<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6937452985244404467</id><updated>2025-04-28T12:14:07.294+01:00</updated><category term="Best Jokes - Children Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Adult Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Family Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Husband/Wife Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Office Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - School Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Blonde Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Police Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Bar Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Medical Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Military Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Technology Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Animal Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Car Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Heaven/Hell Jokes"/><category term="Best Jokes - Relegion Jokes"/><title type='text'>Best Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>Best Jokes, Top Jokes, Funny Jokes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-7509604594276787784</id><published>2009-10-19T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:29:27.528+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Children Jokes"/><title type='text'>Unusual Event</title><summary type="text">The composition teacher asked the class to write about an unusual event that happened during the past week. Little Johnny got up and read his essay.

It began, &quot;Daddy fell into the well last week...&quot;

&quot;My goodness!&quot; the teacher exclaimed. &quot;Is he all right?&quot;

&quot;He must be,&quot; said the boy. &quot;He stopped yelling for help yesterday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7509604594276787784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/unusual-event.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7509604594276787784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7509604594276787784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/unusual-event.html' title='Unusual Event'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-6890101440306980171</id><published>2009-10-19T15:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:27:59.222+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Children Jokes"/><title type='text'>Visiting a Zoo</title><summary type="text">Little Johnny is visiting the zoo with his mother.

They go to the elephant exhibit, where a big old bull elephant is taking a leak. Johnny points to the pachyderm&#39;s privates and says, &quot;Mommy, what&#39;s that?&quot;

Mommy, seeing the huge penis, turns bright red and says, &quot;Oh, that&#39;s nothing. Never mind. Come along now.&quot;

A few weeks later, Johnny is at the zoo with his father. Johnny grabs his dad by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6890101440306980171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/6890101440306980171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/6890101440306980171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/visiting-zoo.html' title='Visiting a Zoo'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-2818249618146107208</id><published>2009-10-19T15:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:26:20.194+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Children Jokes"/><title type='text'>School Vacation</title><summary type="text">It is near the end of the school year and the teacher has already turned in her grades. There is really not much to do. All the kids are restless because they are ready for the summer break. The teacher says, &quot;The first person to correctly answer each question I ask may leave early.&quot;

Little Johnny thinks to himself, &quot;Good. I wanna get outta here. I&#39;m smart. I&#39;ll answer first.&quot;

The teacher asks,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2818249618146107208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2818249618146107208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2818249618146107208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-vacation.html' title='School Vacation'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-1168423989514928509</id><published>2009-10-07T18:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:15:22.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Fishermen</title><summary type="text">Two rednecks go on a fishing trip. They rent all the equipment - the reels, the rods, the wading suits, the rowboat, the car, and even a cabin in the woods. I mean they spend a fortune!

The first day they go fishing, but they don&#39;t catch anything. The same thing happens on the second day, and on the third day. It goes on like this until finally, on the last day of their vacation, one of the men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1168423989514928509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/redneck-fishermen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1168423989514928509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1168423989514928509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/redneck-fishermen.html' title='Redneck Fishermen'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-4437851565906956907</id><published>2009-10-07T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:13:43.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Dwarfs</title><summary type="text">One evening Snow White decided she was sleepy and announced to the seven dwarfs that she was going to bed. After the usual lengthy round of &quot;Good Nights&quot; she went upstairs. Immediately all seven dwarfs rushed outside and began standing on each others shoulders beneath Snow White&#39;s bedroom window.

Tonight was Grumpy&#39;s turn to be on the top and as he was the only one who could see in the window it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4437851565906956907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-dwarfs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4437851565906956907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4437851565906956907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-dwarfs.html' title='Seven Dwarfs'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-7339322685111711680</id><published>2009-10-07T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:11:04.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Settlement</title><summary type="text">After a lengthy conference with the estranged husband, the lawyer reported to his client. &quot;Mrs. LaMay, I have succeeded in making a settlement with your husband that is eminently fair to both of you.&quot;

&quot;Fair to both ?!?!?!&quot; exploded Mrs. LaMay.

&quot;I could have done that myself. What the hell do you think I hired a lawyer for ?&quot; 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7339322685111711680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-settlement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7339322685111711680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7339322685111711680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/10/fair-settlement.html' title='Fair Settlement'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-861788316090856601</id><published>2009-09-10T04:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:56:22.486+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Adult Jokes"/><title type='text'>That&#39;s no Ring</title><summary type="text">A guy was on his first date with a notoriously loose girl. She was immediately receptive to his foreplay after they parked. The petting increased and he put his hand in her panties.She seemed to be enjoying his progress, but suddenly objected, &quot;Ouch! That ring is hurting me!&quot;&quot;That&#39;s no ring! That&#39;s my wristwatch.&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/861788316090856601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-no-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/861788316090856601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/861788316090856601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/thats-no-ring.html' title='That&#39;s no Ring'/><author><name>Nik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15565562603085143090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-7779884483029111626</id><published>2008-11-14T14:03:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:04:00.761+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Family Jokes"/><title type='text'>Choosing your Career</title><summary type="text">An older couple had a son, who was still living with his parents. The parents were a little worried, as the son was still unable to decide about his career path... so they decided to do a small test.

They took a ten-dollar bill, a Bible, and a bottle of whiskey, and put them on the front hall table. Then they hid, hoping he would think they weren&#39;t at home.

The father told the mother, &quot;If he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7779884483029111626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/choosing-your-career.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7779884483029111626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7779884483029111626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/choosing-your-career.html' title='Choosing your Career'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-5293651668079301192</id><published>2008-11-14T13:55:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:59:09.371+00:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><title type='text'>One Kiss Per Yard</title><summary type="text">Walking up to a department store&#39;s fabric counter, the pretty girl said, &quot;I would like to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?&quot;

&quot;Only one kiss per yard,&quot; replied the male clerk with a smirk.

&quot;That&#39;s fine,&quot; said the girl. &quot;I&#39;ll take ten yards.&quot;

With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out the cloth, wrapped it up, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5293651668079301192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-kiss-per-yard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/5293651668079301192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/5293651668079301192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-kiss-per-yard.html' title='One Kiss Per Yard'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-9182836117725796174</id><published>2008-09-22T11:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:29:30.670+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golf Partners</title><summary type="text">Bart and Art have been a twosome on the links every day since they&#39;ve been retired. One day, as they&#39;re putting on their golf shoes in the clubhouse, they get into a conversation about heaven and whether there are any golf courses there. They make a pact. The first one to die will come back and tell the other one. Bart dies first, and sure enough, comes back to visit Art.

Art says, &quot;Well are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9182836117725796174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/golf-partners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/9182836117725796174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/9182836117725796174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/golf-partners.html' title='Golf Partners'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-6057526704201428675</id><published>2008-09-15T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:26:42.000+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Blonde Jokes"/><title type='text'>Engine Failure</title><summary type="text">Fifteen minutes into the flight from Kansas City to Toronto, the captain announced, &quot;Ladies and gentlemen, one of our engines has failed. There is nothing to worry about. Our flight will take an hour longer than scheduled, but we still have three engines left.&quot;

Thirty minutes later the captain announced, &quot;One more engine has failed and the flight will take an additional two hours. But don&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6057526704201428675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/engine-failure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/6057526704201428675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/6057526704201428675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/engine-failure.html' title='Engine Failure'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-954443336208806342</id><published>2008-09-08T13:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:16:51.191+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><title type='text'>Politicians involved in a Bus Accident</title><summary type="text">A bus load of politicians were driving down a country road, when the bus ran off the road and crashed into a tree in an old farmer&#39;s field. The old farmer, after seeing what happened, went over to investigate.

A few days later, the local sheriff came out looking for the missing politicos, saw the crashed bus, and asked the farmer where all the politicians had gone.

The farmer said, &quot;I buried &#39;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/954443336208806342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/politicians-involved-in-bus-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/954443336208806342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/954443336208806342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/politicians-involved-in-bus-accident.html' title='Politicians involved in a Bus Accident'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-1950749423733083486</id><published>2008-09-05T15:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:25:06.084+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Office Jokes"/><title type='text'>The Best Salary Increment Request and Answer</title><summary type="text">One morning, a company manager discovered an unusual letter from one of his employee?Dear Bo$$,A$ all of u$ have read from the new$paper$, the $ingapore economy ha$ come out of the rece$$ion.In thi$ life, we all need $ome thing mo$t de$perately. I think you $hould be under$tanding of the need$ of u$ worker$ who have given $o much $upport including $weat and $ervice to your company. I am $ure you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1950749423733083486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-salary-increment-request-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1950749423733083486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1950749423733083486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-salary-increment-request-and.html' title='The Best Salary Increment Request and Answer'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-7730391868922877317</id><published>2008-09-05T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:23:05.974+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Office Jokes"/><title type='text'>Office Truths</title><summary type="text">You and your boss1. When you take a long time, you&#39;re slow. When your boss takes a long time, he&#39;s thorough.
2. When you don&#39;t do it, you&#39;re lazy. When your boss doesn&#39;t do it, he&#39;s too busy.
3. When you make a mistake, you&#39;re an idiot. When your boss makes a mistake, he&#39;s only human.
4. When doing something without being told, you&#39;re overstepping your authority. When your boss does the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7730391868922877317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-truths.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7730391868922877317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7730391868922877317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/office-truths.html' title='Office Truths'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-2060312535043770764</id><published>2008-09-04T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:25:15.341+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Office Jokes"/><title type='text'>The Perfect Worker</title><summary type="text">1 John Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found
2 hard at work in his cubicle.&amp;nbsp; John works independently, without
3 wasting company time talking to colleagues.&amp;nbsp; John never
4 thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always
5 finishes given assignments on time.&amp;nbsp; Often he takes extended
6 measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee
7 breaks.&amp;nbsp; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2060312535043770764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2060312535043770764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2060312535043770764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-worker.html' title='The Perfect Worker'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-7272758097221984435</id><published>2008-09-04T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:15:21.276+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Police Jokes"/><title type='text'>Who Shot Abraham Lincoln?</title><summary type="text">A not-too-bright candidate for the police force failed in the written examination. Since he was the Chief&#39;s nephew, the examiner decided to go easy on him with the oral test.
&quot;Who shot Abraham Lincoln?&quot;, asked the examiner.
The candidate pondered for a moment and then asked if he could have sometime to come up with the answer. The examiner told him to come back the next morning.When the would-be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7272758097221984435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-shot-abraham-lincoln.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7272758097221984435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/7272758097221984435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-shot-abraham-lincoln.html' title='Who Shot Abraham Lincoln?'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-212273734170806123</id><published>2008-09-02T15:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:30:54.621+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Children Jokes"/><title type='text'>What their Dad do for a Living</title><summary type="text">A Teacher asks the children to discuss what their Dad&#39;s do for a living. 

Little Mary says: &quot;My Dad is a lawyer. He puts the bad guys in jail.&quot; 

Little Jack says: &quot;My Dad is a doctor. He makes all the sick peoplebetter.&quot; 

All the kids in the class had their turn except Little Johnny.

The teacher says: &quot;Johnny, what does your Dad do?&quot; 

Johnny says: &quot;My Dad is dead.&quot; 

&quot;I&#39;m sorry to hear that,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/212273734170806123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-their-dad-do-for-living.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/212273734170806123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/212273734170806123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-their-dad-do-for-living.html' title='What their Dad do for a Living'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-3837830916087485803</id><published>2008-09-02T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:32:09.836+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><title type='text'>Funny Definitions about People</title><summary type="text">Actor -- A man who tries to be everything but himself. 
Adult -- A person who has stopped growing at both ends and started growing in the middle. 
Advice -- The one thing which is &quot;More blessed to give than receive.&quot; 
Average Man -- One who thinks he isn&#39;t. 
Bank -- An institution where you can borrow money if you can present sufficient evidence to show that you don&#39;t need it. 
Bigamist -- One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3837830916087485803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-definitions-about-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/3837830916087485803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/3837830916087485803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-definitions-about-people.html' title='Funny Definitions about People'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-2473203378224805652</id><published>2008-09-02T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:29:04.887+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Relegion Jokes"/><title type='text'>Priest Gives Birth</title><summary type="text">A woman starts dating a doctor. Before too long, she becomes pregnant and they don&#39;t know what to do.

About nine months later, just about the time she is going to give birth, a priest goes into the hospital for a prostate gland infection.

The doctor says to the woman, &quot;I know what we&#39;ll do. After I&#39;ve operated on the priest, I&#39;ll give the baby to him and tell him it was a miracle.&quot; &quot;Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2473203378224805652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/priest-gives-birth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2473203378224805652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2473203378224805652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/priest-gives-birth.html' title='Priest Gives Birth'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-2955656093778355602</id><published>2008-09-01T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:17:45.734+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Bar Jokes"/><title type='text'>Beer Quotes</title><summary type="text">Sometimes when I reflect back on all the beer I drink I feel ashamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the brewery and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn&#39;t drink this beer, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, &quot;It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver.&quot;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2955656093778355602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/beer-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2955656093778355602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/2955656093778355602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/beer-quotes.html' title='Beer Quotes'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-4841559391828500711</id><published>2008-09-01T12:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T15:13:58.620+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Relegion Jokes"/><title type='text'>Brother-In-Law will pay the Hospital Bill</title><summary type="text">A man was brought to Mercy Hospital, and taken quickly in for coronary surgery. The operation went well and, as the groggy man regained consciousness, he was reassured by a Sister of Mercy, who was waiting by his bed.

&quot;Mr. Smith, you&#39;re going to be just fine,&quot; said the nun, gently patting his hand. &quot;We do need to know, however, how you intend to pay for your stay here. Are you covered by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4841559391828500711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/brother-in-law-will-pay-hospital-bill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4841559391828500711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4841559391828500711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/brother-in-law-will-pay-hospital-bill.html' title='Brother-In-Law will pay the Hospital Bill'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-696309552341716778</id><published>2008-09-01T08:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:24:00.562+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Other Jokes"/><title type='text'>How to find whether you are Old...</title><summary type="text">&quot;OLD&quot; IS WHEN . Your sweetie says, &quot;Let&#39;s go upstairs and make love,&quot; and you answer, &quot;Pick one; I can&#39;t do both!&quot;&quot;OLD&quot; IS WHEN ... Your friends compliment you on your new alligator shoes and you&#39;re barefoot.&quot;OLD&quot; IS WHEN ... A sexy babe catches your fancy and your pacemaker opens the garage door.&quot;OLD&quot; IS WHEN ... Going braless pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.&quot;OLD&quot; IS WHEN ... You don&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/696309552341716778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/find-out-how-to-find-whether-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/696309552341716778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/696309552341716778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/find-out-how-to-find-whether-you-are.html' title='How to find whether you are Old...'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-5605949880293188639</id><published>2008-08-29T14:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:48:49.136+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Adult Jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Husband/Wife Jokes"/><title type='text'>25th Anniversary</title><summary type="text">A man and his wife go to their honeymoon hotel for their 25th anniversary.

As the couple reflected on that magical evening 25 years ago, the wife asks the husband, &quot;When you first saw my naked body in front of you, what was going through your mind?&quot;

The husband replied, &quot;All I wanted to do was to screw your brains out, and suck your tits dry.&quot;

Then, as the wife undressed, she asked, &quot;What are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5605949880293188639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/25th-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/5605949880293188639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/5605949880293188639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/25th-anniversary.html' title='25th Anniversary'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-1688066509719312297</id><published>2008-08-29T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:47:14.653+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Husband/Wife Jokes"/><title type='text'>Bribing the Pastor in Wedding</title><summary type="text">During the wedding rehearsal, the groom quietly slipped the pastor a $100 bill.

&quot;Reverend,&quot; he whispered, &quot;I&#39;d be mighty obliged if you&#39;d just happen to forget the part where I promise to love, honour, obey and be faithful to my wife forever.&quot;

The time came for the groom&#39;s vows during the actual wedding service.

The pastor looked the young man in the eye, &quot;Will you promise to prostrate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1688066509719312297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bribing-pastor-in-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1688066509719312297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/1688066509719312297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bribing-pastor-in-wedding.html' title='Bribing the Pastor in Wedding'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6937452985244404467.post-4393884862275019101</id><published>2008-08-28T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:20:28.501+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Best Jokes - Family Jokes"/><title type='text'>After the Honeymoon</title><summary type="text">A young couple got married and left on their honeymoon. When they got back, the bride immediately called her mother.

&quot;Well,&quot; said her mother, &quot;so - how was the honeymoon?&quot; &quot;Oh, mama,&quot; she replied, &quot;the honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic...&quot;

Suddenly she burst out crying. &quot;But, mama, as soon as we returned Sam started using the most horrible language - things I&#39;d never heard before! I mean, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4393884862275019101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4393884862275019101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6937452985244404467/posts/default/4393884862275019101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestofalljokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-honeymoon.html' title='After the Honeymoon'/><author><name>Jose Mathew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16222414653645713705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>