114701129476867567</id><published>2006-05-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:14:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid or Smart Questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;   1. Why does your gynecologist leave the room when you undress?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  2. If a person owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way down to    the center of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  3. Why can't woman put their mascara on with their mouth closed?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  4. Why is it called alcoholics anonymous when the first thing you do is    stand up and say&lt;br /&gt;  "hi, my name's Bob. I'm an alcoholic"?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  5. If you mated a Bulldog with a Shitsu would you get a Bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  6. Why are they called stairs inside but steps outside?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  7. Why is there a light in the fridge but not in the freezer?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  8. Why does mineral water that has trickled through mountains for    centuries&lt;br /&gt;  have a use by date?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  9. Why do toasters always have a setting on them which burns your toast    to a&lt;br /&gt;  horrible crisp no one would eat?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  10. Who was the first person to look at a cow and say "I think i'll    squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  11. What do people in China call their good plates?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  12. If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a    coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  13. Why does Goofy stand on two legs when Pluto remains on four? They're    both dogs.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  14. What do you call male ballerinas?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  15. Can blind people see their dreams and do they dream?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  16. If Wile E coyote has enough money to by all that Acme crap why    doesn't he buy his dinner?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  17. Why is a person who handles money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  18. If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  19. If corn oil is made from corn and vegetable oil is made from    vegetables. What is baby oil made from?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  20. If a man is walking in a forest and no women is there to hear him is    he still wrong?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  21. Why is it that when someone tells you that there's billions of stars    in the universe,&lt;br /&gt;  you believe them. But if they tell you there's wet paint somewhere you    have to touch it?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  22. Why do you call it an asteroid when its outside the hemisphere, yet    call it hemorrhoid when its in your ass?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  23. Did you ever notice that if you blow in a dogs face it goes mad, yet    when you take him on a car ride he sticks his head straight out the    window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114701129476867567?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114701129476867567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114701129476867567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114701129476867567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114701129476867567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-or-smart-questions.html' title='Stupid or Smart Questions?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114690739296576032</id><published>2006-05-06T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:25:41.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif="" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it was never yours to begin with. If it just sits in your room, messes up your stuff, eats your food, uses your phone, takes your money, and never behaves as if you actually set it free in the first place, you either married it or gave birth to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114690739296576032?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114690739296576032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114690739296576032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114690739296576032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114690739296576032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114677843220838240</id><published>2006-05-05T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:33:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana,;font-size:100%;" arial="" helvetica="" serif=""  &gt;The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists: two men and one woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside this room you will find your wife sitting in a chair. You have to kill her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent replies, "Then you're not the right man for this job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the agent came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent replies, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman's turn. Only she was told to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114677843220838240?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114677843220838240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114677843220838240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114677843220838240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114677843220838240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/interview.html' title='The Interview'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114677735220432056</id><published>2006-05-05T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:17:05.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Envelopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif="" style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The new manager walks into his office and, while settling into his new desk, finds 4 envelopes. On one he finds the words "open me first," and the other three are numbered 1 to 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens the first envelope and finds a letter from his predecessor saying: "These three envelopes will save you a world of trouble. In case of emergency, please open these envelopes in sequential order; envelope one first, envelope two second, and envelope three third."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager shrugs, puts the envelopes back, and forgets about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later, the workers go on strike. The company closes, and is losing money fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long night negotiating with the union, he remembers the 3 envelopes. So he opens the first one and it says: "Blame me, your predecessor for every thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful idea he thinks, and indeed it works and the crisis comes to its end. His job is saved, and everybody's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, another strike hits. He goes to the drawer and opens the second envelope. It reads, "Blame the government for everything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works like a charm, and he breathes a sigh of relief as his job is, once again, saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later the workers declare another strike. The manager goes to the third envelope and it reads, "Prepare 4 new envelopes".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114677735220432056?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114677735220432056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114677735220432056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114677735220432056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114677735220432056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/envelopes.html' title='The Envelopes'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114658316004630605</id><published>2006-05-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:20:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Smarter?</title><content type='html'>Three engineers and three accountants are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three accountants each buy tickets and watch as the three engineers buy only a single ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asks an accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer. They all board the train. The accountants take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a restroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Ticket, please." The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accountants saw this and agreed it was quite a clever idea. So after the conference, the accountants decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (being clever with money, and all). When they get to the station they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all. "How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed accountant. "Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer. When they board the train the three accountants cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the accountants are hiding.  He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket, please."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114658316004630605?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114658316004630605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114658316004630605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114658316004630605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114658316004630605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/05/whos-smarter.html' title='Who&apos;s Smarter?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114624175632018472</id><published>2006-04-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:29:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Really Bad Wife</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to visit a fortune teller. In a dark and hazy room, peering into a crystal ball, the mystic delivered grave news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt: Prepare yourself to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visibly shaken, the woman stares at the fortune teller's lined face, then at the single flickering candle, then down at her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a few deep breaths to compose herself. She simply had to know. She met the fortune teller's gaze, steadied her voice, and asked her question. "Will I be found guilty?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114624175632018472?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114624175632018472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114624175632018472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114624175632018472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114624175632018472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/really-really-bad-wife.html' title='Really Really Bad Wife'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114614935669477181</id><published>2006-04-27T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:49:16.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A farmer goes out one day and buys a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The rooster struts over to the old rooster and says, "OK, old fart, time to retire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rooster replies, "Come on, you can't handle ALL these chickens. Look what it's done to me. Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young rooster says, "Beat it! You're washed up and I'm taking over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rooster says "I'll tell you what, young stud, I'll race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young rooster laughs, "You know you don't stand a chance old man, so just to be fair, I'll give you a head start." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off after him. They round the front of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. He's already about 5 inches behind the old rooster and gaining fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting on the front porch when he sees the roosters running by, one right behind the other. He grabs his shotgun and BOOM! -- he blows the young rooster to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer sadly shakes his head, "Damn...third gay rooster I've bought this month." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;" arial="" helvetica="" serif=""  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114614935669477181?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114614935669477181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114614935669477181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114614935669477181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114614935669477181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-rooster.html' title='New Rooster'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114521975890403232</id><published>2006-04-17T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:35:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose egg?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span arial="" helvetica="" serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Scotsman and an Englishman lived next door to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman owned a hen and each morning he would look in his garden and pick up one of his hen's eggs for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he looked into his garden and saw that the hen had laid an egg in the Englishman's garden. He was about to go next door when he saw the Englishman pick up the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman ran up to the Englishman and told him that the egg belonged to him because he owned the hen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman disagreed because the egg was laid on his property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They argued for a while until finally the Scotsman said, "In my family we normally solve disputes by the following actions: I kick you in the testicles and time how long it takes for you to get back up. Then you kick me in the testicles and time how long it takes for me to get up. Whoever gets up quicker wins the egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman agreed to this and so the Scotsman put on the heaviest pair of boots he could find. He took a few steps back, then ran toward the Englishman and kicked him as hard as he could in the testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Englishman fell to the floor clutching his groin, howling in agony for 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the Englishman stood up and said, "Now it's my turn to kick you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scotsman smiled and said, "Ye can keep the damn egg!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114521975890403232?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114521975890403232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114521975890403232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114521975890403232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114521975890403232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/04/whose-egg.html' title='Whose egg?'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114379316068273736</id><published>2006-03-31T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:19:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical hotline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, welcome to the mental health hotline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are obsessive compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Multiple Personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Delusional, press 7, your call will be transfered to the Mothership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Schizophrenic, listen carefully, and a small voice will tell you which number to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Manic Depressive, it doesn't matter which button you press.  No one will answer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Dyslexic, press 96969696969696.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a Nervous Disorder, please fidget with the Pound Button until a representative comes on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, phone number, date of birth, social security number, and your mother's and grandmother's maiden names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, slowly and carefully press 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have Bi-Polar Disorder, please leave a message after the beep. Or before the beep. Or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have short-term memory loss, please try you call again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have low self esteem, please hang up. All our representatives are busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114379316068273736?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114379316068273736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114379316068273736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114379316068273736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114379316068273736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/medical-hotline.html' title='Medical hotline'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114371458268420982</id><published>2006-03-30T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:29:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny signs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;These are supposedly actual signs that have appeared at various locations across the United States and rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in a dry cleaner's window: ANYONE LEAVING THEIR GARMENTS HERE FOR MORE THAN 30 DAYS WILL BE DISPOSED OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign on motorway garage: PLEASE DO NOT SMOKE NEAR OUR PETROL PUMPS. YOUR LIFE MAY NOT BE WORTH MUCH BUT OUR PETROL IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in health food shop window: CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice in a field: THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message on a leaflet: IF YOU CANNOT READ, THIS LEAFLET WILL TELL YOU HOW TO GET LESSONS  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114371458268420982?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114371458268420982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114371458268420982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114371458268420982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114371458268420982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-signs.html' title='Funny signs!'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114361712619986523</id><published>2006-03-29T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:25:26.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishy business</title><content type='html'>Two avid fishermen go on a fishing trip. They rent all the equipment: the reels, the rods, the wading suits, the rowboat, the car, and even a cabin in the woods. They spend a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day they go fishing, but they don't catch anything. The same thing happens on the second day, and on the third day. It goes on like this until finally, on the last day of their vacation, one of the men catches a fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they're driving home they're really depressed. One guy turns to the other and says, "Do you realize that this one lousy fish we caught cost us fifteen hundred dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy says, "Wow! It's a good thing we didn't catch any more!"`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114361712619986523?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114361712619986523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114361712619986523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114361712619986523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114361712619986523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/fishy-business.html' title='Fishy business'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114352641770550386</id><published>2006-03-28T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T14:19:37.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Application For Permission To Date My Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; color: black;"&gt;Note: This application will be incomplete and rejected unless&lt;br /&gt;accompanied by a complete financial statement, job history,&lt;br /&gt;lineage, and current medical report from your physician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;                            Date of Birth:________________&lt;br /&gt;Height:_____________________&lt;br /&gt;              Weight:______&lt;br /&gt;                            IQ:___________________________&lt;br /&gt;                                         GPA:_____________&lt;br /&gt;Social Security Number:_____&lt;br /&gt;                            Driver's License Number:______&lt;br /&gt;Boy Scout Rank:_____________&lt;br /&gt;                            Telephone:____________________&lt;br /&gt;Home Address:______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;City:_______________________&lt;br /&gt;                            State:________________________&lt;br /&gt;                                         Zip:_____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1.Do you have one male and one female parent?  ____&lt;br /&gt;   If "No", explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2.Number of years your parents have been married:  ____&lt;br /&gt;   Any brothers or sisters?  ____&lt;br /&gt;   Are they normal?  ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3.Do you own or have access to a van?  ____&lt;br /&gt;   A truck with oversize tires?  ____&lt;br /&gt;   A waterbed?  ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4.Do you have an earring, nose ring, or belly button ring? ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5.Do youi have a tattoo? ____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you have answered YES to #3, #4 or #5, discontinue application and leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6.In fifty words or less, what does Late mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7.In fifty words or less, what does Don't touch my daughter mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8.In fifty words or less, what does Abstinence mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9.In fifty words or less, what does Real Pain mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Church/Temple you attend: ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How often do you attend: ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.When would be the best time to interview your mother, father and priest/rabbi? __________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Please fill in the blanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      a.If I were shot, the last place on my body I would want wounded would be my _________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      b.If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken would be my ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      c.A woman's place is in the ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      d.The one thing I hope this application doesn't ask is ____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      e.When I meet a girl, the one thing I always notice about her first is __________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Note: If answer begins with "T" or "A", discontinue and leave premises - keeping your head low and&lt;br /&gt;        running in a serpentine fashion is advised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What do you want to be if you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that all the above information is correct to the best of my knowledge under penalty of&lt;br /&gt;death, bodily harm, dismemberment, torture or mental abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature of applicant _________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature of father _____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature of mother ____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature of priest/rabbi ___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signature of State Representative _________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow 4-6&lt;br /&gt;years for processing. You will be contacted in writing if approved. If denied, please never&lt;br /&gt;apply again. Don't call me, I'll call you.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114352641770550386?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114352641770550386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114352641770550386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114352641770550386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114352641770550386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/application-for-permission-to-date-my.html' title='Application For Permission To Date My Daughter'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114344295503732890</id><published>2006-03-27T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:02:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Wife</title><content type='html'>A woman found herself standing at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter greeted her and said, "These are the Gates to Heaven, my dear. But you must do one more thing before you can enter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was very excited, and asked of St. Peter what she must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spell a word," St. Peter replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What word?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any word," answered St. Peter. "It's your choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman promptly replied, "Then the word I will spell is love. L-O-V-E."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter welcomed her in, and asked her if she would mind taking his place at the gates for a few minutes while he took a break. So the woman is left sitting in St. Peter's chair when a man approaches the gates, and she realizes it is her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" she cried, "Why are you here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband stared at her for a moment, then said, "I was so upset when I left your funeral, I got in an accident. Did I really make it to Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet," she replied, "You must spell a word first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What word?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman responded, "Czechoslovakia."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114344295503732890?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114344295503732890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114344295503732890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114344295503732890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114344295503732890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-wife.html' title='Bad Wife'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114322143666897440</id><published>2006-03-25T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:30:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Nancy's fish</title><content type='html'>Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the little girl was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?" &lt;p&gt; "My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114322143666897440?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114322143666897440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114322143666897440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114322143666897440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114322143666897440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-nancys-fish.html' title='Little Nancy&apos;s fish'/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24600792.post-114312514100820982</id><published>2006-03-23T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:45:41.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. "Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes" replies                Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you deduce from that?" Watson ponders for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holmes is silent for a moment.  "Watson, you idiot!"               he says.  "Someone has stolen our tent!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24600792-114312514100820982?l=laughpotion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/feeds/114312514100820982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24600792&amp;postID=114312514100820982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114312514100820982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24600792/posts/default/114312514100820982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughpotion.blogspot.com/2006/03/sherlock-holmes-and-dr-wat_114312514100820982.html' title=''/><author><name>Harith the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05741259233622905321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_3kmoxq63JsE/SGNUkyZJXAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOoHsIE4vvI/S220/joker.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
