<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Smile For Self</title><description>Write us your Life problems at smileforself2009@gmail.com and get smile your self...</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2025 12:52:19 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">471</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>Why men should not write advise column........(Excellent One)</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-men-should-not-write-advise.html</link><category>Creative Ideas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Sat, 2 Jan 2010 17:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-911574197622717762</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9og_yCfEgRLOrtM6H6Lp6t85XCWhj0B_iaq5KJVlk_Gx1LOiaCNo5y7lNwpUZkfRJlVaVedLEEdEsGBOrVujXe8pu4eMpDLEf_fhtPTkPU97h4xyAn-LMNO54OII0molKnS0wGdFgmtw/s1600-h/advise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9og_yCfEgRLOrtM6H6Lp6t85XCWhj0B_iaq5KJVlk_Gx1LOiaCNo5y7lNwpUZkfRJlVaVedLEEdEsGBOrVujXe8pu4eMpDLEf_fhtPTkPU97h4xyAn-LMNO54OII0molKnS0wGdFgmtw/s640/advise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9og_yCfEgRLOrtM6H6Lp6t85XCWhj0B_iaq5KJVlk_Gx1LOiaCNo5y7lNwpUZkfRJlVaVedLEEdEsGBOrVujXe8pu4eMpDLEf_fhtPTkPU97h4xyAn-LMNO54OII0molKnS0wGdFgmtw/s72-c/advise.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Excellent Job Interview...</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/excellent-job-interview.html</link><category>Creative Ideas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 10:21:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-6537988911367152704</guid><description>Some, rather most organizations reject his CV today because he has changed jobs frequently (10 in 14 years). My friend, the ˜job hopper™ (referred here as Mr. JH), does not mind it. well he does not need to mind it at all. Having worked full-time with 10 employer companies in just 14 years gives Mr.. JH the relaxing edge that most of the ˜company loyal™ employees (CLE) are struggling for today. Today, Mr. JH too is laid off like some other 14-15 year experienced guys “ the difference being the latter have just worked in 2-3 organizations in the same number of years. Here are the excerpts of an interview with Mr. JH:&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Why have you changed 10 jobs in 14 years?&lt;br /&gt;
A: To get financially sound and stable before getting laid off the second time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: So you knew you would be laid off in the year 2009?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Well I was laid off first in the year 2002 due to the first global economic slowdown. I had not got a full-time job before January 2003 when the economy started looking up; so I had struggled for almost a year without job and with compromises.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Which number of job was that?&lt;br /&gt;
A: That was my third job.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: So from Jan 2003 to Jan 2009, in 6 years, you have changed 8 jobs to make the count as 10 jobs in 14 years?&lt;br /&gt;
A: I had no other option. In my first 8 years of professional life, I had worked only for 2 organizations thinking that jobs are deserved after lot of hard work and one should stay with an employer company to justify the saying ˜employer loyalty™. But I was an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Why do you say so?&lt;br /&gt;
A: My salary in the first 8 years went up only marginally. I could not save enough and also, I had thought that I had a ˜permanent™ job, so I need not worry about ˜what will I do if I lose my job™. I could never imagine losing a job because of economic slowdown and not because of my performance. That was January 2002.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Can you brief on what happened between January 2003 and 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
A: Well, I had learnt my lessons of being ˜company loyal™ and not ˜money earning and saving loyal™. But then you can save enough only when you earn enough. So I shifted my loyalty towards money making and saving “ I changed 8 jobs in 6 years assuring all my interviewers about my stability.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: So you lied to your interviewers; you had already planned to change the job for which you were being interviewed on a particular day?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Yes, you can change jobs only when the market is up and companies are hiring. You tell me “ can I get a job now because of the slowdown? No. So one should change jobs for higher salaries only when the market is up because that is the only time when companies hire and can afford the expected salaries.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: What have you gained by doing such things?&lt;br /&gt;
A: That's the question I was waiting for. In Jan 2003, I had a fixed salary (without variables) of say Rs. X p.a. In January 2009, my salary was 8X. So assuming my salary was Rs.3 lakh p.a. in Jan 2003, my last drawn salary in Jan 2009 was Rs.24 lakh p.a. (without variable). I never bothered about variable as I had no intention to stay for 1 year and go through the appraisal process to wait for the company to give me a hike.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: So you decided on your own hike?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Yes, in 2003, I could see the slowdown coming again in future like it had happened in 2001-02. Though I was not sure by when the next slowdown would come, I was pretty sure I wanted a ˜debt-free™ life before being laid off again. So I planned my hike targets on a yearly basis without waiting for the year to complete.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: So are you debt-free now?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Yes, I earned so much by virtue of job changes for money and spent so little that today I have a loan free 2 BR flat (1200 sq.. feet) plus a loan free big car without bothering about any EMIs. I am laid off too but I do not complain at all. If I have laid off companies for money, it is OK if a company lays me off because of lack of money.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: Who is complaining?&lt;br /&gt;
A: All those guys who are not getting a job to pay their EMIs off are complaining. They had made fun of me saying I am a job hopper and do not have any company loyalty. Now I ask them what they gained by their company loyalty; they too are laid off like me and pass comments to me “ why will you bother about us, you are already debt-free. They were still in the bracket of 12-14 lakh p.a. when they were laid off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: What is your advice to professionals?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Like Narayan Murthy had said “ love your job and not your company because you never know when your company will stop loving you. In the same lines, love yourself and your family needs more than the company's needs. Companies can keep coming and going; family will always remain the same. Make money for yourself first and simultaneously make money for the company, not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;
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Q: What is your biggest pain point with companies?&lt;br /&gt;
A: When a company does well, its CEO will address the entire company saying, ˜well done guys, it is YOUR company, keep up the hard work, I am with you. But when the slowdown happens and the company does not do so well, the same CEO will say, It is MY company and to save the company, I have to take tough decisions including asking people to go. So think about your financial stability first; when you get laid off, your kids will complain to you and not your boss.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>New year Santa Clause Gift for All SmileForSelf Lovers.......</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-year-santa-clause-gift-for-all.html</link><category>Adult Plus (18+)</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 10:18:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-5387913309351917940</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU6bDiyiE53c_f-MPAn4FXP8h036Y4j5lq0q76iO9ttAt7pZ-0Aq9TwJjqBduQfLL6QYB4FBXdlJa4lvVIBOyi-De9zcBgRsSUTUwx5yVfhVb3hIpn9PtZdqqM_GrHJcFgtdaiI7538g/s1600-h/Santa+Claus+Women.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeU6bDiyiE53c_f-MPAn4FXP8h036Y4j5lq0q76iO9ttAt7pZ-0Aq9TwJjqBduQfLL6QYB4FBXdlJa4lvVIBOyi-De9zcBgRsSUTUwx5yVfhVb3hIpn9PtZdqqM_GrHJcFgtdaiI7538g/s320/Santa+Claus+Women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVdJXVF7_XrQotLcXky3ND-z1G_6cPLgiqefKSy3MM5blcwzxu9vRDz0VtZlVb4moZsdfKkyZNYf7duEs7CFalbJEQH6QW5tnTBLO563_2eMbgu31llGyS2Ud1eQecHFjhkrcDfTCnCI/s72-c/KidsAfraidOfSanta_1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Creativity..........</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/creativity.html</link><category>Adult Plus (18+)</category><category>Creative Image</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:20:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-4758045719071762594</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VqOw5ETiaNeKm-WsUvdZd87wuAa1jtUL9OVn3FafsNbqE7GPKfZ4zvnFTim8mCt9Ob0yk7NIYocVt97UZ8EVzk6KGIXn-brOyzlVMKPbPaOWl6LT1sUJ4huEOOwIWLtO9p-9SLUBT-4/s1600-h/Creativity.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VqOw5ETiaNeKm-WsUvdZd87wuAa1jtUL9OVn3FafsNbqE7GPKfZ4zvnFTim8mCt9Ob0yk7NIYocVt97UZ8EVzk6KGIXn-brOyzlVMKPbPaOWl6LT1sUJ4huEOOwIWLtO9p-9SLUBT-4/s320/Creativity.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9VqOw5ETiaNeKm-WsUvdZd87wuAa1jtUL9OVn3FafsNbqE7GPKfZ4zvnFTim8mCt9Ob0yk7NIYocVt97UZ8EVzk6KGIXn-brOyzlVMKPbPaOWl6LT1sUJ4huEOOwIWLtO9p-9SLUBT-4/s72-c/Creativity.jpeg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Wedgie</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/wedgie.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><category>Little Johny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-1362810251184873558</guid><description>Little Johnny comes home from catholic school with a black eye. His father sees it and says, "Johnny, how many times do I have to tell you not to fight with the other boys?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"But Dad, it wasn't my fault. We were all in church saying our prayers. We all stood up and my teacher in front of me had her dress in the crack of her butt. I reached over and pulled it out. That's when she hit me!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Johnny," the father said. "You don't do those kind of things to women."&lt;br /&gt;
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Sure enough, the very next day Johnny came home with the other eye black and blue. Johnny's father said, "Johnny, I thought we had a talk!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"But Dad," Johnny said, "It wasn't my fault. There we were in church saying our prayers. We all stood up and my teacher in front of us had her dress in the crack of her butt. Then Louie who was sitting next to me saw it and he reached over and pulled it out. Now I know she doesn't like this, so I pushed it back in!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Which One Is Married?</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/which-one-is-married.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><category>Little Johny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:00:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-1183572761050223672</guid><description>Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher picked him to answer a question. "Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun, how many would be left?" "None." replied Johnny,"'cause the rest would fly away." "Well, the answer is four," said the teacher. "But I like the way you are thinking." Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her cone, the second biting her cone, and the third one sucking her cone, which one is married?" "Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?" "No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger. But I like the way you are thinking."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Johnny's Thinking.............Excellent</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/johnnys-thinkingexcellent.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><category>Little Johny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-8348923750779478780</guid><description>One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. "Now class, I'm going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you tell what fruit I'm talking about. Okay, first: it's round, plumb and red." Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered "An apple." The teacher replied, "No Deborah, it's a beet, but I like your thinking." Now for the second. It's soft, fuzzy,and colored red and brownish." Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy. "Is it a peach?" Billy asks. "No, Billy, I'm afraid it's a potato. But I like your thinking," the teacher replys. Here's another: it's long, yellow, and fairly hard." By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically. The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. "A banana," she says. "No," the teacher replies, "it's a squash, but I like your thinking." Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. "Hey, I've got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I've got it: it's round, hard, and it got a head on it." "Johnny!" she cries. "That's disgusting!" "Nope," answers Johnny, "it's a quarter, but I like your thinking!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Jesus Is In The Bathroom</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/jesus-is-in-bathroom.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><category>Little Johny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:54:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-2767203878258287115</guid><description>A Sunday School teacher of preschoolers was concerned that his students might be a little confused about Jesus Christ because of the Christmas season emphasis on His birth. He wanted to make sure they understood that the birth of Jesus occurred a long time ago, that He grew up, etc. So he asked his class, "Where is Jesus today?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Steven raised his hand and said, "He's in heaven."&lt;br /&gt;
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Mary was called on and answered, "He's in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Johnny, waving his hand furiously, blurted out, "I know! I know! He's in our bathroom!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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The whole class got very quiet, looked at the teacher, and waited for a response. The teacher was completely at a loss for a few very long seconds. He finally gathered his wits and asked Little Johnny how he knew this.&lt;br /&gt;
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And Little Johnny said, "Well...every morning, my father gets up, bangs on the bathroom door, and yells 'Jesus Christ, are you still in there?'!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Daddy Johnny</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/daddy-johnny.html</link><category>Adult Plus (18+)</category><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><category>Little Johny</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:50:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-6209910805143373241</guid><description>Little Johnny came running into the house and asked, "Mommy, can little girls have babies?" "No," said his Mom, "of course not."&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Johnny then ran back outside and his Mom heard him yell to his friends, "It's okay, we can play that game again!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Beautiful</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:47:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-4062362468248300530</guid><description>One day, during a lesson on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands for who could use the word "beautiful" in the same sentence twice. First, she called on little Suzy, who responded with, "My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Very good, Suzy," replied the teacher. She then called on little Michael.&lt;br /&gt;
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"My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully," he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Excellent, Michael!" Then, the teacher called on little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Last night, at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was pregnant, and he said, 'Beautiful, fucking beautiful!'"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>An Unlikely Stop</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/unlikely-stop.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:44:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-3935730758167692228</guid><description>A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"What are you doing?" the policeman asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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"What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine."&lt;br /&gt;
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Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?"&lt;br /&gt;
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The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting."&lt;br /&gt;
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"And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm nineteen," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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"And how old is she?" asked the officer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>3rd Grade</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/3rd-grade.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:41:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-8683392551021316451</guid><description>On little Larry's first day of first grade, he raised his hand as soon as the teacher came into the room and said, 'I don't belong here, I should be in third grade!'&lt;br /&gt;
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The teacher looked at little Larry's records and told him to please take his seat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not five minutes passed when little Larry stood up again and said, 'I don't belong here, I should be in the third grade!'&lt;br /&gt;
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Larry did this a few more times before the principal came along and the teacher explained Larry's problem. The principal and the first grade teacher told little Larry that if he could answer some questions that they could decide in which grade he belonged. Well, they soon discovered that Larry knew all the state capitals and country capitals that the principal could think of.&lt;br /&gt;
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The teacher suggested they try some biology questions... 'What does a cow have 4 of but a woman has only 2?' asked the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Legs!' Larry immediately replied. "What does a man have in his pants that a woman doesn't?' asked the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Pockets!' said Larry.&lt;br /&gt;
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The teacher looked at the principal, who said, 'Maybe he should be in third grade, I missed those last two questions!'&lt;br /&gt;
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2) I will eat breakfast with a knife and fork and not with one hand typing.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) I will get dressed before noon.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) I will make an attempt to clean the house, wash clothes, and plan dinner before even thinking of the Web.&lt;br /&gt;
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5) I will sit down and write a letter to those unfortunate few friends and family that are Web-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;
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6) I will call someone on the phone who I cannot contact via the Web.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) I will read a book... if I still remember how.&lt;br /&gt;
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8) I will listen to those around me about their needs and stop telling them to turn the TV down so I can hear the music on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;
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9) I will not be tempted during TV commercials to check for email.&lt;br /&gt;
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10) I will try and get out of the house at least once a week, if it is necessary or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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11) I will remember that my bank is not forgiving if I forget to balance my checkbook because I was too busy on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;
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12) Last, but not least, I will remember that I must go to bed sometime... and the Web will always be there tomorrow!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sex Talk</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-talk.html</link><category>Adult Plus (18+)</category><category>Jokes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:33:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-4697636518465881727</guid><description>Two buddies were sharing drinks while discussing their wives. "Does your wife ever...well, you know...does she...well, let you do it doggie style?" asked one of the two.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well, not exactly," his friend replied, "She's more into the trick dog aspect of it." "Oh, I see. Kinky stuff, huh?" "Well, not exactly. Whenever I make a move, she's most likely to roll over and play dead."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>How Many Kids?</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many-kids.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokes in long form</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:31:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-1218007892610365229</guid><description>Some newly married friends were visiting us when the topic of children came up. The bride said she wanted three children, while the young husband said two would be enough for him. They discussed this discrepancy for a few minutes until the husband thought he'd put an end to things by saying boldly, "After our second child, I'll just have a vasectomy."&lt;br /&gt;
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Without a moment's hesitation, the bride retorted, "Well, I hope you'll love the third one as if it's your own."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Great Sex Coupon</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-sex-coupon.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>Jokesh In Long Form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:29:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-7109130461951103552</guid><description>Did you hear about the fellow that was talking to his buddy, and he said, "I don't know what to get my wife for her birthday. She has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants, so I'm stumped." His buddy said, "I have an idea. Why don't you make up a certificate that says she can have two hours of great sex, any way she wants it. She'll probably be thrilled!" So the first fella did just that. The next day his buddy asked, "Well, did you take my suggestion? How'd it turn out?" "She loved it. She jumped up, thanked me, kissed me on the mouth, and ran out the door yelling -- I'll see you in two hours!"</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Going To A Lecture</title><link>http://smileforself.blogspot.com/2009/12/going-to-lecture.html</link><category>Jokes</category><category>jokesh in short form</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Smile For Self)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 15:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-789607785580119952.post-3459346651899741704</guid><description>The man was in no shape to drive, so he wisely left his car parked and walked home. As he was walking unsteadily along, he was stopped by a policeman. "What are you doing out here at 2 A.M.?" said the officer. "I'm going to a lecture." The man said. "And who is going to give a lecture at this hour?" The cop asked. "My wife." said the man.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>