<?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-2356789001496904941</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:06:13.997-07:00</updated><category term='Funny Facts'/><category term='one eye'/><category term='Three detedtives'/><category term='Picture'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='one ear'/><category term='contact lens'/><category term='Short Story'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='Blonde'/><category term='Little Johnny'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Awesome Mausam</title><subtitle type='html'>Awesome Mausam is a blog about jokes, interesting stories, short stories, humor, forwards all compiled in a single place. A good stop to have some fun and lighten up the mood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-2396767161847244800</id><published>2008-10-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:19:46.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contact lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one eye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one ear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three detedtives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Three Detectives</title><content type='html'>A policeman was testing 3 brothers who were training to become detectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To test their skills in recognizing a suspect, he shows the first brother a picture for 5 seconds and then hides it. "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first brother answers, "That's easy, we'll catch him fast because he only has one eye!" The policeman says, "Well...uh...that's because the picture I showed is his side profile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly flustered by this ridiculous response, he flashes the picture for 5 seconds at the second brother and asks him, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second brother smiles and says, "Ha! He'd be too easy to catch because he only has one ear!" The policeman angrily responds, "What's the matter with you two? Of course only one eye and one ear are showing because it's a picture of his side profile! Is that the best answer you can come up with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely frustrated at this point, he shows the picture to the third brother and in a very testy voice asks, "This is your suspect, how would you recognize him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quickly adds, "Think hard before giving me a stupid answer." The brother looks at the picture intently for a moment and says, "The suspect wears contact lenses." The policeman is surprised and speechless because he really doesn't know himself if the suspect wears contacts or not. "Well, that's an interesting answer. Wait here for a few minutes while I check his file and&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you on that." He leaves the room and goes to his office, checks the suspect's file in his computer, and comes back with a beaming smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! I can't believe it. It's TRUE! The suspect does in fact wear contact lenses. Good work! How were you able to make such an astute observation?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's easy," the third brother replied. "He can't wear regular glasses because he only has one eye and one ear."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-2396767161847244800?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/2396767161847244800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=2396767161847244800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2396767161847244800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2396767161847244800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-detectives.html' title='Three Detectives'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-3477467513279614392</id><published>2008-09-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:12:14.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny: Neighbor's Baby</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny's neighbor had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the baby was born without ears.&lt;br /&gt;When the mother and baby came home from hospital Johnny's family were&lt;br /&gt;invited over to see the new born child.&lt;br /&gt;Before they left their house, little Johnny's dad had a talk with him and&lt;br /&gt;explained to him the baby had no ears.&lt;br /&gt;He also told him that if he so much as mentioned anything about the baby's&lt;br /&gt;missing ears or even said the word ears he would get the beating of his&lt;br /&gt;life when they came back home.&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny assured his dad that he understood completely.&lt;br /&gt;When little Jonny looked into the crib he said, "Oh, what a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;baby".&lt;br /&gt;The mother said "Why thank you Little Johnny".&lt;br /&gt;Jonny said "He has beautiful little feet and beautiful little hands, a cute little nose and really beautiful eyes"&lt;br /&gt;"Can he see o.k"?&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" said the mother, "we are so thankful that the doctor said he will&lt;br /&gt;have 20/20 vision".&lt;br /&gt;"That's Great" said litttle Johnny, "cuz he'd be f***ed if he needed&lt;br /&gt;glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-3477467513279614392?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/3477467513279614392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=3477467513279614392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/3477467513279614392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/3477467513279614392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-johnny-neighbors-baby.html' title='Little Johnny: Neighbor&apos;s Baby'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6161274593225409704</id><published>2008-09-04T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:42:36.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>What's Wrong Doctor?</title><content type='html'>A woman rushed to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out. She rattles off: "Doctor, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were bloodshot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's WRONG with me, Doctor!?"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor looks her over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says: "Well, I can tell you that there ain't nothing wrong with your eyesight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6161274593225409704?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6161274593225409704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6161274593225409704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6161274593225409704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6161274593225409704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-wrong-doctor.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong Doctor?'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-7069176498385223754</id><published>2008-09-04T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:25:44.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Blonde ambition</title><content type='html'>A man is driving down a country road, when he spots a blonde standing in the middle of a huge field of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulls the car over to the side of the road and notices that the blonde is just standing there, doing nothing, looking at nothing.The man gets out of the car, walks all the way out to the blonde and asks, “Ah excuse me, but what are you doing?” The blonde replies, “I’m trying to win a Nobel Prize.”"How?” asks the man, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Well I heard they give the Nobel Prize to people who are out standing in their field.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-7069176498385223754?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/7069176498385223754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=7069176498385223754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7069176498385223754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7069176498385223754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/09/blonde-ambition.html' title='Blonde ambition'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-8400754302685147419</id><published>2008-09-04T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:20:54.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Anonymous Mother in Austin Texas</title><content type='html'>The following came from an anonymous Mother in Austin, Texas...&lt;br /&gt;Things I've learned from my boys (honest and not kidding):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20 x 20 ft. room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear the toilet flush and the words "uh oh", it's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old man says they can only do it in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super glue is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool filters do not like Jell-O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VCR's do not eject "PB &amp;amp;J" sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire department in Austin, TX has a 5-minute response time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will, however, make cats dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-8400754302685147419?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/8400754302685147419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=8400754302685147419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8400754302685147419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8400754302685147419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/09/anonymous-mother-in-austin-texas.html' title='Anonymous Mother in Austin Texas'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-3200858696114049486</id><published>2008-09-03T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:09:03.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>blonde's Driving License</title><content type='html'>A blonde female police officer pulls over a blonde in a convertible sports car for speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks up to the car and asks the blond for her driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde convertible driver searches through her purse in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she asks, "What does it look like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde police officer tells her, "It's that thing with your picture on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde driver searches for a few more seconds, pulls out her compact, opens it and sure enough sees herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hands the compact to the blonde cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds looking at the compact, the blonde cop rolls her eyes, hands the compact back to the blonde convertible driver and says.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you would have told me you were a police officer when I first pulled you over we could have avoided this whole thing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-3200858696114049486?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/3200858696114049486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=3200858696114049486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/3200858696114049486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/3200858696114049486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/09/blondes-driving-license.html' title='blonde&apos;s Driving License'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-456143276215931506</id><published>2008-08-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:20:14.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Johnny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny and Politics</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny came home from school one day and said to his father, "Dad, what can you tell me about politics? I have to learn about it for school tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father thought some and said, "Okay, son, the best way I can describe politics is to use an analogy. Let’s say that I’m capitalism because I’m the breadwinner. Your mother will be government because she controls everything, our maid will be the working class because she works for us, you will be the people because you answer to us, and your baby brother will be the future. Does that help any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny said, "Well, Dad, I don’t know, but I’ll think about what you said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Johnny was woken up by his brother’s crying. Upon further investigation, he found a dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he went down the hall to his parent’s bedroom and found his father’s side of the bed empty and his mother wouldn’t wake up. Then he saw a light on in the guest room down the hall, and when he reached the door, he saw through the crack that his father was in bed with the maid. Because he couldn’t do anything else, he turned and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he said to his father at the breakfast table, "Dad, I think I understand politics much better now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent, my boy," he answered, "What have you learned?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny thought for a minute and said, "I learned that capitalism is screwing the working class, government is sound asleep ignoring the people, and the future’s full of sh*t."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-456143276215931506?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/456143276215931506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=456143276215931506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/456143276215931506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/456143276215931506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-johnny-and-politics.html' title='Little Johnny and Politics'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-5096924259383879287</id><published>2008-08-26T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T13:15:51.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Little Johnny and the bishop?</title><content type='html'>Little Johnny's father was a pastor in a small church. One day, his father told Little Johnny that a very important bishop was coming and that he would be staying with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny became very excited and asked his father if he would get to meet him. His father thought about this and decided that he would let Little Johnny bring the bishop tea in the morning and wake him up. Little Johnny agreed to do this and was very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father gave him instructions: first, knock on the door of the bishop's&lt;br /&gt;room and then say to him, "It's the boy, my Lord, it's time to get up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was very excited and rehearsed his lines repeating them over and over. Finally the day came and Little Johnny had learned all his lines. He went to the door and knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so excited and nervous though that his lines got mixed up and he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Lord, my boy, and your time is up!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-5096924259383879287?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/5096924259383879287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=5096924259383879287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5096924259383879287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5096924259383879287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-johnny-and-bishop.html' title='Little Johnny and the bishop?'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-233513108654438396</id><published>2008-08-26T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T12:39:53.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>How To Call The Police...?</title><content type='html'>WHEN YOU'RE OLD AND&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MOVE FAST ANYMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Phillips of Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to&lt;br /&gt;bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.&lt;br /&gt;He phoned the police, who asked 'Is someone in your&lt;br /&gt;house?' He said 'No.' Then they said 'All patrols were busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available.' George said, 'Okay.' He hung up the phone and counted to 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he phoned the police again. 'Hello, I just called&lt;br /&gt;you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them.' and he hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;One of the Policemen said to George, 'I thought you said that you'd shot them!'&lt;br /&gt;George said, 'I thought you said there was nobody available!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-233513108654438396?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/233513108654438396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=233513108654438396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/233513108654438396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/233513108654438396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-call-police.html' title='How To Call The Police...?'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-772775857851861807</id><published>2008-08-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:30:22.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Self Motivation</title><content type='html'>This is called Self Motivation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/SKzu35ANmBI/AAAAAAAAAso/PGLsF4_QxPc/s1600-h/self-motivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/SKzu35ANmBI/AAAAAAAAAso/PGLsF4_QxPc/s400/self-motivation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236823110686971922" 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/2356789001496904941-772775857851861807?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/772775857851861807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=772775857851861807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/772775857851861807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/772775857851861807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-motivation.html' title='Self Motivation'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/SKzu35ANmBI/AAAAAAAAAso/PGLsF4_QxPc/s72-c/self-motivation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6409425872061611097</id><published>2008-08-12T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:27:20.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Boss Kidnapped !!!  What 2 do??</title><content type='html'>Employees of a Company are all worried. Some are roaming around. Some are in loud discussions during office time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Trainees, who had just joined, notice this and enquire about what happened to a senior employee, they ask, "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terrorists have kidnapped our Boss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're asking for Rs.10 Crores ransom, otherwise they're going to douse him with petrol and set him on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going from desk to desk, taking up a collection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Trainee asks, "How much is everyone giving, on average?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About 1 litre."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6409425872061611097?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6409425872061611097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6409425872061611097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6409425872061611097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6409425872061611097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/boss-kidnapped-what-2-do.html' title='Boss Kidnapped !!!  What 2 do??'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6834859724475868305</id><published>2008-08-12T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:10:09.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>World war III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Bush and Powell were sitting in a bar. A guy walked in and asked the barman, "Isn't that Bush and Powell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman said, "Yep, that's them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy walked over and said, "Hello. What are you guys doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush said, "We're planning World War III."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy asked, "Really? What's going to happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush said, "Well, we're going to kill 10 million Afghans and one bicycle repairman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy exclaimed, "Why are you gonna kill a bicycle repairman?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush turned to Powell and said, "See, I told you no one would worry about the 10 million Afghans!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6834859724475868305?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6834859724475868305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6834859724475868305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6834859724475868305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6834859724475868305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-war-iii.html' title='World war III'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-2507476431129203743</id><published>2008-05-07T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:39.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>How a marriage works</title><content type='html'>A couple was celebrating their golden wedding anniversary. Their domestic tranquillity had long been the talk of the town. "What a peaceful &amp; loving couple!" A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man. "We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom on the canyon by horse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled. My wife quietly said, 'That's once'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We proceeded a little further and the horse stumbled again. Once more my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbled the third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I started an angry protest over her treatment to the horse, while I was shouting; She looked at me, and quietly said, 'That's once'. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we lived happily ever after."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-2507476431129203743?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/2507476431129203743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=2507476431129203743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2507476431129203743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2507476431129203743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-marriage-works.html' title='How a marriage works'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-4266635408156363023</id><published>2008-05-07T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:43:30.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Women Vs Men</title><content type='html'>Woman 1: Oh! You got a haircut! That's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Do you think so? I wasn't sure when she gave me the mirror. I mean, you don't think it's too fluffy looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: No, it's perfect. I'd love to get my hair cut like that, but I think my face is too wide. I'm pretty much stuck with this stuff I think.&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Are you serious? I think your face is adorable. And you could easily get one of those layer cuts - that would look so cute I think. I was actually going to do that except that I was afraid it would accent my long neck.&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: Oh - that's funny! I would love to have your neck! Anything to take attention away from these football player shoulders of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: Are you kidding? I know girls that would love to have your shoulders. Everything drapes so well on you. I mean, look at my arms, see how short they are? If I had your shoulders I could get clothes to fit me so much easier. ......................&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;'....'&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TWO MEN TALKING&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man 1: Haircut?&lt;br /&gt;Man 2: Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-4266635408156363023?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/4266635408156363023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=4266635408156363023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4266635408156363023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4266635408156363023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/women-vs-men.html' title='Women Vs Men'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-7442708887234682460</id><published>2008-05-07T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Why Russians are very good in CHESS</title><content type='html'>After months of negotiation with the authorities, a Talmudist from Odessa (in Russia) was granted permission to visit Moscow. He boarded the train and found an empty seat. At the next stop a young man got on and sat next to him. The scholar looked at the young man and thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow doesn't look like a peasant, and if he isn't a peasant he probably comes from this district. If he comes from this district, then he must be Jewish because this is, after all, a Jewish district. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if he is a Jew, where could he be going? I'm the only Jew in our district who has permission to travel to Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh? But just outside Moscow there is a little village called Samvet, and Jews don't need special permission to go there. But why would he be going to Samvet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably going to visit one of the Jewish families there, but how many Jewish families are there in Samvet? Only two - the Bernsteins and the Steinbergs. The Bernsteins are a terrible family, and a nice looking fellow like him must be visiting the Steinbergs. But why is he going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Steinbergs have only daughters, so maybe he's their son-in-law. But if he is, then which daughter did he marry? They say that Sarah married a nice lawyer from Budapest, and Esther married a businessman from Zhitomer, so it must be Sarah's husband. Which means that his name is Alexander Cohen, if I'm not mistaken. But if he comes from Budapest, with all the anti-Semitism they have there, he must have changed his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the Hungarian equivalent of Cohen? Kovacs. But if they allowed him to change his name, he must have some special status. What could it be? A doctorate from the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the scholar turns to the young man and says, "How do you do, Dr. Kovacs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, thank you, sir." answered the startled passenger. But how is it that you know my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," replied the Talmudist, "it was obvious."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-7442708887234682460?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/7442708887234682460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=7442708887234682460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7442708887234682460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7442708887234682460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-russians-are-very-good-in-chess.html' title='Why Russians are very good in CHESS'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-5148184571348197044</id><published>2008-05-07T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:39.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>FBI SELECTION</title><content type='html'>The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; two men and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair... Kill her!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home."&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 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one 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, wiping the sweat from her brow. "This gun was loaded with false bullets" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-5148184571348197044?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/5148184571348197044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=5148184571348197044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5148184571348197044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5148184571348197044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/fbi-selection.html' title='FBI SELECTION'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6031804258107707092</id><published>2008-05-07T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:39.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>How Many Apples?</title><content type='html'>A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old Arnav asked him, "If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"Within a few seconds Arnav replied confidently, "Four!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).  She was disappointed.  "Maybe the child did not listen properly," she thought.  She repeated, "Arnav, listen carefully.  If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnav had seen the disappointment on his teacher's face.  He calculated again on his fingers.  But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy.  His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy.  This time hesitatingly he replied, "Four…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment stayed on the teacher's face.  She remembered that Arnav liked strawberries.  She thought maybe he doesn't like apples and that is making him loose focus.  This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, "If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the teacher happy, young Arnav calculated on his fingers again.  There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.  She wanted her new approach to succeed.  With a hesitating smile young Arnav enquired, "Three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher now had a victorious smile.  Her approach had succeeded.  She wanted to congratulate herself.  But one last thing remained.  Once again she asked him, "Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promptly Arnav answered, "Four!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was aghast.  "How Arnav, how?" she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a voice that was low and hesitating young Arnav replied, "Because I already have one apple in my bag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect. Don't think they are wrong. There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6031804258107707092?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6031804258107707092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6031804258107707092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6031804258107707092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6031804258107707092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-many-apples_07.html' title='How Many Apples?'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-8267034008535603416</id><published>2008-05-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>What Women Want</title><content type='html'>Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a&lt;br /&gt;neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by&lt;br /&gt;Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long&lt;br /&gt;as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to&lt;br /&gt;figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he&lt;br /&gt;would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want? Such a&lt;br /&gt;question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young&lt;br /&gt;Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death,&lt;br /&gt;He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the&lt;br /&gt;priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone,&lt;br /&gt;but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to&lt;br /&gt;consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price&lt;br /&gt;would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the&lt;br /&gt;exorbitant prices she charged. The last day of the year arrived and Arthur&lt;br /&gt;had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question,&lt;br /&gt;but he would have to agree to her price first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights&lt;br /&gt;of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was&lt;br /&gt;horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled&lt;br /&gt;like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a&lt;br /&gt;repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to force his friend to marry&lt;br /&gt;her and endure such a terrible burden, But Lancelot, having learnt of the&lt;br /&gt;proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;compared to Arthur's life. And the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a&lt;br /&gt;wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered. Arthur's question thus:&lt;br /&gt;"What a woman really wants?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Is to be in charge of her own life."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great&lt;br /&gt;truth. And that Arthur's life would be spared.&lt;br /&gt;And so it was. The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom. And&lt;br /&gt;Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a&lt;br /&gt;horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The&lt;br /&gt;astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared&lt;br /&gt;as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only&lt;br /&gt;half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half. "Which would you&lt;br /&gt;prefer? She asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful during the day .... or at night?" Lancelot pondered the&lt;br /&gt;predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends,&lt;br /&gt;But at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch! Or,&lt;br /&gt;Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day? But by night a&lt;br /&gt;beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are a man reading this...) What would YOUR choice be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you are a woman reading this) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Lancelot chose, is given below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below... OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question,&lt;br /&gt;he said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself. Upon hearing&lt;br /&gt;this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time. Because, he&lt;br /&gt;had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-8267034008535603416?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/8267034008535603416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=8267034008535603416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8267034008535603416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8267034008535603416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-women-want.html' title='What Women Want'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-2498303875681256448</id><published>2008-05-07T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:20:49.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Seagul Shoplifter</title><content type='html'>Watch!   He s-l-o-w-l-y enters the store......and then he runnnnnnns........OUT! &lt;br /&gt;A seagull in Scotland has developed the habit of stealing chips from a neighborhood shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/akashj/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/akashj/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7257ec20e7&amp;amp;realattid=0.1&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=119a530c4434ebe4" height="127" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seagull waits until the shopkeeper isn't looking (so a camera was installed), and then walks into the store and grabs a snack-size bag of cheese Doritos.&lt;br /&gt;Once outside,  the bag gets ripped open and becomes a feast for other birds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seagull's shoplifting started early this month, when he first swooped into the store in Aberdeen, Scotland, and helped himself to a bag of chips. &lt;br /&gt;Since then, he's become a "regular".  He always takes the same type of chips.  Customers have begun paying for the seagull's stolen bags of chips because they think it's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frito-Lay should put him in a commercial&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-2498303875681256448?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/2498303875681256448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=2498303875681256448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2498303875681256448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/2498303875681256448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/seagul-shoplifter.html' title='Seagul Shoplifter'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6623388020047733027</id><published>2008-05-07T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:39.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>DIE-VORCE</title><content type='html'>A married couple is driving along a highway doing a steady 40 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;The wife is behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband suddenly looks across at her and speaks in a clear voice.&lt;br /&gt;"I know we've been married for twenty years, but I want a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps looking at the road ahead but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.&lt;br /&gt;The husband speaks again. "I don't want you to try and talk me out of it,"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "because I've been having an affair with your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;And she's a far better lover than you are."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again the wife stays quiet,&lt;br /&gt;But grips the steering wheel more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55&lt;br /&gt;He pushes his luck. "I want the house," he says insistently. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to 60.&lt;br /&gt;"I want the car, too," he continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 mph.&lt;br /&gt;"And," he says, "I'll have the bank accounts, all the credit cards and the boat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car slowly starts veering towards a massive concrete bridge.&lt;br /&gt;This makes him nervous, so he asks her, "Isn't there anything you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife at last replies in a quiet and controlled voice.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I've got everything I need," she says.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really," he inquires, "so what have you got?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just before they slam into the wall at 65 mph,&lt;br /&gt;The wife turns to him and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;"The airbag."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6623388020047733027?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6623388020047733027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6623388020047733027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6623388020047733027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6623388020047733027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/die-vorce.html' title='DIE-VORCE'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-6276256631714632160</id><published>2008-05-07T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:39:39.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Bank robbery!</title><content type='html'>A man with a gun goes into a bank and demands their money.&lt;br /&gt;Once he is given the money, he turns to a customer and asks, 'Did you see me rob this bank?'&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, 'Yes sir, I did.'&lt;br /&gt;The robber then shot him in the temple, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to a couple standing next and asked the man, 'Did you see me rob this bank?'&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, 'No sir, I didn't... &lt;br /&gt;But my wife did!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-6276256631714632160?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/6276256631714632160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=6276256631714632160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6276256631714632160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/6276256631714632160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/05/bank-robbery.html' title='Bank robbery!'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-4898722770087870743</id><published>2008-01-29T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:43:22.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Right Choice</title><content type='html'>A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes downstairs to look for him.&lt;br /&gt;She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 18?" he asks solemnly. "Yes I do" she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses; the words were not coming easily. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the garden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued.. "Do you remember when he showed the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that too" she replied softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have been released today!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-4898722770087870743?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/4898722770087870743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=4898722770087870743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4898722770087870743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4898722770087870743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-choice.html' title='Right Choice'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-4288907794756224201</id><published>2008-01-29T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.354-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Presence of Mind</title><content type='html'>John  works in a supermarket. A man came in and asked John  for half a  kilogram of butter. The boy told him they only sold 1 kg packets of  butter, but the man was persistent. The boy said he'd go ask his manager  what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John walked into the back room and said, "There's a bloody fellow out   there who wants to buy only half a kilo of butter." &lt;br /&gt;As he finished  saying this he turned around to find the man standing right behind him, So he added, "And this gentleman wants to buy the other half."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager finished the deal and later said to John, "You almost got  yourself in a lot of trouble earlier, but I must say I was impressed  with the way you got yourself out of it. You think on your feet, and I  like it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which place are you from?"&lt;br /&gt;John replied, "I'm from Mexico, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really? Why did you leave Mexico?" asked the manager.&lt;br /&gt;John replied, "They're all just prostitutes and soccer players up there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife is from Mexico," the manager said.&lt;br /&gt;John replied, "Which team did she play for?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-4288907794756224201?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/4288907794756224201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=4288907794756224201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4288907794756224201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4288907794756224201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/01/presence-of-mind.html' title='Presence of Mind'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-263577436611791635</id><published>2008-01-17T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>If you can not paste...</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago, a large seminar was held for ministers and reverends in training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the facilitators were many well-known motivational speakers. One such speaker boldly approached the pulpit and, gathering the entire crowd's attention, said, "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed up by saying, "That woman was my mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd burst into laughter and he gave his speech, which was well received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, one of the ministers who had attended the seminar decided to use that joke in his sermon. As he shyly approached the pulpit one sunny Sunday, he tried to rehearse the joke in his head. It was a bit foggy to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the microphone he said loudly, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my wife!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His congregation sat shocked, murmuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After standing there for almost 10 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke, the pastor finally blurted out "... and I can't remember who she was!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Don't copy if you can't paste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-263577436611791635?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/263577436611791635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=263577436611791635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/263577436611791635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/263577436611791635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-can-not-paste.html' title='If you can not paste...'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-4596791904958659006</id><published>2007-12-31T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:44:16.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer, "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you." The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins(1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,"Which do you want, son?" The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!" Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?" The boy licked his cone and replied, "Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-4596791904958659006?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/4596791904958659006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=4596791904958659006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4596791904958659006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/4596791904958659006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-9011206998765214225</id><published>2007-12-18T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:41:15.208-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Life guard with an Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R2i4lcidNVI/AAAAAAAAATE/y0Pvcvqe_RE/s1600-h/life+guard+with+an+attitude.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R2i4lcidNVI/AAAAAAAAATE/y0Pvcvqe_RE/s400/life+guard+with+an+attitude.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145565527726175570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-9011206998765214225?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/9011206998765214225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=9011206998765214225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/9011206998765214225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/9011206998765214225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/life-guard-with-attitude.html' title='Life guard with an Attitude'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R2i4lcidNVI/AAAAAAAAATE/y0Pvcvqe_RE/s72-c/life+guard+with+an+attitude.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-7724319397814045406</id><published>2007-12-11T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:41:15.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>General Anesthesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R17vBBFHFII/AAAAAAAAASw/dQMtYoiyVEs/s1600-h/general.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R17vBBFHFII/AAAAAAAAASw/dQMtYoiyVEs/s400/general.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142810625252463746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-7724319397814045406?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/7724319397814045406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=7724319397814045406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7724319397814045406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/7724319397814045406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/general-anesthesia.html' title='General Anesthesia'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R17vBBFHFII/AAAAAAAAASw/dQMtYoiyVEs/s72-c/general.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-469383794638620650</id><published>2007-12-04T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Drunk and Arthritis</title><content type='html'>A drunk that smelled like a brewery got on a bus one day. He sat down next to a priest. The drunk's shirt was stained, his face was full of bright red lipstick and he had a half-empty bottle of wine sticking out of his pocket. He opened his newspaper and started reading. A couple minutes later, he asked the priest, ''Father, what causes&lt;br /&gt;arthritis?''&lt;br /&gt;''Mister, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, and contempt for your fellow man,'' the priest replied. ''Imagine that,'' the drunk muttered. He returned to reading his paper.&lt;br /&gt;The priest, thinking about what he had said, turned to the man and apologized: ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?'' ''I don't have arthritis, Father,'' the drunk said, ''but I just read in the paper that the Pope does.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-469383794638620650?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/469383794638620650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=469383794638620650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/469383794638620650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/469383794638620650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/drunk-and-arthritis.html' title='Drunk and Arthritis'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-5426246762128316598</id><published>2007-12-04T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Mexican Smuggler</title><content type='html'>Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He's got two large bags over his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;The guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sand," answered Juan.&lt;br /&gt;The guard says, "We'll just see about that get off the bike." The guard takes the bags and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand.&lt;br /&gt;He detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags.&lt;br /&gt;The guard releases Juan, puts the sand into new bags, hefts them onto the man's shoulders, and lets him cross the border.&lt;br /&gt;A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, "What have you got?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sand," says Juan.&lt;br /&gt;The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand.He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;This sequence of events if repeated every day for three years.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Buddy," says the guard, "I know you are smuggling something.&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about..... I can't sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"&lt;br /&gt;Juan sips his beer and says, "Bicycles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-5426246762128316598?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/5426246762128316598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=5426246762128316598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5426246762128316598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5426246762128316598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/mexican-smuggler.html' title='Mexican Smuggler'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-1625484012576621507</id><published>2007-12-04T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:41:15.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Beauty n Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R1UetBFHEVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NcFFuHBj2gs/s1600-h/Beauty+of+Beer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R1UetBFHEVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NcFFuHBj2gs/s400/Beauty+of+Beer.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140048308446105938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-1625484012576621507?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/1625484012576621507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=1625484012576621507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/1625484012576621507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/1625484012576621507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty-n-beer.html' title='Beauty n Beer'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R1UetBFHEVI/AAAAAAAAAMY/NcFFuHBj2gs/s72-c/Beauty+of+Beer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-8632251925276857754</id><published>2007-12-04T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Where is God ??</title><content type='html'>Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon. The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know where God is, son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is God?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "what happened?" The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is missing, and they think we did it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-8632251925276857754?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/8632251925276857754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=8632251925276857754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8632251925276857754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8632251925276857754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/where-is-god.html' title='Where is God ??'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-331135477233831434</id><published>2007-12-04T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:18.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Understand what other person want</title><content type='html'>Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother. The first said, "I built a big house for our mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second said," I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third smiled and said, "I've got you, both beat. You know how Mom enjoys the Bible, and you know she can't see very well. I sent her a parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took 20 monks in a monastery 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $100,000.00 a year for 10 years, but it was worth it. Mom just has to&lt;br /&gt;name the chapter and verse, and the parrot will recite it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks: "Milton," she wrote the first son, "the house you built is so huge. I live in only one room, but have to clean the whole house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marvin," she wrote to another, "I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never use the Mercedes, and the driver is so rude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dearest Melvin," she wrote to her third son, "You were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes, that chicken was delicious."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-331135477233831434?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/331135477233831434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=331135477233831434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/331135477233831434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/331135477233831434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/understand-what-other-person-want.html' title='Understand what other person want'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-5340742540860148927</id><published>2007-12-04T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:44:16.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Santa's last words of Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Santa Singh was in the hospital, near death, so the family sent for his friend Banta. As Banta singh stood beside the bed, santa Singh's frail condition grew worse, and he motioned frantically for something to write on. Banta singh lovingly handed him a pen and piece of paper, and Santa used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note. Then he died. Banta singh thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. Several days later, at the funeral, Banta singh was visting Santa's family. He realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he'd worn the day Santa died. "You know," he said, "Santa handed me a note just before he died. I haven't read it, but knowing Santa, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all." He unfolded the note and read aloud, "You're standing on my oxygen tube!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-5340742540860148927?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/5340742540860148927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=5340742540860148927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5340742540860148927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/5340742540860148927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/12/santas-last-words-of-inspiration.html' title='Santa&apos;s last words of Inspiration'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356789001496904941.post-8537151789500580400</id><published>2007-11-18T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:41:15.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ek Choti si Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R0Bvp-ur4LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wCygceT_xy8/s1600-h/choti+si+love+story.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R0Bvp-ur4LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wCygceT_xy8/s400/choti+si+love+story.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134226342206496946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2356789001496904941-8537151789500580400?l=awesomemausam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/feeds/8537151789500580400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2356789001496904941&amp;postID=8537151789500580400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8537151789500580400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2356789001496904941/posts/default/8537151789500580400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awesomemausam.blogspot.com/2007/11/ek-choti-si-love-story.html' title='Ek Choti si Love Story'/><author><name>Akash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17559360935956927700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lmTxMsKsueE/R0Bvp-ur4LI/AAAAAAAAAHw/wCygceT_xy8/s72-c/choti+si+love+story.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
