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	<title>Jo keh na sake</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>jo keh na sake wo  		fasana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>guzra hua dilkash  		jamana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>jab husn se ishq  		takraya tha kabhi</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>ghayal hua tha ek  		parwana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>dil se mohabbat ke  		tufaan uthe the</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>jab aankhon ka  		sapne sajana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>kasturi jaise din  		mehakte the</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>mere raaton ka  		gungunana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>aankhon ka mil kar  		jhuk jana nahin bhula</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>hothon ka  		thar_tharana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>mera usko kankhiyon  		se dekhna</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>baar baar aur uska  		wo muskurana yaad aata hai</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><em><strong>raaton ko tanha  		yaad mein kisiki...</strong></em></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus" size="5" color="#0000ff"><strong><em>dhuan udata ek  		deewana yaad aata hai</em></strong></font></p>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:59:06 +0100</pubDate>	</item>
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	<title>Bahoot bar kehna chaha tha mein par. Tum nahi samjhe</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-weight: normal">Hamari dosti aur pyaar ke bhich ki patli lakheer </span></strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">mein paar kar  nahi pata</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Un nazdekiyo ka sabab batana chaha tha mein par. Tum nahi samjhe</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-weight: normal">Sang Chahta tha tumhare, saada ke liye </span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Tumhare liye apna pyaar jatana chaha tha mein par. Tum nahi samjhe</span></strong></span></em><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-weight: normal">kabhi jhakkar meri aankhon mein dekha hota</span></strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Saari dasta pad lete tum</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Be inteha pyaar jhalakta tha tumhare liye in mein par. Tum nahi samjhe</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue">Badal ko par kar, taaro ke chadar se jab chalkti chandni chu tha mujhko</span></em><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <em><span style="font-family: Verdana">To lagta Baaho mein bhar liya tum ne</span></em><br /> <em><span style="font-family: Verdana">Mein tadpta raha tumhare liye par iss tadap ko...tum nahi samjhe</span></em></span></em><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-weight: normal">Apna kaam, Apne dost, Apne sapno mein khoya raha,</span></strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Apni Masrufiyat se tumhein na waqt mila,</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Mere sapne, meri aarzoo, mere armano ko...tum nahi samjhe</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
<p><strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue; font-weight: normal">Apne armano ko dafna kar jab mein kisi aur ka hua </span></em></strong><em><span style="font-family: Verdana; color: blue"><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Mere aanso pochte tum, mujhe samjhate raahe</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Un aansoo ka kaaran, apna pyaar khone ki tadap,</span></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: normal">Meri Adhuri kahani ko...tum nahi samjhe</span></strong></span></em><span style="font-family: Verdana"></span></p>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:54:11 +0100</pubDate>	</item>
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	<title>The Husband Store</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div align="center"><font face="Tahoma" size="5" color="#000000"><strong><u> The <font color="#0080ff">Husband </font>Store</u></strong></font></div>
<div align="center"><span style="font-size: larger"><strong><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funlok/join" target="_blank" title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funlok/join"> </a></strong></span> <img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mba/lowres/mban556l.jpg" alt="" width="340" height="400" /></div>
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<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma">A store that sells husbands has just opened</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma"> in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store </span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600; text-decoration: none">ONLY ONCE!</span></strong></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. </font></p>
<p> </span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> </span></font></span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">There is, however, a catch. ... You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! </span></font></span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> </span></font></span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> </span></font></span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. .</span></font></span></span></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> On the first floor the sign on the door reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none"> Floor 1</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> - These men have jobs and love the Lord.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> The second floor sign reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none"> Floor 2</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> The third floor sign reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none"> Floor 3</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> "<strong><span style="color: #ff6600; text-decoration: none">  Wow</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none"> Floor 4</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> "Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">Floor 5</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">Floor 6</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">  - You are visitor </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">4,363,012</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.</span></font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> *********</font></p>
<p><font face="Tahoma" size="3"> <strong><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">Send this to all men for a good laugh and to all the women who can handle the truth  </span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">!</span></font></p>
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	<title>True love</title>
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<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma">This is what True Love is all about</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma">:</p>
<p> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">It was a busy morning, </span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600; text-decoration: none">approximately 8:30 a.m</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.</p>
<p> I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt"><span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.</p>
<p> While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.  I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.</p>
<p> I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of </span><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">Alzheimer' s Disease  </span></strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">.</p>
<p> As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.</p>
<p> I was surprised, and asked him, "</span><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?  </span></strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">"</p>
<p> He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "</span><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #ff6600; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">  She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is</span></strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">."  I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."</p>
<p> True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.</p>
<p> </span><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"> With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails</span></strong><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all. </span></span></span></p>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:43:08 +0100</pubDate>	</item>
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	<title>Kachi Deewar Hoon </title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div align="center"><font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt">Kachi Deewar Hoon Thokar Na Lagana  			Mujko,</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Apni Nazron Mein Basa Kar Na Giraana Mujko !</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Tumko Aankho Mein Tasavur Ki Tarah Rakhta Hoon,</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Dil Mein Dadhkan ki Tarah Tum bhi Basana Mujko !</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Baat Karnay Mein jo Mushkil ho Tumhay Mehfil Mein,</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Main Samajh Jaaonga Nazron Say Bataana Mujko !</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Vaada Utna Hi Karo Jitna Bibha Saktay Ho,</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Khawab Poora jo na ho woh na Dikhana Mujko !</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Apnay Rishtay ki Nazaakat ka Baram Rakh Lena, </span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Main to Aashiq Hoon Deewana na Banana Mujko !</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Kachi Deewar Hoon Thokar Na Lagana Mujko,</span></strong></font><br /> <font face="Papyrus" color="#0000ff"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 			Apni Nazron Mein Basa Kar Na Giraana Mujko</span></strong></font></div>
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	<title>Lahro se dar kar noka par nahi hoti</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Lahro se dar kar  			noka par nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Kosis karne walo ki  			kabhi har nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399"> </span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Nanhi chiti jab dana  			lekar chalti hai</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Chadti divaro se so  			bar fisalti hai</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Man ka visvas rago  			me sahas bhar deta hai</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Gir kar chadhna  			chadkar girna isiliye na akhrta hai</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Mehnat uski khali  			har bar nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Kosis karne walo ki  			kabhi har nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399"> </span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Dubkiyan sindhu me  			gotakhor lagate hain</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Jakar khali hath lot  			aate hain</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Milte na sahaj moti  			gahre pani me</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">badhta duguna utsah  			isi herani me</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">muthi uski khale har  			bar nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Mehnat karne walo ki  			kabhi har nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399"> </span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">Asafalta ek chunoti  			hai ise swikar karo</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">kya kami rah gai hai  			dekho or sudhar karo</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">jab tak na safal ho  			nind chain ki tyago tum</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">sangharso ka maidan  			chod mat bhago tum</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">kutch kiye bina hi  			jay jaykar nahi hoti</span></strong></font></p>
<p style="text-align: center" align="center"><font face="Papyrus"><strong> 			<span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #333399">mehnat karne walo ke  			kabhi har nahi hoti.</span></strong></font></p>
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	<title>Kash iss eid par</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/kash-iss-eid-par</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt">Kash iss eid par main tera bakra hota</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Aur kissi ne na sahi tu ne to mujhe  		pakra hota</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">  </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Tu hina legey hathon sey mujhe pathey  		khilati</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Thorey thorey nahi sarey akathey khilati</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">  </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Tu mujhe main main kar ke bulati </span> 		</strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Aur sham ko gali main saath ghumati</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt"> </span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Mere pass gaari na sahi chakhra hota 		</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Kash iss eid par main tera bakra hota</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">  </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">  </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Tu meri suhbat par naaz karti</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Bila-jhijhak mujhe aashnae-raz karti</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">   </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Agar mera raqeeb mujhe chehra karata</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Seeng marta foran usse takar karata</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">   </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Raat ko sardi main bahir akra hota 		</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Kash iss eid par main tera bakra hota</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">   </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Phir eid par zibah ho jata main </span> 		</strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Teri khatir cut mar jata main</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">    </span></strong><strong> 		</strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Teri muhabat ne kuch iss tarah jakra  		hota</span></strong><strong></strong><br /> <strong><span style="font-size: 14pt"> 		</span></strong><strong> 		<span style="font-size: 14pt">Kash iss eid par main tera bakra hota</span></strong></div>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:34:39 +0100</pubDate>	</item>
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	<title>Kaisi mohbbat hai teri</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/kaisi-mohbbat-hai-teri</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<div align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong> 		<font size="5">Kaisi mohbbat hai teri jo mera pyaar bhool gaya</font></strong></font> </div>
<p style="text-align: center" align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong> 		</strong></font><strong><font size="5">Milke kiya  		tha jo hum ne kabhi wo ekraar bhool gaya  </font></strong></font></p>
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<p style="text-align: center" align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong> 		<font size="5"> Gayero ke dard ka tu humdard tha</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">tere sitam  		ka koun dard karega  </font></strong></font></p>
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<p style="text-align: center" align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong> 		<font size="5"> Soni hai rahe tnha ye dil hai</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">mera ye  		gum ab koun samjhe ga</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Tujh pe  		kiya tha dil ne kabhi wo aatebaar bhool gaya </font></strong></font></p>
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<p style="text-align: center" align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong> 		<font size="5">  Khmosh aahe roti rahi dost howa ab ajnabi</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Aaso</font><font size="5">  		bhi chobta tha ke hum en hi raho pe chalte thy kabhi</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">kine</font><font size="5">  		khush thy teri mhbbat se hum</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">dil</font><font size="5">  		soch ker rota hai abhi </font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Leke</font><font size="5">  		aayi thi wafaye jo kabhi wo bhaar bhool gaye   </font></strong></font></p>
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<p style="text-align: center" align="justify"><font color="#0000ff"><strong> 		<font size="5">Milke</font><font size="5"> kiya tha hum ne ahed hum na  		badlege kabhi</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Qasme</font><font size="5">  		wadwe bhoole tu bhi eska gum nahi</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Anjaan</font><font size="5">  		banke dosto main mera naam bhi mere yaar bhool gaya</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Kaisi  		mhbbat thi teri jo mera pyaar bhool gaya</font></strong><font face="Papyrus" size="5"><strong><br /> </strong></font><strong><font size="5">Milke kiya  		tha hum ne kabhi wo ekraar bhool gaya</font></strong></font></p>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:33:47 +0100</pubDate>	</item>
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	<title>Pappu Pass Ho Gaya</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/pappu-pass-ho-gaya</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><font><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><br /> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?<br /> PAPPU : "</span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">HIJKLMNO</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">  ! "!!</p>
<p> TEACHER : What are you talking about?<br /> PAPPU : Yesterday you said it's </span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">H to O</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none"> !</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : PAPPU, go to the map and find North America.<br /> PAPPU : Here it is!</p>
<p> TEACHER : Correct. Now, class, who discovered America?<br /> CLASS : PAPPU!</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : PAPPU, how do you spell "</span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">crocodile</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">"?<br /> PAPPU : "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L"</p>
<p> TEACHER : No, that's wrong<br /> PAPPU : Maybe it's wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : PAPPU, give me a sentence starting with "I".<br /> PAPPU : I is...</p>
<p> TEACHER : No, PAPPU. Always say, "I am."<br /> PAPPU : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet."</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : "Can anybody give an example of "  </span><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">COINCIDENCE</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">?"</p>
<p> PAPPU : "Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : "George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?"</p>
<p> PAPPU : "Because George still had </span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">the axe in his hand</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">?"</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> PAPPU : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?<br /> FATHER : No. Why do you ask that?<br /> PAPPU: Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots !</p>
<p> PAPPU: </span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">Yes it's really strange</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">. I've got another pair just like that at home.</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : Now, PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?</p>
<p> PAPPU: No sir, </span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">I don't have to</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">  , my mom is a good cook.</p>
<p> *****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : PAPPU, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as yourbrother's. Did you copy his ?</p>
<p> PAPPU: No, teacher, it's the same dog !</p>
<p> ****************</p>
<p> TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?</p>
<p> PAPPU: </span><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">A teacher</span>  </span></font></font>
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	<title>A wonderful story</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/a-wonderful-story</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma">A woman came out of her house</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma"> and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."</p>
<p> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"><br /> "</span><strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none">Is the man of the house home?</span></strong><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">", they asked.</p>
<p> "No", she replied. "He's out."   </span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">"Then we cannot come in", they replied.</p>
<p> In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.</p>
<p> "Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"</p>
<p> The woman went out and invited the men in"</p>
<p> "</span><strong><span style="color: green; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">  We do not go into a House together</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">," they replied.</p>
<p> "Why is that?" she asked.</p>
<p> One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."</p>
<p> The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How n ice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"</p>
<p> His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"</p>
<p> Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"</p>
<p> "Let us heed our daughter's advice," said the husband to his wife.</p>
<p> "</span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">Go out and invite Love to be our guest  </span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">."</p>
<p> The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."</p>
<p> Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, t he lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"</p>
<p> The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">  !!!!!!"</span></span></span></p>
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	<title>God doesn't exist</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/god-doesnt-exist</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma"> <strong><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">A man went to a barbershop</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"> to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.</p>
<p> As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.</p>
<p> They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."</p>
<p> "</span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">  Why do you say that?</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none">"asked the customer.</p>
<p> "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.  </span><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"> </span></span></p>
<p><span><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"> <span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">Tell me, if God exists,would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine loving a God who would allow all of these things."</p>
<p> The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.</p>
<p> The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop. Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and un-kept.</p>
<p> The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."</p>
<p> "</span><strong><span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">  How can you say that?</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">"asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber.And I just worked on you!"</p>
<p> "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."</p>
<p> "Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."</p>
<p> "</span><strong><span style="color: green; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">Exactly</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"> !"- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world." </span></span></span></p>
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	<title>New Year - Employee Rules and Regulations</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/new-year-employee-rules-and-regulations</link>
	<guid>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2008/01/02/new-year-employee-rules-and-regulations</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[<p><strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma"><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none"> *Dress Code*</span><span style="font-weight: normal; color: #333333; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary.</p>
<p> If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise.</p>
<p> If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better,so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore do not need a raise.</p>
<p> If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore do not need a raise.</p>
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<p> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Sick Days*</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness.</p>
<p> If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.</p>
<p> ************</p>
<p> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Personal Days*</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.</p>
<p> ************</p>
<p> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Toilet Use*  </span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls.</p>
<p> At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken.</p>
<p> After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders category".</p>
<p> Anyone caught smiling in the picture will be sectioned under the company's mental health policy!</p>
<p> You are allowed to use the rest room only thrice a day and you have to swipe in and out from the toilet doors also.</p>
<p> ************</p>
<p> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"> *Lunch Break*</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.</p>
<p> Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure.</p>
<p> Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a slim fast.</p>
<p> ************</p>
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	<title>Smile</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2007/11/04/smile</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #262626">Q.1 <span style="color: #262626; text-decoration: none">RAM SITA HAI ... TO RAM KAUN HAI ??<br /> Ans - . </span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">TAILOR ( darzi )</span><span style="color: #262626; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> Q2. SITA RAM HAI TO SITA KAUN HAI<br /> Ans - . Sita MEMORY hai (RAM: Random Access Memory)</p>
<p> Q3. Harbhajan ask's Kumble to bring a Pepsi... Kumble brings a bottle of Pepsi but goes directly to Shehwag.? Why ?? Why ?? :-)<br /> Ans:- </span><span style="color: #0070c0; text-decoration: none">Shehwag is an opener</span><span style="color: #262626; text-decoration: none"></p>
<p> Q5. Who kya hai Jo Dil main hain, Mann main hai par Dhadkan main nahi?<br /> Ans:- aarey Aamir Khan !!!!!!!</p>
<p> Q6. What will! U call a person who is leaving India ??<br /> Socho...............<br /> Ans:- Hindustan Lever (Leaver).</p>
<p> Q7. Kalidas ka ek bhai joote banata tha us ka naam kya tha?<br /> Ans:- Adidas</p>
<p> Q8. Luv and Kush are going to a village &amp; in between comes a well.<br /> Luv falls into the well. Why ?<br /> Ans:- Because </span><span style="color: #00b050; text-decoration: none">Luv is blind</span><span style="color: #262626; text-decoration: none">!!!!!</p>
<p> Q.9 Now Kush also jumps inside. Why? OK lot's of head scratching done.<br /> Ans:- Luv ke liye saala kuch bhi karega!!!!</p>
<p> Q 10. Jackie Chan ki saas ka naam kya hai?.. Nahi pata..??<br /> Ans:- D'Cold chain ki saans<br /> HOPE U LIKE IT </span>!!!!!!!<br /> </span>
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	<title>Lunch With God</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2007/10/12/lunch-with-god</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4">A  <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">little boy wanted to meet </span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">God</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey. </span></font></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"><br /> </font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her some chips. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him.<br /> </span></font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"><br /> </font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat</p>
<p> There all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.  </span></font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><br /> <font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"></p>
<p> </font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug. </span><span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none">She gave him her biggest smile ever</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">.</span></font></span> <font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> </font></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"><br /> </font></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, " </span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">I had lunch with God</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? She's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"  </span></font></span></p>
<p> <span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"> <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home. Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked, "Mother, what  did you do today that made you so happy?" She replied! "I ate potato chips in the park with God." However, before her son responded, she added, " </span><span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none">You know, he's much younger than I expected</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">."</p>
<p> Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of</p>
<p> Which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime! Embrace all equally</span>!</font></span>
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	<title>Vacuum cleaner</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2007/10/11/vacuum-cleaner</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p align="left"><span style="color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS">A <span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none"> new vacuum cleaner </span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">salesman</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none"> knocked on the door on the first house of the street.</p>
<p> A tall lady answered the door.</p>
<p> Before she could speak, the enthusiastic salesman barged into the living room and opened a big black plastic bag and poured all the cow droppings onto the carpet.</p>
<p> "Madam, if I could not clean this up with the use of this new powerful vacuum cleaner,  </span><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">I will eat all this s...!</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">" exclaimed the eager salesman.</p>
<p> Do you need chilli sauce or ketchup with that" asked the lady.</p>
<p> The bewildered salesman asked, "</span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">Why, Madam?</span><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none">"</p>
<p> "We just moved in, &amp; there's no electricity in the house!"  </span></font></span></p>
<p> <span style="color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS"><br /> </font></span><span style="color: #0d0d0d"><font face="Comic Sans MS"><strong><span style="color: green; text-decoration: none"> Moral</span></strong><span style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none"> : Gather all required information before working on any project</span>..</font></span>
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	<title>Clever Girls</title>
	<link>http://jokes.nireblog.com/post/2007/10/11/clever-girls</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #303008"><font face="Comic Sans MS">A  <span style="color: #303008; text-decoration: none">Girl is giving </span><span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none">directions</span><span style="color: #303008; text-decoration: none"> to her new boyfriend to get to her apartment.</p>
<p> She says: "You come to the front door of the apartment complex where I live and look for apartment 14A, and with </span><span style="color: red; text-decoration: none">your elbow</span><span style="color: #303008; text-decoration: none"> push button 14A. Come inside and you'll find the elevator on the right. With your elbow hit 14. When you get out of the elevator you'll find my apartment on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell and I'll open the door for you"</p>
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<p> "Oh my God!! You're not coming empty-handed, are you</span>?"</font></span>
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