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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;br /&gt;
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Old cock to Young cock : "Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired.&lt;br /&gt;
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Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some?&lt;br /&gt;
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Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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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;br /&gt;
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Young cock :&lt;br /&gt;
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O.K. What kind of competition?&lt;br /&gt;
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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;br /&gt;
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Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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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;br /&gt;
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Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds..&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, Bang! ....... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hell ! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-5919728350098875176?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/5919728350098875176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-story-wise-old-cock.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/5919728350098875176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/5919728350098875176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-story-wise-old-cock.html" title="Chicken story... Wise Old Cock !" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBR30zcCp7ImA9WxNbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-1236785757723421619</id><published>2009-11-17T01:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:00:56.388-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T01:00:56.388-08:00</app:edited><title>Boss - Nice Lesson</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;A Good lesson:-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The brain said, &amp;quot;I should be Boss because I control the whole body&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;responses and functions.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The feet said, &amp;quot;We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get&lt;br&gt; him&lt;br&gt;to where he wants to go.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The hands said, &amp;quot;We should be the Boss because we do all the work and&lt;br&gt;earn&lt;br&gt;all the money.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until&lt;br&gt; finally the asshole spoke up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the&lt;br&gt;asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the&lt;br&gt; feet&lt;br&gt;twitched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered.&lt;br&gt;Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Boss, so the&lt;br&gt;motion was passed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed&lt;br&gt; out&lt;br&gt;the shit !&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Management Lesson: You don&amp;#39;t need brains to be Boss, any asshole will do it!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-1236785757723421619?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/1236785757723421619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/boss-nice-lesson.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/1236785757723421619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/1236785757723421619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/boss-nice-lesson.html" title="Boss - Nice Lesson" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYASXw5fip7ImA9WxNbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-4821985673260757117</id><published>2009-11-17T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:55:48.226-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T00:55:48.226-08:00</app:edited><title>Sardar - 2</title><content type="html">One sardarji professor asked a plumber to come to his college.&lt;br&gt;U know why?&lt;br&gt;Because he wanted to check from where the question paper is leaking...&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar:My mobile bill how much?&lt;br&gt;Call centre girl:sir, just dial 123 to know current bill status.&lt;br&gt;Sardar:Stupid, not CURRENT BILL my MOBILE BILL.&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar built 2 Swimming Pools. And he left one of them unfilled y?&lt;br&gt;When asked him, he said,&amp;quot;Oye, that&amp;#39;s for those who don&amp;#39;t know Swimming.&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;A sardarji Doctor falls in Love with a Nurse.He writes a love letter&lt;br&gt;to the Nurse :- I Love U sister.....&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Ek sardar Indian Flag lene shop mein gaya tha. Shopwale ne usse flag&lt;br&gt;diya.Sardar bola:Isme aur colour dikhao!!!&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar:I think that girl is deaf..&lt;br&gt;Friend:How do u know?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:I told I Love her, but she said her chappals are new&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar:Miss, Did u call me on my mobile?&lt;br&gt;Teacher:Me? No, why?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:Yesterday I saw in my mobile &amp;quot;1 Miss Call&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;************* ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* ********&lt;p&gt;Judge:Don&amp;#39;t U have shame? It is d 3rd time U R coming to court.&lt;br&gt;Sardar to judge:U R coming daily, don&amp;#39;t U have shame?&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sir:What is difference between Orange andApple?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:Color of Orange is orange, but color of Apple is not APPLE.&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar attending an interview in Software Company.&lt;br&gt;Manager:Do U know MS Office?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:If U give me the address I will go there sir.&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar in airplane going 2 Bombay.While its landing he shouted: &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Bombay ! Bombay !!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Air hostess said:&amp;quot;B silent.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sardar:&amp;quot;Ok. Ombay! Ombay!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar got a sms from his girl friend:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I MISS YOU&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Sardarjireplied:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I Mr. YOU&amp;quot; !!&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Sardar:Doctor! My Son swallowed a key&lt;br&gt;Doctor:When?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:3 Months Ago&lt;br&gt;Dr:Wat were u doing till now?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:We were using duplicate key&lt;br&gt;Dr:So why did you come today?&lt;br&gt;Sardar:We lost the duplicate key!!&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Why Sardar opens his lunch box in the middle of the road???&lt;br&gt;Just 2 confirm whether he is going to or coming back from the office...&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Son: papa, 4+3 kithne hai?&lt;br&gt;Sardar: ullu ke patthe gadhe idiot naalaayak besharam tujhe kuch nahi aathaa?&lt;br&gt;Jaa andhar se CALCULATOR le ke Aa..&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;After finishing MBBS Sardar started his practice.&lt;br&gt;He Checked 1st Patient&amp;#39;s Eyes, Tongue &amp;amp; Ears with a Torch &amp;amp;&lt;br&gt;Finally Said:&amp;quot;Oye, Torch is okay&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;p&gt;Teacher: &amp;quot;What is common between JESUS, KRISHNA , RAM, GANDHI and BUDDHA?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sardar: &amp;quot;All are born on government holidays...! !!&lt;p&gt;************ ********* ********* ********* ********* *********&lt;br&gt;********* *********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-4821985673260757117?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/4821985673260757117/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sardar-2.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4821985673260757117?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4821985673260757117?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sardar-2.html" title="Sardar - 2" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDQns8eSp7ImA9WxNbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-7760889913185324360</id><published>2009-11-17T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:54:33.571-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-17T00:54:33.571-08:00</app:edited><title>Sardar - 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 65);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sardar declares:  &lt;br&gt;.... . . I will never marry in my life &amp;amp;. . . &lt;br&gt;.. . . I&amp;#39;ll give same advice to my children also. . . .. .  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 130, 80);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;A donkey kicked a Sardar &amp;amp; ran away &lt;br&gt;Sardar ran to catch the donkey.  &lt;br&gt;He saw a zebra &amp;amp; started beating it &amp;amp; said &amp;#39;SALA Tracksuit pahan ke dhoka  &lt;br&gt;de raha hai&amp;#39;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;Santa went to Mysore palace.  &lt;br&gt;Tourist guide - Santaji plz dont sit there, its Tipu sultan&amp;#39;s chair  &lt;br&gt;Santa - Oye dont worry yaar i&amp;#39;ll get up when he comes.!!..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Sardar wanted to make a STD call to  &lt;span&gt;punjab&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br&gt;He wanted to save money so what did he do?  &lt;br&gt;Simple, he went to punjab and made a local call.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 129, 0);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  One tourist from U.S.A.asked to Sardar: Any great man born in this village?  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: No sir, only small babies!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   Teacher: A for?  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: Apple &lt;br&gt;Teacher: Jor se bolo? &lt;br&gt;Sardar: Jay mata di. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   2 sardars were fighting after exam.  &lt;br&gt;Sir: Y r u fighting? &lt;br&gt;1st Sardar: This fool left the answer sheet blank,  &lt;br&gt;Sir: So what? &lt;br&gt;1st Sardar: Even i did the same thing, now teacher will think that we both  &lt;br&gt;copied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;Sardar is in a dissection class of cockroach. He cuts its 1 leg, and  &lt;br&gt;says, &amp;quot;chal&amp;quot;, it walks. &lt;br&gt;He cuts 2nd and 3rd legs and said, &amp;quot;chal&amp;quot; , it walks.  &lt;br&gt;He cuts all the legs and said, &amp;quot;chal.....&amp;quot; Finally he wrote the  &lt;br&gt;conclusion....... &lt;br&gt;..... &amp;quot;after all the legs of a cockroach are cut - it becomes deaf......&amp;quot;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(65, 0, 194);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   A Tamilian call up sardar and asks &amp;quot;tamil therima??&amp;quot;  &lt;br&gt;Sardar got mad, angrily replied.... &amp;quot;Hindi tera baap!!!&amp;quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 65);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   2 sardarjis looking at Egyptian mummy.  &lt;br&gt;Sar 1 : Look so many bandages, pakka lorry accident case.  &lt;br&gt;Sar 2 : Aaho, lorry number is also written...BC 1760!!!.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 65);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   A sardar on an interview 4 da post detective.  &lt;br&gt;Interviewer : who killed Gandhi? &lt;br&gt;Sardar : Thank u sir 4 giving me d job, I will start investigating.......  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   A scene from Kohn Benega Crorepati....  &lt;br&gt;Amitabh : In which state Cauvery flows? &lt;br&gt;Sardar : Liquid state.....  &lt;br&gt;Audience clapped.. Amitabh stunned, looks behind, ALL WERE SARDARS.......  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 65);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   NOW THE LAST TWO ULTIMATE  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;:  &lt;br&gt;In an interview, Interviewer: How does an electric motor run?  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. ..... &lt;br&gt;Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup.... &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; color: navy;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: An old king&amp;#39;s skeleton. &lt;br&gt;Tourist: Who&amp;#39;s that smaller skeleton next to it?  &lt;br&gt;Sardar: That was same king&amp;#39;s skeleton when he was a child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-7760889913185324360?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/7760889913185324360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sardar-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/7760889913185324360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/7760889913185324360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/11/sardar-1.html" title="Sardar - 1" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDSX04eSp7ImA9WxNTGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-6108121302095808686</id><published>2009-08-20T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:52:58.331-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-20T21:52:58.331-07:00</app:edited><title>At the Airport</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A crowded flight is cancelled, and a frazzled agent must rebook a long line of inconvenienced travelers by herself. Suddenly, an angry passenger pushes to the front and demands to be on the next flight, first class.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The agent replies, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry, sir. I&amp;#39;ll be happy to try to help you, but I&amp;#39;ve got to help these folks first.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The passenger screams, &amp;quot;Do you have ANY idea who I am?&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The gate agent grabs her public address microphone, &amp;quot;May I have your attention, please? We have a passenger here WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHO HE IS. If anyone can help him find his identity, please come to gate 17.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The man grits his teeth, &amp;quot;Screw you.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;She replies, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry, sir, but you&amp;#39;ll have to stand in line for that, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-6108121302095808686?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/6108121302095808686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-airport.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/6108121302095808686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/6108121302095808686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-airport.html" title="At the Airport" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DQ3syeyp7ImA9WxJaFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-3514880302498226765</id><published>2009-08-04T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:14:32.593-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T23:14:32.593-07:00</app:edited><title>How the fight started :D</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div link="blue" vlink="#606420" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="blue" face="Calibri"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She asked, &amp;#39;What&amp;#39;s on TV?&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I said, &amp;#39;Dust.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So, I took her to a gas station.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and my wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I asked my wife, &amp;#39;Do you know him?&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;#39;Yes,&amp;#39; She sighed, &amp;#39;He&amp;#39;s my old boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;ago, and I hear he hasn&amp;#39;t been sober since.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;#39;My God!&amp;#39; I said to my wife, &amp;#39;who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll have the strip steak, medium rare, please.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;He said, &amp;quot;Aren&amp;#39;t you worried about the mad cow?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;quot;Naaah, she can order for herself.&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A woman is standing &amp;amp; looking in the bedroom mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;#39;I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The husband replies, &amp;#39;Your eyesight&amp;#39;s damn near perfect.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started..... . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I asked my wife, &amp;quot;Where do you want to go for our anniversary?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;quot;Somewhere I haven&amp;#39;t been in a long time!&amp;quot; she said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So I suggested, &amp;quot;How about the kitchen?&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And that&amp;#39;s when the fight started.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When our lawn mower broke and wouldn&amp;#39;t run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;but, somehow I always had something else to take care of first:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;the truck, the car, e-mail, fishing, always something more important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;#39;When you finish cutting the grass,&amp;#39; I said, &amp;#39;you might as well sweep the driveway.&amp;#39; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And then the fight started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-3514880302498226765?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/3514880302498226765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-fight-started-d.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/3514880302498226765?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/3514880302498226765?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-fight-started-d.html" title="How the fight started :D" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAR3g8eCp7ImA9WxJVGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-6772305531874995817</id><published>2009-07-06T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:35:46.670-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-06T03:35:46.670-07:00</app:edited><title>LIFE LINE.... GRAND COUPLES</title><content type="html">&lt;font size="4"&gt;A man and a woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife &amp;#39; s bedside.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000. He asked her about the contents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;When we were to be married,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;my grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Honey,&amp;quot; he said &amp;quot;that explains the doll, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, that?&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;That is the money I made from selling the dolls.&amp;quot; : )&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-6772305531874995817?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/6772305531874995817/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-line-grand-couples.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/6772305531874995817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/6772305531874995817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-line-grand-couples.html" title="LIFE LINE.... 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They just think it's interesting.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Dog's like to ride in the back of a pickup truck.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;If a dog leaves, it won't take half of your stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-1564975463662602882?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/1564975463662602882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/07/14-reasons-to-get-dog-than-wife.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/1564975463662602882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/1564975463662602882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/07/14-reasons-to-get-dog-than-wife.html" title="14 Reasons to get a dog than a wife" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcARnw-eSp7ImA9WxJXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-4192585565840329171</id><published>2009-06-11T22:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:54:07.251-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T22:54:07.251-07:00</app:edited><title>Why I fired My Secretary!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;  &lt;u&gt;Why I fired My Secretary!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;   Last week was my birthday&lt;br&gt;   and I didn&amp;#39;t feel very well&lt;br&gt;   waking up on that morning.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   I went downstairs for breakfast&lt;br&gt;   hoping my wife would be pleasant and say,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39;Happy Birthday!&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;   and possibly have a small present for me.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   As it turned out,&lt;br&gt;   she barely said good morning,&lt;br&gt;   let alone&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39; Happy Birthday.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   I thought...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   Well, that&amp;#39;s marriage for you,&lt;br&gt;   but the kids...&lt;br&gt;   They will remember.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   My kids came bounding down stairs to breakfast&lt;br&gt;   and didn&amp;#39;t say a word.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   So when I left for the office,&lt;br&gt;   I felt pretty low&lt;br&gt;   and somewhat despondent.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   As I walked into my office,&lt;br&gt;   my secretary Jane said,&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39;Good Morning Boss,&lt;br&gt;   and by the way&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   Happy Birthday ! &amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;   It felt a little better&lt;br&gt;   that at least someone had remembered.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   I worked until one o&amp;#39;clock ,&lt;br&gt;   when Jane knocked on my door&lt;br&gt;   and said, &amp;#39;You know,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   It&amp;#39;s such a beautiful day outside,&lt;br&gt;   and it is your Birthday,&lt;br&gt;   what do you say we go out to lunch,&lt;br&gt;   just you and me.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;   I said, &amp;#39;Thanks, Jane,&lt;br&gt;   that&amp;#39;s the greatest thing&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   I&amp;#39;ve heard all day.&lt;br&gt;   Let&amp;#39;s go !&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   We went to lunch.&lt;br&gt;   But we didn&amp;#39;t go&lt;br&gt;   where we normally would go.&lt;br&gt;   She chose instead at a quiet bistro&lt;br&gt;   with a private table.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   We had two martinis each&lt;br&gt;   and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   On the way back to the office,&lt;br&gt;   Jane said, &amp;#39;You know,&lt;br&gt;   It&amp;#39;s such a beautiful day...&lt;br&gt;   We don&amp;#39;t need to go straight back to the office,&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   Do We ?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   I responded,&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39;I guess not.&lt;br&gt;   What do you have in mind ?&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;   She said,&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39;Let&amp;#39;s drop by my apartment,&lt;br&gt;   it&amp;#39;s just around the corner.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   After arriving at her apartment,&lt;br&gt;   Jane turned to me and said,&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39; Boss, if you don&amp;#39;t mind,&lt;br&gt;   I&amp;#39;m going to step into the bedroom&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   for just a moment.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   I&amp;#39;ll be right back.&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;   &amp;#39;Ok.&amp;#39; I nervously replied.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;   She went into the bedroom and,&lt;br&gt;   after a couple of minutes,&lt;br&gt;   she came out&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   carrying a huge birthday cake ...&lt;br&gt;   Followed&lt;br&gt;   by my wife,&lt;br&gt;   my kids,&lt;br&gt;   and dozens of my friends&lt;br&gt;   and co-workers,&lt;br&gt;   all singing &amp;#39;Happy Birthday&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   And I just sat there...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   On the couch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 37pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-4192585565840329171?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/4192585565840329171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4192585565840329171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4192585565840329171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html" title="Why I fired My Secretary!" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQ3o8cSp7ImA9WxJXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-4465527128586475228</id><published>2009-06-11T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:47:32.479-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T22:47:32.479-07:00</app:edited><title>Vegetarian Chicken!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Each Friday night after  work, Santa Singh would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a tandoori chicken  and some meat kebabs.  But, all of his neighbours were strict Catholics ...  and since it was Lent,  they were forbidden from eating chicken and meat on  a Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The delicious aroma from  the grilled meats was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they  finally talked to their Priest.  The Priest came to visit Santa, and  suggested that he become a  Catholic.   After several classes and much  study, Santa attended Mass  ... and as the priest sprinkled holy water over  him, he said, "You  were born a Sikh, and raised a Sikh, but now, you are a  Catholic.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Santa's neighbors were  greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived.  The wonderful aroma of  tandoori chicken and meat kebabs filled the  neighbourhood.  The  Priest was called immediately by the neighbors and, as he rushed into  Santa&amp;#39;s backyard, clutching a rosary and  prepared to scold him, he stopped  and watched in amazement.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;There  stood Santa,   holding a small bottle of holy water which he  carefully sprinkled  over the grilling meats and chanted: &amp;quot;Oye, you waz  born a chicken, and you  waz born a lamb, you waz raised a chicken, and  you waz raised a lamb   but now yara, you are a potato and tomato&amp;quot;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;-- Singh is  King --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-4465527128586475228?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/4465527128586475228/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegetarian-chicken.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4465527128586475228?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4465527128586475228?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegetarian-chicken.html" title="Vegetarian Chicken!" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGSXgzcSp7ImA9WxJXF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-4085699685274724001</id><published>2009-06-11T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:45:28.689-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T22:45:28.689-07:00</app:edited><title>I love this Doctor</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;"&gt;I love this  Doctor  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="cid:image001.jpg@01C9EAA2.61FC5C60" alt="cid:_2_061E9C74061E997C0017B738652575D1" height="285" width="259"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: blue;"&gt;Q:  Doctor,  I&amp;#39;ve heard  that  cardiovascular exercise can  prolong life. Is this true? &lt;br&gt; A: Your  heart is  only good for so many  beats, and that&amp;#39;s  it...  don&amp;#39;t waste them on exercise.  Everything wears out  eventually.   Speeding up your heart will not make you live  longer; that&amp;#39;s like saying you can extend   the life of your car by driving it  faster.  Want to live longer?  Take  a  nap.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q: Should  I  cut  down on meat and  eat more fruits  and  vegetables? &lt;br&gt; A: You  must  grasp  logistical efficiencies.  What  does a cow eat?   Hay and  corn.   And what are these?   Vegetables.  So a steak  is nothing  more  than an efficient mechanism of   delivering vegetables to your   system.   Need grain?    Eat  chicken.   Beef is also a good  source  of field grass  (green leafy  vegetable).   And a pork chop can   give you  100% of your recommended daily  allowance of  vegetable  products.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  Should  I reduce my  alcohol  intake?  &lt;br&gt; A:  No,  not  at all.  Wine is made from  fruit.   Brandy is  distilled wine,  that means  they take the water out of  the fruity bit so  you  get even more of the goodness that   way.   Beer is also made out  of  grain.  Bottoms   up!  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  How  can I calculate my body/fat ratio?  &lt;br&gt; A:  Well,  if you have a body and you have fat,  your ratio is one  to one.  If you have  two bodies, your  ratio is two to  one,  etc. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q: What  are some  of  the advantages of participating in a  regular  exercise  program?  &lt;br&gt; A:  Can&amp;#39;t  think of a single one, sorry.   My  philosophy is: No   Pain...Good!  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:   Aren&amp;#39;t  fried  foods bad for you?   &lt;br&gt; A:  YOU&amp;#39;RE   NOT  LISTENING!!! ......  Foods are fried  these days in  vegetable oil.  In  fact,  they&amp;#39;re permeated in it.  How  could  getting more  vegetables be bad  for  you?  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  Will   sit-ups  help prevent me from getting a little  soft  around  the  middle?  &lt;br&gt; A: Definitely  not!  When  you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger.  You  should only be  doing sit-ups if you  want a bigger stomach.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  Is    chocolate bad for me?  &lt;br&gt; A:  Are    you crazy? HELLO   Cocoa  beans ! Another  vegetable!!! It&amp;#39;s the best feel-good    food around! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  Is    swimming good for your figure?   &lt;br&gt; A:   If   swimming is good for  your  figure, explain whales to  me.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Q:  Is  getting in-shape important for my  lifestyle?  &lt;br&gt; A:  Hey!   &amp;#39;Round&amp;#39; is  a shape!  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Well,   I hope  this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have  had about  food   and diets.  &lt;br&gt; AND.....&lt;br&gt; For  those of you  who watch what you eat, here&amp;#39;s the final  word  on nutrition and health. It&amp;#39;s a relief to know  the  truth after all those conflicting  nutritional  studies.   &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 1.  The Japanese eat  very little  fat&lt;br&gt; and  suffer  fewer heart attacks than   Americans.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 2. The Mexicans  eat  a lot of  fat&lt;br&gt; and suffer fewer heart  attacks than  Americans. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 3. The Chinese   drink very little  red wine &lt;br&gt; and  suffer fewer  heart attacks than   Americans.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 4. The  Italians  drink a lot  of red  wine&lt;br&gt; and suffer  fewer heart attacks  than  Americans.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; 5. The Germans   drink a lot of beers and eat lots of  sausages  and fats  and suffer fewer heart attacks than  Americans. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; CONCLUSION&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Eat  and drink what  you like.&lt;br&gt; Speaking  English is  apparently what kills   you. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; AND   REMEMBER: &lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Life should   NOT  be a journey to the grave with the  intention of  arriving  safely in an  attractive and well preserved  body, but  rather  to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in  one  hand - chocolate in  the other - body  thoroughly used up,  totally worn out and  screaming &amp;#39;WOO  HOO, What a  Ride&amp;#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-4085699685274724001?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/4085699685274724001/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this-doctor.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4085699685274724001?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/4085699685274724001?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-this-doctor.html" title="I love this Doctor" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACRXgzfip7ImA9WxJXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-8721861280119947624</id><published>2009-06-11T03:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T03:22:44.686-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T03:22:44.686-07:00</app:edited><title>A Chinese Call center</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" face="Arial" size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;@ A Chinese&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; Call center &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Hello, can I speak to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Annie Wan ? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No, I want to speak to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Annie Wan!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes I understand you want to speak to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;anyone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;. You can speak to me. Who is this? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I&amp;#39;m &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sam Wan .. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And I need to talk to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Annie Wan! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It&amp;#39;s urgent.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I know you are &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;someone &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;and you want to talk to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;anyone !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But what&amp;#39;s this urgent matter about?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Well... just tell my sister &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Annie Wan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;that our brother &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Noe Wan &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;was involved in an accident. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Noe Wan &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;got injured and now &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Noe Wan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;is being sent to the hospital. Right now, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Avery Wan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;is on his way to the hospital.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Look, if &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;no one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;was injured and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;no one&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn&amp;#39;t an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don&amp;#39;t have time for this! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I&amp;#39;m &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saw Ree ..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Yes! You should be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;sorry &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;. Now give me your name!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Operator: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That&amp;#39;s what I said. I&amp;#39;m &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saw Ree .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Caller:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Oh .....God....... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Good Wan! (Good One! )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks - Prajish&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-8721861280119947624?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/8721861280119947624/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/chinese-call-center.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/8721861280119947624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/8721861280119947624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/06/chinese-call-center.html" title="A Chinese Call center" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QEQ3syfyp7ImA9WxVbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-720624181734542652</id><published>2009-04-02T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:41:42.597-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-02T02:41:42.597-07:00</app:edited><title>Motivation!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;In 1980, IDBI bank rejected loan for Ambani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In 2008, Mukesh Ambani was planning to buy IDBI bank.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this shows nothing is impossible... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now in 2009, HDFC bank rejected loan for me.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but in 2020,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm planning to.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:fuchsia;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apply for loan again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-720624181734542652?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/720624181734542652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/04/motivation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/720624181734542652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/720624181734542652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/04/motivation.html" title="Motivation!" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMAR34_fCp7ImA9WxVUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-5529884397036012058</id><published>2009-03-24T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:47:26.044-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T06:47:26.044-07:00</app:edited><title>Funny English (some old + new ones)</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255); margin: 5px 0px 5px 5px; padding-left: 5px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;  &lt;div style="width: 655px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt 25px 0pt 0pt; width: 470px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; font-size: inherit; line-height: inherit; font-size-adjust: inherit; font-stretch: inherit;" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: comic sans ms;" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Principal to student...&amp;quot; I saw u yesterday rotating near girls hostel pulling cigerette... ? &amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Class teacher once said :&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot; pick up the paper and fall in the dustbin!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; once hindi teacher said....&amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m going out of the world to america..&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;..DON&amp;#39;T TRY TO TALK IN FRONT OF MY BACK..&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; dont..laugh at the back benches...otherwise teeth and all will be fallen down.....&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; it was very hot in the afternoon when the teacher entered.. She tried to switch the fan on, but there was some problem. and then she said&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot; why is fan not oning&amp;quot; (ing form of on)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; teacher in a furious mood...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; write down ur name and father of ur name!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;shhh... quiet... the principal is revolving around college&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; My manager started like this&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Hi, I am Madhu, Married with two kids&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll illustrate what i have in my mind&amp;quot; said the professor and erased the board&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;will u hang that calender or else i&amp;#39;ll HANG MYSELF&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; LIBRARIAN SCOLDE ,&amp;quot; IF U WILL TALK AGAIN , I WILL KNEEL DOWN OUTSIDE&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chemistry HOD comes and tells us...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;My aim is to study my son and marry my daughter&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tomorrow call ur parents especially mother and father&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;why are you looking at the monkeys outside when i am in the class?!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Lab assistant said this when my friend wrote wrong code..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;I understand.. You understand. Computer how understand??&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ************ ********* ***&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Seing the principal passing by, the teacher told the noisy class..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Keep quiet, the principal has passed away&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-5529884397036012058?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/5529884397036012058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-english-some-old-new-ones.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/5529884397036012058?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/5529884397036012058?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-english-some-old-new-ones.html" title="Funny English (some old + new ones)" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBRnw8fSp7ImA9WxVUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6846836629022802111.post-7969165790794773737</id><published>2009-03-24T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:44:17.275-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T06:44:17.275-07:00</app:edited><title>Pilot Vs Engineers</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;div vlink="purple" link="blue" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pilot Vs Engineers... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After every flight, pilots fill out a form called a gripe sheet,which conveys to the mechanics problems encountered with the aircraft during the flight that need repair or correction. The mechanics read and correct the problem, and then respond in writing on the lower half of the form what remedial action was taken and the pilot reviews the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews and engineers lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual logged maintenance complaints and problems as submitted by Qantas pilots and the solution recorded by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident. (Touch Wood &amp;amp; God Bless us All :-)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;(P = The problem logged by the pilot.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(S = The solution and action taken by the &amp;gt; engineers.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Left inside main tyre almost needs replacement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Almost replaced left inside main tyre.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Something loose in cockpit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Something tightened in cockpit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Dead bugs on windshield.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;S: Live bugs on back-order.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;S: Evidence removed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: DME volume unbelievably loud.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: DME volume set to more believable level.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: That&amp;#39;s what they&amp;#39;re there for.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: IFF inoperative.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Suspected crack in windshield.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Suspect you&amp;#39;re right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Number 3 engine missing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Aircraft handles funny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Target radar hums.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P: Mouse in cockpit.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;S: Cat installed.&lt;font color="#888888"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6846836629022802111-7969165790794773737?l=reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/feeds/7969165790794773737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/03/pilot-vs-engineers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/7969165790794773737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6846836629022802111/posts/default/7969165790794773737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://reallyfunnymails.blogspot.com/2009/03/pilot-vs-engineers.html" title="Pilot Vs Engineers" /><author><name>Quakeboy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

