<?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-5084729593668577388</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:50:47.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MYSTIC - Become Who You Are</title><subtitle type='html'>Collection of Jokes and Pjs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3232825785256421852</id><published>2011-10-21T21:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:50:51.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good soul always suffer?</title><content type='html'>Pedro the old grey horse is very sick and all the other animals on the farm are extremely concerned. One evening, Bobby, the only pig on the farm, overhears the farmer talking to his wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like we'll have to take old Pedro to the knacker's, he's not going to get much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby the pig is shocked to the bone, so he runs off and organizes all the animals to do whatever they can to help Pedro. The cows donate milk, the other horses pass on some of their feed, the chickens and geese brush him down and peck off the parasites, the dogs and cats steal apples and pears from the orchard, the goats take him out for fresh air and exercise and Bobby the pig himself gives the old horse gentle, healing massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, Pedro gains in strength and is gradually back to full health and fitness. The farmer is so happy about the recovery of his favorite old workhorse that he decides to invite all the neighbours over for a big barbecue to celebrate and that afternoon he slaughters his only pig...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3232825785256421852?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3232825785256421852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3232825785256421852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3232825785256421852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3232825785256421852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-soul-always-suffer.html' title='Good soul always suffer?'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1720529475316179642</id><published>2011-10-12T18:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-21T21:53:08.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Athiests</title><content type='html'>A priest, a vicar and a rabbi were discussing how they split the money donated by members of their congregations after a service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vicar says "I draw a circle on the ground and throw all the money in the air. What lands in the circle I keep for myself and the rest I give to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest then says he does the same but what lands in the circle he give to the church and he keeps the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vicar then turns to the rabbi and asks"What do you do with your money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the rabbi replies "I throw all the money in the air and what God can catch God can keep"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1720529475316179642?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1720529475316179642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1720529475316179642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1720529475316179642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1720529475316179642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/10/athiests.html' title='Athiests'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1487295042098955404</id><published>2011-10-11T13:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-11T13:35:16.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Idle spidey during power-cuts?</title><content type='html'>Q. Why doesn't Spiderman work during power-cuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. With no power comes no responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1487295042098955404?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1487295042098955404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1487295042098955404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1487295042098955404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1487295042098955404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/10/idle-spidey-during-power-cuts.html' title='Idle spidey during power-cuts?'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3483968634253540105</id><published>2011-09-25T10:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:33:49.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother of 35 kids</title><content type='html'>A lady married a man, and had 13 children, and the husband died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the funeral, the woman had found a new man, and married him. She then had a further 7 children. And again, the husband died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the second husbands funeral, the woman found yet another man, and married him. This time, she had another 15 children. In all, she had a total of 35 children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she died. The 3rd husband was attending her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst at the funeral, the priest said " Lord, they are finally together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mourner said " Who do you think he means she's with ? The 1st husband, the 2d husband or the 3rd husband ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second mourner said : I think he mentioned about her legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3483968634253540105?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3483968634253540105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3483968634253540105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3483968634253540105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3483968634253540105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/09/mother-of-45-kids.html' title='Mother of 35 kids'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3753179980132416872</id><published>2011-09-25T01:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-25T01:51:43.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smart Boy</title><content type='html'>Teacher: Whoever answers my next question can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Boy throws bag out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Who threw that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Me, I'm going home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3753179980132416872?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3753179980132416872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3753179980132416872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3753179980132416872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3753179980132416872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/09/smart-boy.html' title='Smart Boy'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-5182546486193875046</id><published>2011-09-24T02:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:06:29.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A single wish</title><content type='html'>A man had no wife, no child, no money, no home and a blind mother. He pestered God with prayers, and God got moved by his prayers and told him to make ONLY ONE request that will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man prayed thus; ''God, i want my mother to see my wife putting diamond bangles on my children's hands in our mansion''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God thought to Himself, "Damn, i still have a lot to learn from these human beings!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-5182546486193875046?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/5182546486193875046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=5182546486193875046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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shopping for me and &lt;br /&gt;buy one carton of milk, and if they have eggs, get 6!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short time later Banta comes back with 6 cartons of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pammo asks him, "Why the hell did you buy 6 cartons of milk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replied, "They had eggs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8234215077488947102?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8234215077488947102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8234215077488947102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8234215077488947102'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Boy: I'm rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Hi, i am Emma i'm 20 nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No no, "Rich" is my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Sorry i don't talk to people I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6965559113869761437?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6965559113869761437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6965559113869761437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6965559113869761437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6965559113869761437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/02/typical-girl.html' title='Typical girl :-)'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3166441650811993105</id><published>2011-02-04T01:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:01:48.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother in law vs Cricket</title><content type='html'>Albie was an ardent cricket fan and follows every game religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he got a chance to be in a corporate hospitality dept of a premier cricket match happening in the city. It was once in a lifetime opportunity for him to meet all his favorite players personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie was all excited on D day when he got an urgent call from his wife saying her mum's been hit by a bus and has only hours to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes later, Albie was at the hospital hugging his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank-you darling, I'm so sorry you'll miss your cricket and I know how much that matters to you", say Albie's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, love, I wouldn't miss this - I'm taping it and I'll watch it later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh really, says Albie's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have brought the camcorder and set this up quickly now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3166441650811993105?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3166441650811993105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3166441650811993105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3166441650811993105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3166441650811993105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/02/mother-in-law-vs-cricket.html' title='Mother in law vs Cricket'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7290644508950718783</id><published>2011-02-03T01:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:07:33.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A guy's test for free beer</title><content type='html'>A new guy in town walks into a bar and reads a sign that hangs over the bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE BEER! FREE BEER FOR 3 MONTHS FOR THE PERSON WHO CAN PASS THE TEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy asks the bartender what the test is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bartender replies "Well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.First you have to drink that whole gallon of pepper tequila, the WHOLE thing at once and you can't make a face while doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Second, there's a gatekeeper out back with a sore tooth...you have to remove it with your bare hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Third, there's a woman up there, you have to make love to her to her satisfaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "I love free beer so much, I can do anything for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the gallon of tequilla with both hands, and downs it with a big slurp and tears streaming down his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, he staggers out back and soon all the people inside hear the most frightening roaring and thumping, then silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man staggers back into the bar, his shirt ripped and big scratches all over his body. "Now" he says "Where's that woman with the sore tooth?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7290644508950718783?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7290644508950718783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7290644508950718783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7290644508950718783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7290644508950718783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/02/guys-test-for-free-beer.html' title='A guy&apos;s test for free beer'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-902161664371040912</id><published>2011-01-26T20:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:27:58.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta as police inspector</title><content type='html'>A couple has lodged a complaint about their missing daughter who was last seen to their knowledge when she went to get some pizza for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta after thorough investigation reaches couples house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta, "We have some good news and some bad news Mr and Mrs Reddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, "Whats the bad news"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta, "Your daughter is dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, "My GOD, Whats could be good news then"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta, "We have found the Pizza"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-902161664371040912?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/902161664371040912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=902161664371040912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/902161664371040912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/902161664371040912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/01/banta-as-police-inspector.html' title='Banta as police inspector'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3867754533196710835</id><published>2011-01-17T14:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:09:12.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dressed to impress</title><content type='html'>Banta's wife asked, "Do I look nice in this dress?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta looked up from his newspaper and said, "No, you look a fat mess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What, you mean there's nothing you like about me in this outfit?", she sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is", Banta said, "I like the fact you're wearing it to go out somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3867754533196710835?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3867754533196710835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3867754533196710835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3867754533196710835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3867754533196710835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2011/01/dressed-to-impress.html' title='Dressed to impress'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8169889173197957214</id><published>2011-01-17T12:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:12:27.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The drunkard in Hotel</title><content type='html'>A drunk man staggers into a hotel with bruises on his face and asks the receptionist, "Can I have the key please to room No 102"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry sir" The receptionist replied, "but that room is occupied,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at the moment it isn't" the drunk replied, "I just fell out of the window."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Hotel'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1748855319220365669</id><published>2010-10-31T15:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:14:15.658+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta - The Magician</title><content type='html'>Banta was magician and used to work on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was different each week, so the Banta used to do the same tricks over and over again and receive applause every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one problem though. The captain's parrot saw the shows each week and began to understand how the magician did every trick. Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show "Look, it's not the same hat!" or, "Look, he's hiding the flowers under the table," or "Hey, why are all the cards the ace of spades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta was furious at times, but couldn't do anything. It was, after all, the captain's parrot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it so happened that while Banta was performing his tricks, the ship sank. The magician found himself on a piece of wood in the middle of the sea with, as fate would have it, the parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word. This went on for a day and then another and then another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the tenth day, the parrot could not hold back and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I give up, This trick is something new. Where's the bloody ship?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1748855319220365669?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1748855319220365669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1748855319220365669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1748855319220365669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1748855319220365669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/10/banta-magician.html' title='Banta - The Magician'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1265165914009104674</id><published>2010-10-30T08:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-30T08:40:51.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's first air travel</title><content type='html'>Banta was asked by his company to travel to London for bussiness visit. It was Banta's first air travel and he was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he abroad the flight, He started feeling better seeing the crowd and their ease and comfort. And the plane was off to London peacefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after a British Airways flight had reached its cruising&lt;br /&gt;altitude, the captain announced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain.Welcome to Flight 293, non-stop&lt;br /&gt;from Delhi to London.&lt;br /&gt;The weather ahead is good, so we should have a smooth uneventful flight.&lt;br /&gt;So sit back,relax and...... OH, MY GOD !'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence followed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments later the captain came back on the intercom.&lt;br /&gt;'Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry if I scared you . While I was talking&lt;br /&gt;to you, a flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my&lt;br /&gt;lap. You should see the front of my pants!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta stood up and yelled... 'You come here  ... you should see the&lt;br /&gt;back of mine first!!!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1265165914009104674?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1265165914009104674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1265165914009104674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1265165914009104674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1265165914009104674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/10/bantas-first-air-travel.html' title='Banta&apos;s first air travel'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4603375870800925529</id><published>2010-10-28T12:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:19:59.692+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta as Surgeon</title><content type='html'>Banta was renowned surgeon of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person went into hospital one day to undergo a risky medical procedure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke to Banta (Head surgeon) earlier to explain that I was a little nervous, but Banta reassured him following way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's only a 1 in 100 chance of anything going seriously wrong," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besides, I've done 99 of these operations before and they've all been fine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4603375870800925529?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4603375870800925529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4603375870800925529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4603375870800925529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4603375870800925529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/10/banta-as-surgeon.html' title='Banta as Surgeon'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-965994542724088068</id><published>2010-10-28T07:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:33:15.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boy vs Girl</title><content type='html'>Boy: I think you are ABCDEFGHIJK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Adorable, beautiful, charming, delightful, elegant, feisty, gorgeous and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: And the 'IJK'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm just kidding!!&lt;div 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Girl'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4002809437797430094</id><published>2010-10-27T06:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-27T06:58:34.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Pope and KFC Deal</title><content type='html'>When KFC sales hit a lean patch, Colonel Sanders came up with a brilliant advertising idea. He got in touch with the Pope and asked him whether they could change the words of the Lord's prayer from "Give us this day our daily bread" to "Give us this day our daily chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't possibly do that" said the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even for 100,000 dollars?" asked the colonel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not even for 100,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later and KFC sales were declining even further. The colonel was getting desperate and made another call to the Pope. This time he offered 500,000 dollars to change the words from "bread" to "chicken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Pope refused. I can't possibly change the words of the Lord's prayer" he repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another six months by and KFC sales had reached an all time low, and the company was in danger of going out of business. Colonel Sanders made one last attempt to persuade the Pope to change the wording of the Lord's prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll donate 50million dollars to the Vatican if you change the word "bread" to "chicken""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is a lot of money" the Pope conceded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you'll do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll have to discuss it with the Cardinals"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Pope called a meeting of the Cardinals. He began,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have good news that, KFC are going to donate 50 million dollars to the Vatican. &lt;br /&gt;The bad news is, we'll have to end the Britania account."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4002809437797430094?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4002809437797430094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4002809437797430094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4002809437797430094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4002809437797430094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/10/pope-and-kfc-deal.html' title='The Pope and KFC Deal'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8010470653919451311</id><published>2010-10-16T11:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T13:22:28.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lord Shiva in bar!!</title><content type='html'>One day Lord Shiva decided to visit the earth and try some alcohol. So &lt;br /&gt;he changed his get-up and went to a bar in Delhi and asked the bartender: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What all do u have"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender : "We have whisky, rum, vodka, gin, beer etc etc.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Shiva: "Let's try whisky first, give me 5 bottles of whisky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having 5 bottles of whisky, Lord Shiva decided to try Rum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender was shocked :"Who is this man, after having 5 bottles of whisky,he is still on his feet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having 5 bottles of Rum, Shiva decided to have beer. After having 40 bottles &lt;br /&gt;of beer, he asked the bartender for Gin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender couldn't stop himself asking him : "Sir,who are you?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people getting drunk after having 4 glasses of whisky, and you've almost had 50 bottles and you are still on your feet, who are you"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Shiva : "VATS, Hum Bhagwaan Shiv hain". (Translation: Son, I am Lord Shiva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bartender : AB CHADHI ISKO!!             (Translation: Now It has an effect!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8010470653919451311?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8010470653919451311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8010470653919451311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8010470653919451311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8010470653919451311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/10/lord-shiva-in-bar.html' title='Lord Shiva in bar!!'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-301424324722472721</id><published>2010-09-22T14:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:25:12.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Jewish Couple</title><content type='html'>A Jewish husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big open mouthed kiss, then says she'll see him later and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more BMW in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's that woman with Moishe?" asks the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's his mistress," says her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ours is prettier," she replies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-301424324722472721?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/301424324722472721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=301424324722472721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/301424324722472721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/301424324722472721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/09/jewish-couple.html' title='A Jewish Couple'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3130134018822677740</id><published>2010-09-21T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:28:12.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE LATERAL THINKING PUZZLE 8 - LAWN MESS</title><content type='html'>It was a sunny day after many days of snow fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie was walking past Morkel’s house when he noticed 5 pieces of coal, a carrot and a scarf lying on Benny’s lawn. He thought that was odd so he knocks on Morkel’s door and asks, “Why did you put those bits and pieces on your lawn, Morkel?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t put them there,” says Morkel,“ in fact, nobody put them on my lawn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a perfectly logical reason for that being there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THAT REASON?&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;Answers in comment after few days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3130134018822677740?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3130134018822677740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3130134018822677740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3130134018822677740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3130134018822677740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/09/lateral-thinking-puzzle-8-lawn-mess.html' title='THE LATERAL THINKING PUZZLE 8 - LAWN MESS'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2279451527200347545</id><published>2010-07-17T13:39:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:02:10.388+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lateral Thinking Puzzle 7 : Raining puzzingly</title><content type='html'>Albie, Morkel, David and John were walking home together after attending their weekly Management class. It started to rain so all four of them set off on a run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie, Morkel and David got home with soaking wet hair, but John didn’t get his hair wet at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was not wearing a hat or helmet, nor was he carrying an umbrella, &lt;br /&gt;and he didn’t stop anywhere to take shelter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN’T JOHN GET HIS HAIR WET?&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;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Answer will be in comment after few days either by me or someone else :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2279451527200347545?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2279451527200347545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2279451527200347545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2279451527200347545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2279451527200347545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/07/lateral-thinking-puzzle-6-raining.html' title='The Lateral Thinking Puzzle 7 : Raining puzzingly'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6177339287084295501</id><published>2010-06-05T00:21:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:27:27.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lateral Thinking Puzzle 6 : The strange case of the tennis matches</title><content type='html'>Albie and Morkel are keen tennis players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday, they go to their local tennis club and play 3 tennis matches in a row.Then they left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, over coffee, they realized that they had both lost and won the same number of matches. How can that be possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Remember in tennis there is no draw match.&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;Ans =&gt; Look for answer in comment after few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6177339287084295501?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6177339287084295501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6177339287084295501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6177339287084295501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6177339287084295501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/06/lateral-thinking-puzzle-6-strange-case.html' title='The Lateral Thinking Puzzle 6 : The strange case of the tennis matches'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3028318325345632872</id><published>2010-05-30T12:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:50:03.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking Puzzle 5 -- The case of a lucky man</title><content type='html'>Morkel went early to his friend’s party. As soon as he got there, Morkel drank a glass of punch (a drink containing alcohol) from the punch bowl.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he then received an urgent message and left the party early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later found out that everyone else at the party who drank some punch subsequently died of poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DIDN’T MORKEL ALSO DIE?&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;Look for answer in comment after some days......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3028318325345632872?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3028318325345632872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3028318325345632872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3028318325345632872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3028318325345632872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lateral-thinking-puzzle-5-case-of-lucky.html' title='Lateral Thinking Puzzle 5 -- The case of a lucky man'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2828441000674768354</id><published>2010-05-27T23:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:26:01.528+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking Puzzle 4 -- The London rain</title><content type='html'>London in April is well known for being very rainy and all the locals wear raincoats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But not Albie. He is on holiday in London and has no coat or hat or umbrella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice afternoon tea he decides to go back to his hotel by walking across St James Park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Albie gets back to his hotel, he is absolute dry.&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;PS: Look for answer in comment after some days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2828441000674768354?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2828441000674768354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2828441000674768354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2828441000674768354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2828441000674768354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lateral-thinking-puzzle-3-london-rain.html' title='Lateral Thinking Puzzle 4 -- The London rain'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2942583943612632785</id><published>2010-05-15T13:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:49:56.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking Puzzle 3 -- The crazy barman</title><content type='html'>Albie goes into a wine bar, of all places. He goes up to the barman and says, “Glass of water, please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman immediately takes a gun from under the bar and points it at Albie’s head in a menacing fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie looks at the barman and says, “Thank you.” He then walks out of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENNED?&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;PS: Look for answer in comment after some days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2942583943612632785?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2942583943612632785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2942583943612632785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2942583943612632785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2942583943612632785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lateral-thinking-puzzle-3-crazy-barman.html' title='Lateral Thinking Puzzle 3 -- The crazy barman'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4952417897625076174</id><published>2010-05-12T23:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:08:13.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking Puzzle 2 --- The secret of mystery book</title><content type='html'>Albie was talking to Morkel one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In one of my books, Morkel, the end is in the first half of the book and the preface is in the second half. Not only that,” said Albie, “but the foreword comes after the epilogue, and the index precedes the introduction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s amazing,” said Morkel, “What kind of book is that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID ALBIE ANSWER?&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;PS:&lt;br /&gt;Look for answer in comment after few days .... But ppl don't wait for it and go for it :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4952417897625076174?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4952417897625076174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4952417897625076174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4952417897625076174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4952417897625076174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lateral-thinking-puzzle-2-secret-of.html' title='Lateral Thinking Puzzle 2 --- The secret of mystery book'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7618975429835751345</id><published>2010-05-10T20:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:46:45.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lateral thinking puzzle 1 -- The acting deaf dumb driver</title><content type='html'>Pammo was in a taxi on her way home. Baljeet, the taxi driver, knew she was a frequent visitor to the mall and is a well-known chatterbox. So he didn’t want to engage in conversation with her. So he pretended to be deaf and dumb. He pointed to his ears and mouth to indicate to her that he couldn’t hear or speak. This ruse seemed to work. The journey was peacefully silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived and Pammo had got out the taxi, Baljeet pointed to his meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pammo looked at the meter, read what she owed him, paid him and walked off. But she almost immediately realised that Baljeet couldn’t have been a deaf mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DID SHE KNOW THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;(Answer would be in comment if I didn't get it after 4 days :-) .... your time starts now...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7618975429835751345?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7618975429835751345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7618975429835751345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7618975429835751345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7618975429835751345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/05/lateral-thinking-puzzle-1-acting-deaf.html' title='Lateral thinking puzzle 1 -- The acting deaf dumb driver'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3354046184739305648</id><published>2010-04-25T01:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:04:38.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aliens understanding the golf</title><content type='html'>Two aliens are visiting Earth to research the sports played on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, their spaceship hovers over a golf course and the two aliens watch a solitary golfer in sheer amazement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golfer hits the tee shot, shanks his second into the rough deserted piece of land, takes three to get out of the rough onto the fairway, slices the next shot into the bushes, then takes a putter to get it out and on to the fairway again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One alien says to the other that he must be playing some sort of weird game. They continue to observe the golfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golfer then hits a shot into a bunker by the green, takes several shots to get out of the bunker and finally onto the green, and puts several times until he finally gets the ball into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the other alien says to his partner, "Aah, now he's really in some serious trouble!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3354046184739305648?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3354046184739305648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3354046184739305648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3354046184739305648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3354046184739305648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/04/aliens-understanding-golf.html' title='Aliens understanding the golf'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4663898095871808594</id><published>2010-04-23T22:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:28:49.477+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The New Comedian</title><content type='html'>Albie is always telling jokes and thinks he could make a great stand-up comedian. So when one of his friends suggests he do a try out, Albie volunteers to entertain patients in one of the wards at a nearby hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie starts by telling the patients some jokes and finishes by singing some funny songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before he leaves, he says to the patients, "I hope you all get better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One elderly male replies, "I hope you get better, too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4663898095871808594?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4663898095871808594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4663898095871808594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4663898095871808594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4663898095871808594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-comedian.html' title='The New Comedian'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1367404453624817847</id><published>2010-04-21T10:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:22:27.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Karthik calling karthik :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S86EWZfeWPI/AAAAAAAAACE/mZQQnzFSwXc/s1600/KandK.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S86EWZfeWPI/AAAAAAAAACE/mZQQnzFSwXc/s400/KandK.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462448918381877490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1367404453624817847?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1367404453624817847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1367404453624817847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1367404453624817847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1367404453624817847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/04/karthin-calling-karthik.html' title='Karthik calling karthik :-)'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S86EWZfeWPI/AAAAAAAAACE/mZQQnzFSwXc/s72-c/KandK.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4597992392454618571</id><published>2010-04-20T01:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:51:39.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The lost wallet</title><content type='html'>Banta had a habit of panicking over small events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once He rushes up to his wife Pammo and says, almost crying, "I can’t find my wallet. I’ve been looking for it everywhere. What should I do? I had over 2000 Rs in it, and all my credit cards, Oh Lord have mercy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down Banta," replies Pammo, "we just came back from shopping, so did you look in your jacket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course I did," replies Banta, "do you think I’m a fool? I’ve looked in my jacket’s inside pockets three times already and it’s not there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what about your trouser pockets?" asks Pammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’ve looked in there too," replies Banta, "but my wallet isn’t in either pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall I do, Pammo?  What shall I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh stop worrying like a kid," says Pammo. "What about the side pockets of your jacket? Have you checked your wallet isn’t in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m not such a big fool yet, Pammo," Banta cries. "Of course I haven’t looked in my jacket’s side pockets......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I give up the last bit of hope I have left?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4597992392454618571?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4597992392454618571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4597992392454618571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4597992392454618571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4597992392454618571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-wallet.html' title='The lost wallet'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8855591132976175301</id><published>2010-04-17T16:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:28:38.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reading out report card</title><content type='html'>Banta was reading out his son Bunty's report card. As he reads through the card he sees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi 43&lt;br /&gt;English 39&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 42&lt;br /&gt;Social studies 46&lt;br /&gt;Science 41&lt;br /&gt;computers 37&lt;br /&gt;drawing 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dancing 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon he finishes, He gives gentle slap to his son.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch,What?, says Bunty. Didn't you see I got so high marks for dancing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mark like these,"replies Banta", You still felt like dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8855591132976175301?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8855591132976175301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8855591132976175301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8855591132976175301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8855591132976175301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/04/reading-out-report-card.html' title='Reading out report card'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1810874671517711867</id><published>2010-02-17T23:07:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:38:54.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta - The vaccum cleaner salesman</title><content type='html'>Banta got a job of salesman in a vaccum cleaner company. As he was street smart guy and had a amazing knack of convincing people, He was very confident he will do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was entering into a colony in search of his first potential customer, He saw some dog shit on the path. His eyes lit up and decides what gimmick he is going to give and try it right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picks up the dog shit, puts them into one of his vacuum cleaner bags, wipes his hands on another bag, then knocks on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out comes an old lady sees a well-dressed Banta carrying a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello," Banta says to her, "Is it OK if I take a couple of minutes of your time to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go away," she says to him, "I haven’t any money." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as she starts to close the door, Banta pushes it open again. Please give me one chance, He pleads and before she can respond, Banta empties the dog turds onto her hallway carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then declares arrogantly and proudly, "If this vacuum cleaner doesn’t remove every trace of these dog turds from your carpet, I will immediately eat whatever is left" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he then asks for plug point for vaccum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied, "Let me bring a fork for your meal instead, The Electricity Board cut off my electricity this morning because I couldn’t pay their bill."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1810874671517711867?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1810874671517711867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1810874671517711867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1810874671517711867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1810874671517711867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/02/banta-vaccum-cleaner-salesman.html' title='Banta - The vaccum cleaner salesman'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2361769869242815819</id><published>2010-02-17T00:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-17T00:30:09.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>Pammo, Banta's wife was in her garden hanging up her washing when Kammo, her next door neighbour, poked her head over the fence and said, "I don’t like being the one to have to tell you this Pammo, but there's a rumour going around that your husband Banta is chasing the girls these days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what?" said Pammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But at his age!" said Kammo, "He's over 70 isn’t he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right he's seventy-two, so what?" replied Pammo, "Let him chase girls. Dogs chase cars, but when they catch one, can they drive it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2361769869242815819?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2361769869242815819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2361769869242815819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2361769869242815819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2361769869242815819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4141243439637425884</id><published>2010-02-03T21:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:57:39.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The ultimate excuse</title><content type='html'>Banta had just picked up his wife Pammo and their new baby from hospital and brought them home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not long before Pammo suggested that Banta should try his hand at changing a nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm busy," he said. "I promise I'll do the next one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time soon came around so Pammo asked him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta looked at Pammo and said, innocently, "I didn't mean the next nappy, I meant the next baby."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4141243439637425884?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4141243439637425884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4141243439637425884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4141243439637425884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4141243439637425884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimate-excuse.html' title='The ultimate excuse'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-511744738073463807</id><published>2010-01-28T22:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:28:33.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Bear family in some  forest</title><content type='html'>It's a lovely hot, sunny morning in the forest where the bear family live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was mummy bear, daddy bear and baby bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bear goes downstairs for breakfast and as usual sits down in his small chair at the end of the table. He looks at his small plate and guess what? It’s empty.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's been eating my breakfast?" he shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy bear then makes an appearance and sits in his big chair. He looks at his big plate and guess what? It too is empty.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's been eating my breakfast?" he roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing all this complaining, Mumma bear puts her head through the serving hatch and shouts at Daddy bear and Baby bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times do we have to go through this?  she shouts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who got up first. &lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who woke up everybody else in the house.&lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. &lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who went out into the cold early morning air to fetch the newspapers and breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who set the breakfast table. &lt;br /&gt;It was mummy bear who filled the cat's milk and food dishes, &lt;br /&gt;and it was mummy bear who cleaned the litter box and took the dog for a walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now that you two have finally decided to get out of bed and grace me with your presence, listen good because I'm only going to say this one more time.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made the bloody breakfast yet!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-511744738073463807?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/511744738073463807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=511744738073463807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/511744738073463807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/511744738073463807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/bear-family-in-some-forest.html' title='A Bear family in some  forest'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7038796971723282362</id><published>2010-01-22T19:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:20:05.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Albie's curious case</title><content type='html'>Albie was 70 years old and makes an appointment to see his doctor. His doctor asks him a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Albie, what about urination? Do you have any problems?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie replies, "No doctor, it’s very regular, every morning at precisely 7am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about your bowel movements?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie replies, "They’re fine also doctor, every morning at precisely 8am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asks, "So then why did you come to see me, Mr Albie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie replies, "Doctor, But I don’t wake up before 10am."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7038796971723282362?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7038796971723282362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7038796971723282362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7038796971723282362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7038796971723282362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/albies-curious-case.html' title='Albie&apos;s curious case'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1326113345197037253</id><published>2010-01-19T23:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:52:39.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Precaution before arrival of mother in law</title><content type='html'>Banta took his spaniel dog to the vet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor Abraham," he said sadly, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to cut off my dog's tail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Abraham stepped back in shock, "Banta, why should I do such a terrible thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually Sir, my mother-in-law is arriving tomorrow, and I don't want anything to make her think she's welcome."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1326113345197037253?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1326113345197037253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1326113345197037253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1326113345197037253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1326113345197037253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/precaution-before-arrival-of-mother-in.html' title='Precaution before arrival of mother in law'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8198233687499224714</id><published>2010-01-19T13:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:23:23.357+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal for elephant</title><content type='html'>Santa and Banta met in a restaurant for a business lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa said, "I have a good deal for you, Banta. When I was in Kerala Zoo recently, I happened to pick up 3 elephants they didn’t need any more. I could let you one for three thousand Rupees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta sipped his gin and said, "Santa, what am I going to do with an elephant? I live in a third floor flat. I barely have room for my furniture. I can't even squeeze in a card table. So you think I'm going to buy an elephant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa said, "I could let you have all three of them for two thousand rupees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah," said Banta smiling, "now you're talking business!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8198233687499224714?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8198233687499224714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8198233687499224714' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8198233687499224714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8198233687499224714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/deal-for-elephant.html' title='Deal for elephant'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2372617959054986399</id><published>2010-01-18T22:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:17:16.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>customer is always right</title><content type='html'>Banta was in his usual nasty mood as he goes into a bank and says to the women cashier behind the window, "I want to open a bloody deposit account."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The astonished woman replies, "I do beg your pardon, but I must have misheard you. What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So listen carefully this time, you stupid moron," shouts Banta, angrily, "I said I want to open a bloody deposit account right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry sir, but I won’t tolerate that kind of language," and with that she leaves her window and goes to see the bank manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager agrees with her that she certainly shouldn’t have to listen to foul language. They both return to her window and the manager says to Banta, "What seems to be the problem, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no damn problem," Banta says, "I’ve just won 1 crore on the lottery and all I want to do is open a bloody deposit account in this bloody awful bank!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see, " says the manager, "and is this bitch giving you a hard time, Sir?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2372617959054986399?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2372617959054986399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2372617959054986399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2372617959054986399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2372617959054986399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/customer-is-always-right.html' title='customer is always right'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-433792640582224375</id><published>2010-01-16T10:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:35:06.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Albie and Marry in their 80s</title><content type='html'>One night, Albie and Marry, both in their eighties, go to Empire Restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albie orders just one plate of salt chicken, Mushroom frieds and new green cucumbers. Then, when it arrives, he tucks into his favourite food. Marry just sits there watching him enjoy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Benny, sitting at a table nearby, notices that Marry hasn’t got a meal. He then gets quite upset when, with plenty of food still left on his plate, Albie puts down his knife and fork, removes his napkin and puts it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How mean,” thought Benny, “the elderly lady is just sitting there without any food. Maybe they can’t afford two meals?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Benny goes over to Marry and says, “I hope you won’t be offended but I see you don’t have anything to eat. Could I please treat you to a meal? It would really make me happy if you said yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry replies, “That’s very kind of you but there is no need to worry about me. My husband Albie and I share everything 50/50 and now that he’s eaten his half, it will soon be my turn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what are you waiting for?” asks Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The teeth.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-433792640582224375?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/433792640582224375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=433792640582224375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/433792640582224375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/433792640582224375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/albie-and-marry-in-their-80s.html' title='Albie and Marry in their 80s'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2503935140656845985</id><published>2010-01-15T14:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:58:19.474+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's Motor bike revealed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S1A06eiMqQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Nfbqa2wmFYU/s1600-h/bicycle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S1A06eiMqQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Nfbqa2wmFYU/s320/bicycle.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426895730215004418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2503935140656845985?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2503935140656845985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2503935140656845985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2503935140656845985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2503935140656845985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/bantas-bicycle-revealed.html' title='Banta&apos;s Motor bike revealed!!'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e960JC13-WA/S1A06eiMqQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Nfbqa2wmFYU/s72-c/bicycle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2775971149711210761</id><published>2010-01-14T21:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:06:22.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom on efficiency from expert</title><content type='html'>Banta was an efficiency expert and at the end of one of his lectures to professionals, he concluded with a note of caution. "Please don't try these techniques at home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?" asked Albie, who was in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I watched my wife's routine at breakfast for years," Banta explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She made lots of trips between the refrigerator, oven, table and cupboards, often carrying a single item at a time. One day I told her, 'Darling, why don't you try carrying several things at once?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did it save time?" Albie asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, yes," replied Banta. "It used to take her 20 minutes to make breakfast. Now I do it in 7 minutes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2775971149711210761?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2775971149711210761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2775971149711210761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2775971149711210761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2775971149711210761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/wisdom-on-efficiency-from-expert.html' title='Wisdom on efficiency from expert'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6470625917849587712</id><published>2010-01-10T22:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:36:14.777+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mother-in-law's  illness</title><content type='html'>Banta meets Santa in the street. Banta says, “Is it true, Santa, that your mother-in law is ill?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.” , replied Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In fact,I heard that she is in hospital.” queried Banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”, replied Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long has she been in hospital?”, again queried Banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa replies, “29 more days please G0D and it will be a month.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6470625917849587712?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6470625917849587712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6470625917849587712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6470625917849587712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6470625917849587712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/mother-in-law-illness.html' title='Mother-in-law&apos;s  illness'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-987077218327513686</id><published>2010-01-07T13:23:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:48:30.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Engineer's life after death</title><content type='html'>An engineer dies and reports to the pearly gates. St. Peter checks his dossier and says, "Ah, you're an engineer—you're in the wrong place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the engineer reports to the gates of hell and is let in. Pretty soon, the engineer gets dissatisfied with the level of comfort in hell, and starts designing and building improvements. After awhile, they've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and the engineer is a pretty popular guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, God calls Satan up on the telephone and says with a sneer, "So, how's it going down there in hell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan replies, "Hey, things are going great. We've got air conditioning and flush toilets and escalators, and there's no telling what this engineer is going to come up with next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replies, "What??? You've got an engineer? That's a mistake -- he should never have gotten down there; send him up here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan says, "No way. I like having an engineer on the staff, and I'm keeping him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, "Send him back up here or I'll sue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan laughs uproariously and answers, "Yeah, right. And just where are YOU going to get a lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy : sagar masuti)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-987077218327513686?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/987077218327513686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=987077218327513686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/987077218327513686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/987077218327513686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2010/01/engineers-life-after-death.html' title='Engineer&apos;s life after death'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7619526976573473096</id><published>2009-12-31T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:38:10.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abe - The perfect Bachelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Benny, the matchmaker, goes to see Abe, a confirmed bachelor for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Abe, you mustn't wait too long. I have exactly the one you need. You only have to say the word and you'll meet and be married in no time!" says Benny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Don't bother," replies Abe, "I've two sisters at home, who look after all my needs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"That's all well and good," said Benny, "but all the sisters in the world cannot fill the role of a wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"I said 'two sisters'. I didn't say they were mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7619526976573473096?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7619526976573473096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7619526976573473096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7619526976573473096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7619526976573473096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/12/abe-perfect-bachelor.html' title='Abe - The perfect Bachelor'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1014621027670397547</id><published>2009-12-31T00:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:07:33.245+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's Marriage Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Banta preaches, "Don’t marry a beautiful person. They may leave you. 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Look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt; "DalJeet," says the Banta, "Show you are Punjabi" !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Woof!" says the dog, stands on his hind legs, opens his bag (which was hanging with his neck), takes out a turban and puts it on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt; "Woof!" says the dog, stands on his hind legs, opens bag again, takes out a sword and displays his swords skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;"That's fantastic," says the owner, "absolutely amazing, incredible! You should take him to Hollywood, get him on television, get him in the movies, he could make a million dollars!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt; "Please, You speak to him and make him understand," says Banta, "he wants to be a dentist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-9188901559903571626?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9188901559903571626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=9188901559903571626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9188901559903571626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9188901559903571626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/12/punjabi-dog.html' title='Punjabi Dog'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-324382073970451443</id><published>2009-12-26T10:22:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-26T10:37:05.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta stole priest's golden watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Banta has stolen the priest's gold watch from gurudwara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He didn't feel too good about it, so he decided, after a sleepless night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;to go to the priest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Sir, I stole a gold watch.', regretted Banta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'But Banta ! That's forbidden! You should return it immediately !'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'What shall I do ?' . asks Banta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Give it back to the owner.', concluded Priest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Do you want it ?' , quipped Banta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'No, I said return it to its owner.', replied Priest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'But he doesn't want it.', replied Banta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'In that case, you can keep it.' conclude&lt;span&gt;d Priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-324382073970451443?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/324382073970451443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=324382073970451443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/324382073970451443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/324382073970451443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/12/banta-stole-priests-golden-watch.html' title='Banta stole priest&apos;s golden watch'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7184091453230552420</id><published>2009-10-28T14:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:51:59.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta visit to dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;One day, Banta goes to his dentist and asks him how much it will cost to extract a wisdom tooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eight hundred," the dentist says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"That's a ridiculous amount," Banta says. "Isn't there a cheaper way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the dentist says, "if I don't use an anaesthetic, I can knock it down to 600."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"That's still too expensive," Banta says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," says the dentist. "If I save on anaesthesia and simply rip the teeth out with a pair of pliers, I could get away with charging you only 200."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"No," moans Banta, "it's still too much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Hmm," says the dentist, scratching his head. "If I let one of my students do it without anaesthetic and use a pair of old pliers - just for the experience, you understand, I suppose I could charge you just 100 Rs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;"Marvellous," says Banta, "book my appointment for my wife Pammo for next Tuesday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7184091453230552420?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7184091453230552420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7184091453230552420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7184091453230552420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7184091453230552420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/10/banta-visit-to-dentist.html' title='Banta visit to dentist'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3534022058655379034</id><published>2009-07-13T12:48:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:58:24.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Punjabi bar</title><content type='html'>Banta took one of his friend to a punjabi bar. Most of the people sitting there were sardars.Banta being regular customer was greeted by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta then ordered beer and both were sitting having their beers when someone yelled "21", and there was a small uproar of laughter. A few minutes later someone else yelled "34" and another roar of laughter rose up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta's freind got confused about this, asked Banta "Why is everyone laughing at the numbers being called out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta said, "Well we've been telling the same jokes for so many years that we just numbered them all and if you want to tell a joke you just call out a number"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta' friend nodded and said "Can I try?" Banta nodded and his friend called out "121" and everyone in the club roared with laughter and it didn't die down for at least another 15 minutes after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did everyone laugh so hard at that joke?" Banta's friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta said with a small chuckle, "We haven't heard that one before."&lt;span id="vote3540"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3534022058655379034?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3534022058655379034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3534022058655379034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3534022058655379034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1666963393294900626</id><published>2009-06-24T10:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:53:50.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Mattakk kali</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=609e799fc6&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12210aec7b0c9891&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.1&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 390px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=609e799fc6&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12210aec7b0c9891&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.1&amp;amp;zw" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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kali'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4640544597683277159</id><published>2009-06-23T18:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:57:49.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Paki at the doctor's clinic</title><content type='html'>A Paki  is at his doctors complaining of chest pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After extensive tests, the doctor announces the findings of the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Sir, I have some good news and bad news for you. Firstly you appear to have the painful and life threatening condition Emphysema, caused by your constant smoking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," says Paki, "What's the good news, then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor replies, "That is the good news. The bad news is -  There is a cure."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4640544597683277159?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4640544597683277159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4640544597683277159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4640544597683277159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4640544597683277159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/06/paki-at-doctors-clinic.html' title='A Paki at the doctor&apos;s clinic'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8899398493807031316</id><published>2009-06-22T21:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:21:11.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Businessman and Banta of remote village</title><content type='html'>A businessman, hopelessly lost in a far off village where Banta lived, approaches him for some directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, sir," the man asks Banta , "what is the quickest way to the capital from this village?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, are you going to be walking or driving?" asks Banata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm driving there." replied the businessman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, I'd definitely say that's the quick&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;est way then.", concluded Banta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8899398493807031316?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8899398493807031316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8899398493807031316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8899398493807031316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8899398493807031316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/06/businessman-and-banta-of-remote-village.html' title='Businessman and Banta of remote village'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-560232486088349486</id><published>2009-06-19T19:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:19:48.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Experience Vs Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="arial"&gt;A farmer rears twenty-five young hens and one old cock. As he feels that the old cock could no longer handle his job efficiently, the farmer bought one young cock from the market. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Old cock to Young cock : "Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Old cock : In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young cock : O.K. What kind of competition? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Old cock: 50 meter run. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Confidently, the following morning, the Young cock allows the Old cock to start off and when the  Old cock crosses the 10 meters mark the Young cock chases him with all his might. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Suddenly, Bang! ...... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Hell ! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-560232486088349486?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/560232486088349486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=560232486088349486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/560232486088349486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/560232486088349486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/06/experience-vs-talent.html' title='Experience Vs Talent'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1945932575784444182</id><published>2009-02-06T17:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:45:41.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's son monty</title><content type='html'>Teacher took a 5 rupee coin and dip it in a glass filled with mild acid and then asked the students, "Tell me whether this coin will melt or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty answered, "Sir, The coin will not melt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher replied, "very good, Now explain why!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty, "Sir, if it would have melted then you would have dipped 1 rupee instead of 5."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1945932575784444182?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1945932575784444182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1945932575784444182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1945932575784444182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1945932575784444182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/02/bantas-son-monty.html' title='Banta&apos;s son monty'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8219115325392407707</id><published>2009-01-07T18:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:30:44.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta - the lion tamer</title><content type='html'>An apprentice is training to be a lion tamer, and it's his first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The master tamer Banta was telling him what to do."Firstly, if the lion growls, move back slightly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, if the lion keeps growling, and moves towards you, move back a little more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, if the lion is still growling and advancing on you, throw a load of shit in its face and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The apprentice replies, "but what if there is no shit to throw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry," replies the Banta, "if a lion is advancing on you, there will be!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8219115325392407707?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8219115325392407707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8219115325392407707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8219115325392407707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8219115325392407707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/01/banta-lion-tamer.html' title='Banta - the lion tamer'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-9189172977806520752</id><published>2009-01-07T18:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:19:08.531+05:30</updated><title type='text'>65 year-old woman gave birth</title><content type='html'>A 65 year-old woman gave birth to a baby. She is discharged from the hospital and goes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her relatives came to see this miracle and also were bit burried as how she will cope up the situation  “May we see the new baby?” one asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet… soon,” says the 65 year-old mother, chatting away with her visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes had passed, and another relative asks, “May we see the new baby now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet,” replies the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another few minutes had elapsed, they ask again, “May we see the baby now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” replies the mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing very impatient, they ask, “So, when can we see the baby?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well..... when it cries,” she tells them.“WHEN IT CRIES!” they exclaim, “why on earth do we have to wait until it cries?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because," she explains, "I've forgotten where I put it...”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-9189172977806520752?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9189172977806520752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=9189172977806520752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9189172977806520752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9189172977806520752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2009/01/65-year-old-woman-gave-birth.html' title='65 year-old woman gave birth'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8943803305794174536</id><published>2008-12-11T22:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:51:42.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta went to buy curtain</title><content type='html'>Banta went to a shop that sells curtain. He asked for light blue color curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman showed him quite many varieties but Banta was struggling to chose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he choses one with beautiful light blue with white shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman said, Thats a good choice sir and then asked what size he is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replied,  "yeah I would like 15 inches long."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman, "Excuse me sir, 15 inches is too small, what kind of room are you preferring for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replied, "Its not for any room but for my new computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman, "Forgive me Sir, But computers don't need curtains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta, "Oye dear, I have got Windows!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8943803305794174536?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8943803305794174536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8943803305794174536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8943803305794174536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8943803305794174536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/banta-went-to-buy-curtain.html' title='Banta went to buy curtain'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3871951745647541571</id><published>2008-12-10T18:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:23:28.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta threw a paki from 10th floor</title><content type='html'>Banta was accused of throwing a paki from 10th floor of a building and his case was heard by the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge after hearing concluded, "Banta, You are sentenced to 2 years of imprisonment!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta reacted, "c'mmon my lord, He was a paki. Thats unfair!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge responded, "Thats Ok,  But it could have hit anybody on the road."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3871951745647541571?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3871951745647541571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3871951745647541571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3871951745647541571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3871951745647541571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/banta-threw-paki-from-10th-floor.html' title='Banta threw a paki from 10th floor'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8268692980364125107</id><published>2008-12-09T14:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:44:43.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Sardar finds a magical lamp</title><content type='html'>A Sardar finds a magic lamp and when he rubs it a genie pops out. "Ah, hell," says the genie, "What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sardar says "I want a huge mansion with a thousand rooms and a hundred floors, in the heart of Delhi city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie looks at him and says "don't be an idiot, do you have any idea how costly the city is? that's impossible. pick something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Sardar says "I want everyone to stop making fun of me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genie says "so this mansion, you want all rooms with attached bathrooms?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8268692980364125107?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8268692980364125107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8268692980364125107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8268692980364125107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8268692980364125107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/sardar-finds-magical-lamp.html' title='A Sardar finds a magical lamp'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-9168691312095138222</id><published>2008-12-06T17:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:07:51.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its not good to be extremist</title><content type='html'>Three Men were waiting to go to heaven. St Peter was at the gate and said, "How much good you were to your wife that is the vehicle you will get in the heaven accordingly".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy comes up to the gate and says, "I never, ever cheated on my wife and I love her". So St. Peter gives him a Rolls Royce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next man comes up and says, "I cheated on my wife a little but I still love her." He gets a BMW and drives off into heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next guy came up and said, "I cheated on my wife  alot". He gets a scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day the guy that got the scooter was riding along and he saw the guy who owned the Rolls Royce crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Why are you crying you have such a nice car?!" and the man sobbed, "My wife just went by on roller skates".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-9168691312095138222?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9168691312095138222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=9168691312095138222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9168691312095138222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9168691312095138222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-its-good-to-be-bad.html' title='Its not good to be extremist'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2856355911026446167</id><published>2008-12-06T16:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:00:19.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once a Punjabi did right</title><content type='html'>Once a Punjabi, a maarwadi, and a Bengali - are crossing the road, when a bus runs them all over, killing them instantly. They appear before Yamraj, who prepares to let them into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three plead and beg to be allowed to go back, as they're only young and haven't led full lives. Eventually, Yamraj relents and lets them go back to earth - on the one condition that they each pay him 10 thousands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punjabi pays his 10 thousand straight away, and BANG!!, he's back in the same street he had just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, he goes into the nearest pub, and tells all of his mates his amazing story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they don't believe him. "So," asks one mate, "if all this is true, then where's maarwadi  and the bengali?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says the Punjabi, "when I left them, the marwadi had him down to 6.5 thousand, and the Bengali was arguing that the government should pay for it as he pays his taxes and roads are not proper which leads to these accident."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2856355911026446167?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2856355911026446167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2856355911026446167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2856355911026446167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2856355911026446167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/once-punjabi-did-right.html' title='Once a Punjabi did right'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4237681592400313181</id><published>2008-12-06T12:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:18:42.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta goes fishing</title><content type='html'>Banta was caught carrying a bag of fish one day from prohibited fishing zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer catch him and asked, 'Are you aware fishing is illegal here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replies 'I wasn't fishing here, these are my fish. Every night I take them down to the water and let them out for a swim then I shout them back and they swim back into the bag'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh is it, let us witness this'  says the policeman sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk down to the water and Banta releases the fish back into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Right, shout them back' the policeman says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shout back what?'  Banta replies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4237681592400313181?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4237681592400313181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4237681592400313181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4237681592400313181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4237681592400313181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/banta-goes-fishing.html' title='Banta goes fishing'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8877709996114615612</id><published>2008-12-02T16:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:40:35.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta interviewed for signalman for railways</title><content type='html'>Banta wants a job as a signalman on the railways. He is told to meet the inspector at the signal box for an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inspector asks "What would you do if you realised that two trains were heading for each other on the same track?"&lt;br /&gt;Banta says, "I would switch the points for one of the trains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if the lever broke?" asked the inspector.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'd dash down out of the signal box," said Banta, "and I'd use the manual lever over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if that had been struck by lightning?", asked  the Inspector.&lt;br /&gt;"Then," Banta continues, "I'd run back into the signal box and phone the next signal box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if the phone was engaged?", questioned the Inspector.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well then I'd run into the village and get Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puzzles the inspector, so he asks, "Why would you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because that idiot has never seen a train crash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8877709996114615612?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8877709996114615612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8877709996114615612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8877709996114615612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8877709996114615612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/12/banta-interviewed-for-signalman-for.html' title='Banta interviewed for signalman for railways'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6542330384758620582</id><published>2008-11-30T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:33:04.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Three woman knitting sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Three women were in the waiting room of a    gynecologist, and each of them was knitting a sweater for their    baby-to-be. The first one stopped and took a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What was that?" The others asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Oh, it was Vitamin C - I want my baby to be    healthy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few minutes later, another woman took a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What was that?" the others asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Oh, it was iron - I want my baby to be big and    strong." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They continued knitting. Finally the third woman    took a pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"What was that?" the others asked her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"It was Thalidomide," she said, "I just can't get    the arms right on this damn sweater!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6542330384758620582?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6542330384758620582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6542330384758620582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6542330384758620582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6542330384758620582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-woman-knitting-sweater.html' title='Three woman knitting sweater'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2493137770928716160</id><published>2008-11-28T03:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-28T03:29:39.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The cabby driver</title><content type='html'>A taxi passenger tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The driver screamed, lost control of the car, nearly hit a bus, went up on the footpath, and stopped centimeters from a shop window. For a second everything went quiet in the cab, then the driver said, "Look mate, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The passenger apologized and said, "I didn't realize that a little tap would scare you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The driver replied, "Sorry, it's not really your fault. Today is my first day as a cab driver. I've been driving a funeral van for the last 25 years."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2493137770928716160?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2493137770928716160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2493137770928716160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2493137770928716160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2493137770928716160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/cabby-driver.html' title='The cabby driver'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7473549861131453483</id><published>2008-11-27T23:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:26:53.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What one wall says to the other???</title><content type='html'>What one wall says to the other one????&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;what else it could ???&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given up..... Ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says, "Lets meet at the corner...."    (Vom*** he he)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7473549861131453483?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7473549861131453483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7473549861131453483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7473549861131453483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7473549861131453483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-one-wall-says-to-other.html' title='What one wall says to the other???'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6199692856454439416</id><published>2008-11-22T22:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:25:40.678+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once an LA girl</title><content type='html'>Once an LA girl is walking down the street with her left breast hanging out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police car pulls up and says, "Miss, put your left breast back in&lt;br /&gt;your top or i will arrest you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA girl looks down and says, "Oh God !! .....I 've left the baby on the bus again".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6199692856454439416?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6199692856454439416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6199692856454439416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6199692856454439416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6199692856454439416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-la-girl.html' title='Once an LA girl'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8697491094474002445</id><published>2008-11-15T13:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:21:27.488+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's strange disease</title><content type='html'>Banta's wife Pammo goes to her psychiatrist and says, "Doctor, I want to talk to you about my husband, Banta. He thinks he is a refrigerator."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  "That's not so bad," says the psychiatrist, "it is a rather harmless complex."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  "Well, maybe," replies Pammo, "but he sleeps with his mouth open and the light keeps me awake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8697491094474002445?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8697491094474002445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8697491094474002445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8697491094474002445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8697491094474002445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/bantas-strange-disease.html' title='Banta&apos;s strange disease'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-9001958300073098241</id><published>2008-11-15T12:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T12:20:31.539+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JESUS vs SATAN</title><content type='html'>Jesus and Satan were having an argument about who was   better on the computer.&lt;br /&gt; They had been going at it for days and God was tired of hearing all the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from the results I shall judge who does the better job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moused.&lt;br /&gt; They faxed.&lt;br /&gt; They e-mailed.&lt;br /&gt; They e-mailed with attachments.&lt;br /&gt; They downloaded.&lt;br /&gt; They did spreadsheets.&lt;br /&gt; They wrote reports.&lt;br /&gt; They created labels and cards.&lt;br /&gt; They created charts and graphs.&lt;br /&gt; They did some genealogy reports.&lt;br /&gt; They did every job known to man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell. Then ten minutes before their time was up lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured and, of course, the power went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse known in the underworld.&lt;br /&gt; Jesus just sighed. Finally the electricity came back on and they restarted their computers.&lt;br /&gt; Satan started searching frantically, screaming : "It's gone! It's all GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I lost everything when the power went off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.&lt;br /&gt; "Wait!" Satan screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and all mine's gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God just shrugged and said, JESUS SAVES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-9001958300073098241?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9001958300073098241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=9001958300073098241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9001958300073098241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/9001958300073098241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus-saves.html' title='JESUS vs SATAN'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1655137705504651609</id><published>2008-11-12T12:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:46:01.322+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer and the client</title><content type='html'>Lawyer: I have some good news and some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Client: Well, give me the bad news first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lawyer: The bad news is that the DNA tests showed that it was your blood    they found all over the crime scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Client: Oh no! I'm ruined! What's the good news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Lawyer: The good news is your cholesterol is down to 130!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1655137705504651609?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1655137705504651609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1655137705504651609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1655137705504651609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1655137705504651609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/lawyer-and-client.html' title='Lawyer and the client'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4851651709145169240</id><published>2008-11-10T02:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:07:24.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>call for librarian at midnight</title><content type='html'>What time does the library open?" the man on the phone asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nine A.M." came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what's the idea of calling me at home in the middle of the night to ask a question like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not until nine A.M.?" the man asked in a disappointed voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not till nine A.M.!" the librarian said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want to get in before nine A.M.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who said I wanted to get in?" the man sighed sadly. "I want to get out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4851651709145169240?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4851651709145169240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4851651709145169240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4851651709145169240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4851651709145169240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/call-for-librarian-at-midnight.html' title='call for librarian at midnight'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6468913867133159855</id><published>2008-11-10T00:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:25:35.258+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta got tennis ball</title><content type='html'>One day while jogging,  Banta noticed a tennis ball lying by the side of the walk. Being fairly new and in good condition, he picked the ball up, put it in his pocket and proceeded on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way to home he met Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa asked, ""What do you have in your pocket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tennis ball?" Banta said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uff," said Santa looking upset. "That must hurt. I once had tennis elbow and the pain was unbearable!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6468913867133159855?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6468913867133159855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6468913867133159855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6468913867133159855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6468913867133159855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/banta-got-tennis-ball.html' title='Banta got tennis ball'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-855705829267780898</id><published>2008-11-04T00:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:21:01.457+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Man of 80 marries Girl of 21</title><content type='html'>The event made headlines news in the local paper."Man of 80 marries Girl of 21."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple held a press conference after their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How often do you have sex?" shouted the Journalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nearly every night!" replied the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nearly on Monday, nearly on Tuesday, Wednesday..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-855705829267780898?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/855705829267780898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=855705829267780898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/855705829267780898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/855705829267780898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-of-80-marries-girl-of-21.html' title='Man of 80 marries Girl of 21'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3508989028944895238</id><published>2008-11-04T00:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:12:58.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta as Museum curator</title><content type='html'>Banta has been working as curator in Natural History Museum in London for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was looking at Dinosaurs bones kept in the museum and asked Banta how old the bones were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replied: 'They are 3 million, four years, and six months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Wonder me!' the man said. 'How do you know their age so precisely?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta  said 'Well, they were three million years old when I started working here, and that was four and a half years ago.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3508989028944895238?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3508989028944895238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3508989028944895238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3508989028944895238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3508989028944895238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/banta-as-museum-curator.html' title='Banta as Museum curator'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-2924069917028792186</id><published>2008-10-13T01:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:05:20.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things to Say When Caught Sleeping at Your Desk</title><content type='html'>10. "They told me at the Blood Bank this might happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "This is just a 15 minute power nap they raved about in the timemanagement course you sent me to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the Whiteout. You probably got herejust in time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new business strategy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work-relatedstress. Are you discriminatory toward people who practice Yoga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Darn! Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out how tohandle that big accounting problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Did you ever notice sound coming out of these keyboards when you putyour ear down real close?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. "Who put decaf in the wrong pot?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND THE NUMBER ONE best thing to say if you get caught sleeping at yourdesk........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Raise your head slowly and say, "...in the name of lord' name, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributer --- Ranjith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-2924069917028792186?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2924069917028792186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=2924069917028792186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2924069917028792186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/2924069917028792186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-to-say-when-caught-sleeping-at.html' title='Things to Say When Caught Sleeping at Your Desk'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-571425394534357678</id><published>2008-10-13T00:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:57:47.611+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Man and his wife</title><content type='html'>A  Man was sitting in a fine restaurant when his wife looks over at a nearby table and sees a man in a drunken stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I notice you've been watching that man for some time now. Do you know him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she replies, "He's my ex-husband, and has been drinking like that since I left him seven years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man said, "That's remarkable, I wouldn't think anybody could celebrate that long."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-571425394534357678?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/571425394534357678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=571425394534357678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/571425394534357678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/571425394534357678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-and-his-wife.html' title='Man and his wife'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3865408806529681405</id><published>2008-10-13T00:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:53:26.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kids Joke #1</title><content type='html'>TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now Bantu, do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bantu: Because George still had the axe in his hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3865408806529681405?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3865408806529681405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3865408806529681405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3865408806529681405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3865408806529681405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-joke-1.html' title='Kids Joke #1'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-5153118227103876540</id><published>2008-10-13T00:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:49:34.425+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A School in punjab</title><content type='html'>TEACHER: Bantu, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bantu: Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS: Bantu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-5153118227103876540?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/5153118227103876540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=5153118227103876540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/5153118227103876540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/5153118227103876540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-in-punjaab.html' title='A School in punjab'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6113639485972855944</id><published>2008-10-13T00:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T00:45:26.020+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Santa Banta as Hunters</title><content type='html'>Santa  and Banta are two avid hunters who got a pilot to take them to Africa to hunt deers. They bagged six. As they were loading them on the plane to come home, the pilot tells them the plane can only carry four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Santa Banta objected strongly. "Last year we shot six and the pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all six animals were loaded.Unfortunately, even on full power the little plane couldn't handle the load and went down a few moments after takeoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Climbing out of the wreck Banta asked Santa, "Any idea where we are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I think we're pretty close to where we crashed last year."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6113639485972855944?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6113639485972855944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6113639485972855944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6113639485972855944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6113639485972855944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/santa-banta-as-hunters.html' title='Santa Banta as Hunters'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4090237623967000190</id><published>2008-10-12T23:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:54:18.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta's wife goes missing</title><content type='html'>There was devastating flood in Banta's home town and Banta's wife was missing. When the things became slightly better Banta set out to look for his missing wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way he find another man looking mad for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta asked, "Hey Friend, What you are looking for" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man said , "I am looking for my wife which goes missing after this flood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta said, "Me too,  What a coincidence!! Now we can help each other, How your wife looks like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, "Well, she is 27 yrs old, tall, with curly black hair, blue eyes, long legs, good health, and she's wearing tight white shorts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your wife look like?"The man asked Banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't matter!! said Banta excitedly, let's look for yours first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4090237623967000190?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4090237623967000190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4090237623967000190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4090237623967000190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4090237623967000190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/10/bantas-wife-goes-missing.html' title='Banta&apos;s wife goes missing'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1783210012165839302</id><published>2008-09-22T21:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:52:14.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A women and her ugly baby</title><content type='html'>A woman gets on a bus with her baby. As she pays for her ticket, the bus driver says: "That's the ugliest baby I've ever seen. Ugh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The woman sits down, fuming. She says to a man next to her: "The driver just insulted me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says: "You shouldn't take that. You tell him off – go ahead, I'll hold your monkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1783210012165839302?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1783210012165839302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1783210012165839302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1783210012165839302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1783210012165839302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/women-and-her-ugly-baby.html' title='A women and her ugly baby'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3352219639535731727</id><published>2008-09-22T21:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:45:08.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sister Martha</title><content type='html'>Antony approached Tomy's bar. On the step outside he was confronted by a nun, Sister Martha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha said: 'Surely a fine man like yourself is not going into this house of ignominity? Surely you're not going to waste your hard-earned cash on the devil's bar. Why don't you go home and feed and clothe your wife and children?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hang on, Sisters,' said Antony. 'How can you condemn alcohol out of hand? Surely it's wrong to form such a rash judgement when you've never tasted the stuff?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Very well,' said Sister Martha. Till taste it just to prove my point. Obviously I can't go into the pub, so why don't you bring me some gin. Oh, and just to camouflage my intent, maybe you should bring it in a cup not a glass!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK,' said Antony and into the bar he went. 'I'll have a large gin,' he said to the barman. 'And can you put it in a cup?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 'My God,' said the barman, 'that nun's not outside again is she?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3352219639535731727?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3352219639535731727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3352219639535731727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3352219639535731727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3352219639535731727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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don't forget to keep their copies."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-342027005987060095?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/342027005987060095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=342027005987060095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/342027005987060095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/342027005987060095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/banta-and-his-secretary.html' title='Banta and his secretary'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-5956917143657166394</id><published>2008-09-18T17:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:15:47.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Money Hai to Honey hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ec446031b259521" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-620716467909923821</id><published>2008-09-15T22:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:38:04.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>REBEL and the Traffic Police</title><content type='html'>It was the beautiful evening of Saturday and my heart urges for a long drive on the high way to make the day more special. I obliged my heart and set out for a long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was speeding on the high way, enjoying cool breeze and I was filled with immense energy  as my destination was my journey and I was enjoying every bit of it. My joy was short lived though, There I saw a long rally of vehicles waiting for green signal at 4 X junction. Somehow, driving between the vehicles, on the platform I reached near the junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed to see that all four ways were showing red signals and there was no traffic man around. I was getting very impulsive to zip off through the red signals to the long empty road.&lt;br /&gt;When two - three minutes passed, finally I saw signal changed to orange and I just ripped through the signals and was astonished to see somewhere 100 meters ahead of junction, 4-5 traffic police were hiding in the bush just to catch guys who are breaking traffic rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them came in the middle of the road shouting like hell and stopped me. I said , I started when signal became orange and it was about to turn green but He shouted  back in regional language and I figured out that I am at the receiving end of his anger. My mind framed a good speech quickly which would have been very impressive if at all it was heard but nobody was ready to hear me. And I have learned one thing that arguments are never fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was of course a plot to catch people and charge them as you will never find all four signal RED simultaneously at the same time.I learned a lesson though and said to myself, Mr REBEL don't break traffic rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid 300 rs fine and goes speeding again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-620716467909923821?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/620716467909923821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=620716467909923821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/620716467909923821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/620716467909923821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/rebel-and-traffic-police.html' title='REBEL and the Traffic Police'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-185673940817897108</id><published>2008-09-14T18:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:41:22.518+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A High tech bar with ROBOT as bartender!!</title><content type='html'>A man walked into a very high-tech bar. As he sat down on a stool he noticed that the bartender was a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot clicked to attention and asked, "Sir, what will you have?" The man thought a moment then replied "A martini please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The robot clicked a couple of times and mixed the best martini the man had ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The robot then asked, "Sir, what is your IQ?" The man answered "Oh, about 164."The robot then proceeded to discuss the theory of relativity,inter-stellar space travel, the latest medical breakthroughs, etc...The man was most impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He left the bar but thought he would try a different tack. He returned and took a seat. Again the robot clicked and asked what he would have? "A martini please."Again it was superb. The robot again asked "What is your IQ sir?" This time the man answered , "Oh about 100". So the robot started discussing Top Gear, the latest football scores, and what to expect of the championship season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guy had to try it one more time. So he left, returned and took a stool.... Again a martini, and the&gt; question, "What is your IQ?" This time the man slowly drawled out " Uh..... bout 10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robot clicked then leaned close and very slowly asked, "Are... your... people... happy... with... PERVEZ MUSHARRAF ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-185673940817897108?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/185673940817897108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=185673940817897108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/185673940817897108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/185673940817897108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-tech-bar-with-robot-as-bartender.html' title='A High tech bar with ROBOT as bartender!!'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1100574502571587833</id><published>2008-09-06T20:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:04:34.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bush, Blair and Musharraf</title><content type='html'>George W. Bush, Tony Blair and Pervez Musharraf were relaxing near the  swimming pool in a luxurious 6 * hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a distinct beeping sound. President Bush pressed his forearm with his thumb &amp;amp; the beeping stopped.  The others looked curiously at him.  "Oh, that was just my pager", said George.  "I have a microchip embedded under the skin of my forearm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two minutes later, the silence was broken by the sound of a phone ringing.  Tony Blair lifted the palm of his hand to his ear &amp;amp; the ringing stopped.  The Prime Minister explained, "That was my cell phone, chaps.  I have a telecom chip implanted in the palm of my hand. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Pervez Musharraf was feeling sort of low-tech.  Without saying anything, he quickly goes to his room and returned .  When he returned, Bush and Blair both stared at him incredulously. It appeared that a long piece of toilet paper was dangling from the Musharraf's posterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Musharraf saw that he had the attention of the other two men, he feigned astonishment: "Oh guys!   I think I'm getting a fax."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1100574502571587833?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1100574502571587833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1100574502571587833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1100574502571587833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1100574502571587833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/bush-blair-and-musharraf.html' title='Bush, Blair and Musharraf'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8182695051592616222</id><published>2008-09-06T11:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:21:29.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cute moral story - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Never copy your manager ;-).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8182695051592616222?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8182695051592616222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8182695051592616222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8182695051592616222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8182695051592616222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-moral-story-2.html' title='cute moral story - 2'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-8376308308932432451</id><published>2008-09-05T22:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:03:35.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The black african farmer</title><content type='html'>A black African farmer and his brand new bride were riding home from the chapel in a wagon pulled by a team of horses, when the older horse stumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "That's once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further along, the poor old horse stumbled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "That's twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little, while the poor old horse stumbled again. The farmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't say anything, but reached under the seat, pulled out a shotgun and shot the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His brand new bride raised all kind of hell with him, telling him, "That was an awful thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "That's once."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-8376308308932432451?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/8376308308932432451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=8376308308932432451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8376308308932432451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/8376308308932432451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/black-african.html' title='The black african farmer'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-7449506292402414134</id><published>2008-09-05T22:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:44:48.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta in california</title><content type='html'>Banta  shifted to califonia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Banta  and his wife were sitting in their living room and Banta said, ''I'm going down to the pub for a bit, so put your coat on.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied, ''Oh, sweetie, why? Are you taking me with you?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta replied, ''No, I'm turning the heater off.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-7449506292402414134?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7449506292402414134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=7449506292402414134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7449506292402414134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/7449506292402414134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/banta-in-california.html' title='Banta in california'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-1836066237385880640</id><published>2008-09-05T22:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:41:18.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta - The woodcutter</title><content type='html'>Banta  got a job felling trees. And he was paid by results. They gave him an electric saw and off into the forest he went. At sunset Banta returned with the other loggers and they counted their trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I got ninety-eight,' said Ramu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ninety-one me,' added Shyam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I only got four,' said Banta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I can't understand that,' said the boss. 'Maybe your saw is defective. Pass it here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss pulled the starting rope and the saw burst into life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My God,' said Banta, 'See it is defective, what's that noise?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-1836066237385880640?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1836066237385880640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=1836066237385880640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1836066237385880640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/1836066237385880640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/banta-woodcutter.html' title='Banta - The woodcutter'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3529612453080490724</id><published>2008-09-05T22:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:35:29.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two black eyed man</title><content type='html'>A man with a black eye boards a plane and notices the man next to him has a shiner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st man says, "how did you get that ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd man says "Instead of asking the big breasted girl at the ticket counter for 2 tickets to Pittsburgh I asked for 2 pickets to tittsburgh".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st man says "I got mine like that to, I want to say to my wife, Give me a glass of water please, but I accidentally said you`ve ruined my life you evil creature!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3529612453080490724?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3529612453080490724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3529612453080490724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3529612453080490724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3529612453080490724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-black-eyed-man.html' title='Two black eyed man'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-6623748473501251057</id><published>2008-09-05T22:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:31:32.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta desperate for pee</title><content type='html'>Banta arrives Dublin airport and is dying for a pee. He makes it to the Gents but there's a huge queue.He sees that the disabled toilet is free so he decides to leg it in before he relax himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After relieving himself he's coming out the door, He saw a queue of disabled people everyone staring angrily at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta looks at his leg and said, "Bloody miracle this country,  I can walk now!'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-6623748473501251057?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6623748473501251057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=6623748473501251057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6623748473501251057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/6623748473501251057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/banta-desperate-for-pee.html' title='Banta desperate for pee'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-3613616850958971437</id><published>2008-09-05T10:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:08:09.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>American for a job in bank</title><content type='html'>An American man moves to the U.K. to find some work. He manages to find a job in a bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his first day, the boss tells him to sweep up the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? I'm from one of the best colleges in the U.S.A.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm so very sorry!" replied the bank manager, "let me call someone in to show you how to do it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-3613616850958971437?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3613616850958971437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=3613616850958971437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3613616850958971437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/3613616850958971437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-for-job-in-bank.html' title='American for a job in bank'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084729593668577388.post-4806855613644720873</id><published>2008-08-31T17:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:23:33.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Banta in a Shopping Mall</title><content type='html'>Banta spoted a beautiful girl in a mall and approached her and said her, "Hello, Actually I have lost  my wife somewhere in this mall, Can you talk to me for sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady replied angrilly, "And how that help your cause ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banta, "Actually whenever I talk to beautiful girl like you, my wife appears from nowhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sure enough when Banta turned around he spotted his wife staring at him. General Phenomenon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5084729593668577388-4806855613644720873?l=onepjdaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4806855613644720873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5084729593668577388&amp;postID=4806855613644720873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4806855613644720873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084729593668577388/posts/default/4806855613644720873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onepjdaily.blogspot.com/2008/08/banta-in-shopping-mall.html' title='Banta in a Shopping Mall'/><author><name>REBEL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02081719796492934690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_e960JC13-WA/SE355ntkxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ec9chYdRviU/S220/rak1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
