<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:37:15.235+05:30</updated><category term='ANIMAL'/><category term='COUPLE'/><category term='ALCOHOL'/><category term='LAWYER'/><category term='SPORTS'/><category term='BABY'/><title type='text'>Collection of best jokes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-852329109892724661</id><published>2009-03-24T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:07:42.224+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>TWO ROACHES</title><content type='html'>Two roaches were munching on garbage in an alley when one engages a discussion about a new restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in that new restaurant across the street," said one. "It's so clean! The kitchen is spotless, and the floors are gleaming white. There is no dirt anywhere--it's so sanitary that the whole place shines." pr0p3rty0fahaj0kes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," said the other roach frowning. "Not while I'm eating!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-852329109892724661?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/852329109892724661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=852329109892724661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/852329109892724661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/852329109892724661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-roaches.html' title='TWO ROACHES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-3955010094776796349</id><published>2009-03-24T21:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:07:10.164+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>SOUND</title><content type='html'>A mother was reading a book about animals to her 3 year old daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "What does the cow say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: "Moo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Great! What does the cat say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: "Meow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Oh, you're so smart! What does the frog say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this wide-eyed little 3 year-old looked up at her mother and in her deepest voice replied, "Bud."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-3955010094776796349?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3955010094776796349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=3955010094776796349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3955010094776796349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3955010094776796349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/sound.html' title='SOUND'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-5965241130102974231</id><published>2009-03-24T21:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:06:01.628+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>3 MICE</title><content type='html'>Three rats are sitting at the bar talking bragging about their bravery and toughness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first says, "I'm so tough, once I ate a whole bagful of rat poison!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second says, "Well I'm so tough, once I was caught in a rat trap and I bit it apart!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the third rat gets up and says, "Later guys, I'm off home to harass the cat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-5965241130102974231?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5965241130102974231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=5965241130102974231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5965241130102974231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5965241130102974231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-mice.html' title='3 MICE'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-5620754513244179980</id><published>2009-03-24T21:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:05:25.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>DOG: THE CHESS PLAYER</title><content type='html'>A man went to visit a friend and was amazed to find him playing chess with his dog. He watched the game in astonishment for a while. "I can hardly believe my eyes!" he exclaimed. "That's the smartest dog I've ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, he's not so smart," the friend replied. "I've beaten him three games out of five."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-5620754513244179980?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5620754513244179980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=5620754513244179980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5620754513244179980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5620754513244179980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/dog-chess-player.html' title='DOG: THE CHESS PLAYER'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-7638116496824479349</id><published>2009-03-19T19:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:06:13.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUPLE'/><title type='text'>COWBOY BOOT</title><content type='html'>An elderly couple was vacationing in the American West. Sam had always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots. On the next to the last day of their vacation, he saw the perfect boots on sale, bought them, and proudly wore them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sauntered into their hotel room and said to his wife, "Notice anything different, Helen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen looked him over, and said: "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam replied excitedly, "Come on, Helen, take a good look. Notice anything different about me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen looked again. "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, Sam stormed off into the bathroom, undressed, and clomped back into the room, completely naked, except for his boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he asked, a little louder this time, "Notice anything DIFFERENT?" Helen looked up and said: "Sam, what's different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, it'll be hanging down again tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, Sam yelled, "AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN, HELEN? IT'S HANGING DOWN BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Helen replied: "Shoulda bought a hat, Sam; you shoulda bought a hat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-7638116496824479349?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7638116496824479349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=7638116496824479349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/7638116496824479349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/7638116496824479349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/cowboy-boot.html' title='COWBOY BOOT'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2713850216202012855</id><published>2009-03-19T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:01:01.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPORTS'/><title type='text'>FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>A guy wearing an Army football jersey walks into a bar, carrying a cat. The cat is also dressed in a little Army jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says to the bartender, "Can my cat and I watch the Army- Navy game here? My cable is out, and my cat and I always watch the game together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replies, "Normally, cats wouldn't be allowed in my bar, but it's not very busy right now, so you and the cat can have a seat at the end of the bar. But, if there's any trouble with you or the cat, I'll have to ask you to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy agrees, and he and his cat start watching the game. Pretty soon Army manages to kick a field goal and the excited cat jumps up on the bar, meows loudly, runs over to the bartender and gives him a high-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "Wow, that's pretty cool! What does he do for a touchdown?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys answers, "I don't know, I've only had him for 3 years."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2713850216202012855?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2713850216202012855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2713850216202012855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2713850216202012855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2713850216202012855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/football.html' title='FOOTBALL'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-5645059327669006785</id><published>2009-03-19T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:51:31.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COUPLE'/><title type='text'>MARRIED COUPLE IN A TRAIN</title><content type='html'>A man and a woman who had never met before found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train. They tried to make other arrangements, but the train was full and they were both very tired. They agreed to make the best of it for at least one night. There were two berths, and the man gallantly agreed to take the upper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you please reach into that closet to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a better idea," she replied. "Just for tonight, let's pretend that we're married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good," she said. "Get your own fcuking blanket."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-5645059327669006785?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5645059327669006785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=5645059327669006785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5645059327669006785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5645059327669006785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/03/married-couple-in-train.html' title='MARRIED COUPLE IN A TRAIN'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-1909503242351074029</id><published>2009-01-30T22:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:47:36.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCOHOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A husband and wife are in bed when there is a knock at the door. The husband rolls over and looks at his clock -- it's 3:30 a.m. He drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opens the door, there is a drunk slumped there. "Hi ya," slurs the stranger. "Can you give me a push?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get lost," says the man. "It's half-past three."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slams the door and goes back up to bed. He tells his wife about the drunk. She says, "Dave, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain and you had to knock on that man's door? What would've happened if he'd told us to get lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the husband gets back out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door and calls out, "Hey, do you still want a push?" A voice answers, "Yes, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you?" calls the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger replies, "I'm over here -- on your swing set."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-1909503242351074029?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1909503242351074029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=1909503242351074029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1909503242351074029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1909503242351074029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/husband-and-wife-are-in-bed-when-there.html' title=''/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-3940184572588052550</id><published>2009-01-30T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:47:08.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCOHOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man walks into a  bar and says, "Excuse me, I'd like a pint of beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender serves the drink and says, "That'll be four dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and hands it to the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, sir," the bartender says, "but I can't accept that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls out a ten-dollar bill and the bartender rejects his money again. "What's going on here?" the man asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to a neon sign, the bartender explains, "This is a Singles Bar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-3940184572588052550?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3940184572588052550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=3940184572588052550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3940184572588052550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3940184572588052550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-walks-into-bar-and-says-excuse-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-5595502647134275581</id><published>2009-01-30T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:46:34.317+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCOHOL'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An old guy walks into  a bar and asks for a bottle of forty-year old Scotch.  The bartender, not wanting to give up the good liquor, pours a shot of ten-year Scotch and figures that the guy won't be able to tell the difference.  The guy downs the Scotch and says: "This Scotch is only ten years old!  I specifically asked for forty-year old Scotch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed, the bartender reaches into a locked cabinet underneath the bar and pulls out a bottle of twenty-year old Scotch and pours the man a shot.  The guy drinks it down and says, "That was twenty-year old Scotch.  I asked for forty-year old Scotch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bartender goes into the back room and brings out a bottle of thirty-year old Scotch and pours the guy a drink.   By now a small crowd has gathered around the man and is watching anxiously as he downs the latest drink.  Once again the guy states the true age of the Scotch and repeats his original request for forty-year old Scotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender can hold off no longer and disappears into the cellar to get a bottle of prime forty-year old Scotch. Soon, the bartender returns with the bottle and pours a shot. The guy downs the Scotch and says, "Now this is forty-year old Scotch!"  The crowd applauds his discriminating palate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old drunk who had been watching the proceedings with interest, raises a full shot glass of his own and says, "Here, take a swig of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy takes the glass and downs the drink in one swallow. Immediately, he chokes and spits out the liquid on the barroom floor. "My God!  That tastes like piss," he yells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great guess," says the drunk.  "Now, how old am I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-5595502647134275581?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5595502647134275581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=5595502647134275581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5595502647134275581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5595502647134275581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-guy-walks-into-bar-and-asks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-1283466998728099344</id><published>2009-01-30T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:43:56.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCOHOL'/><title type='text'>ALCOHOLIC</title><content type='html'>When the Lord gave out brains, I thought he said trains and I missed mine! When he gave out looks, I thought he said books, and I didn't want any! When he gave out noses, I thought he said Four Roses, and I ordered a big one! When he gave out legs, I thought he said kegs, and I ordered two fat ones! When he gave out ears, I thought he said beers, and I ordered two long ones! When the Lord gave out chins, I thought he said gins, and I said 'Give me a double' Oh Lord! I'm a mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-1283466998728099344?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1283466998728099344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=1283466998728099344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1283466998728099344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1283466998728099344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/alcoholic.html' title='ALCOHOLIC'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-5801686358374342145</id><published>2009-01-30T21:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:27:31.679+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALCOHOL'/><title type='text'>ALCOHOL JOKES</title><content type='html'>15 - You spent Sunday  night in jail for cow-tipping — with your Oldsmobile.&lt;br /&gt;14 - Although armed with fire extinguishers, friends stood at a safe distance as you blew out your birthday candles.&lt;br /&gt;13 - Thanks to you, Jack Daniels stock is up 15 1/4 since Friday.&lt;br /&gt;12 - Boris Yeltsin called personally to ask you to slow down on the Stoli.&lt;br /&gt;11 - For some reason, there's salt on the rim of your basketball goal.&lt;br /&gt;10 - Your name is Otis and Sheriff Andy has brought you some of Aunt Bea's pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;9 - For the money you spent on Thunderbird, you could've bought the automobile.&lt;br /&gt;8 - You're now the proud inventor of the "Slim Jim": Ultra Slim-Fast shakes made with Jim Beam.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Answering machine full of warnings from Coach Switzer.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Absolut wants to run an ad featuring a picture of your liver in the shape of a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Yet again, dry cleaner employees greet you with, "Hey, it's Vomit Man!"&lt;br /&gt;4 - The doorman asks for your I.D. just to see how long it'll take you to find your pants.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Your liver, in a fit of pique, leaps out of your abdominal cavity into a pan of frying onions.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Worried friends call Monday morning to make sure you returned the goat. &lt;br /&gt;1 - You're now sober enough to realize "Drink Canada Dry" is a slogan and not a personal challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-5801686358374342145?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/5801686358374342145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=5801686358374342145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5801686358374342145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/5801686358374342145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/alcohol-jokes.html' title='ALCOHOL JOKES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-3082997146544062986</id><published>2009-01-15T21:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:17:20.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABY'/><title type='text'>BABY JOKES</title><content type='html'>I see the baby's nose is running again," said a worried father.&lt;br /&gt;"For goodness sake!" snapped his wife. "Can't you think of anything other than horse racing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you drop the baby?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mrs Smith said he was a bonny bouncing baby, so I wanted to see if he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-3082997146544062986?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/3082997146544062986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=3082997146544062986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3082997146544062986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/3082997146544062986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-jokes.html' title='BABY JOKES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2107072831348953744</id><published>2009-01-07T17:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:26:16.605+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sardarji Jokes</title><content type='html'>Sardarji Jokes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure the person is Sardar when he:&lt;br /&gt;- Puts lipstick on the forehead because he wants to makeup his mind.&lt;br /&gt;- Sends a fax with a postage stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;- Thinks socialism means partying.&lt;br /&gt;- Takes a ruler to bed to see how long he slept.&lt;br /&gt;- At the bottom of the application where it says, "Sign here" he puts "Sagittarius."&lt;br /&gt;- Sells the car for gas money.&lt;br /&gt;- Misses the 44 bus, and takes the 22 twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;- Drives to the airport and sees a sign that said, "Airport left", he turns around and   goes home.&lt;br /&gt;     * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Why did 18 sardarjis go to a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Because below 18 was not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;     * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;How do you make a Sardar laugh on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;Tell him a joke on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;     * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;What is the Sardar doing when he holds his hands tightly over his ears?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on to a thought.&lt;br /&gt;    * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Why do Sardars work seven days a week?&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to re-train them on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;    * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you look into a Sardar's eyes?&lt;br /&gt;The back of his head.&lt;br /&gt;    * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a sardar who drinks only beer?&lt;br /&gt;Just-beer Singh ('T' silent!).&lt;br /&gt;   * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Why does Sardar always smile during lightning storms?&lt;br /&gt;They think their picture is being taken.&lt;br /&gt;   * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Why does Sardar have "TGIF" written on their shoes?&lt;br /&gt;Toes Go In First.&lt;br /&gt;   * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;Why can't Sardar dial 911?&lt;br /&gt;They can not find the eleven on the phone&lt;br /&gt;   * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, look at the dead bird."&lt;br /&gt;Sardar looked skyward and said "Where, Where?&lt;br /&gt;   * * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2107072831348953744?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2107072831348953744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2107072831348953744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2107072831348953744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2107072831348953744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/sardarji-jokes.html' title='Sardarji Jokes'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-758583031538310251</id><published>2009-01-07T17:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:25:40.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LALOOJI</title><content type='html'>Laloo Prasad  was hosting a Japanese Delegation for Business Development to Bihar. The Japanese Emissary was quite impressed with Bihar and he stated, "Bihar is an excellent state. Give us three years and we will turn it into an economic superpower like Japan." Laloo was very surprised. "You Japanese are very ineficient," he stated. "Give me three days and I will turn Japan into the next Bihar!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-758583031538310251?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/758583031538310251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=758583031538310251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/758583031538310251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/758583031538310251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalooji.html' title='LALOOJI'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-6627796174804465468</id><published>2009-01-07T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:23:13.837+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LECTURER</title><content type='html'>Lecturer: The lecturer is taking the class seriously.&lt;br /&gt;One of the student looking towards the window side in the class room.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer asks the student "For what purpose you are coming to the school?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: For vidhya sir(In Telugu Vidhya means Education).&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer: Then why you are looking towards window?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Vidhya(Girl friend) has not come upto now sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-6627796174804465468?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6627796174804465468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=6627796174804465468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6627796174804465468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6627796174804465468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/lecturer.html' title='LECTURER'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-7711747256654834201</id><published>2009-01-06T22:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:05:55.602+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Safest Way to Drive</title><content type='html'>Peter Ludwig, a caver from Austria who is appalled by American driving&lt;br /&gt;habits, offers the following advice:&lt;br /&gt;The probability of being involved in a traffic accident is directly&lt;br /&gt;proportional to time spent on the road.  Driving fast decreases one's&lt;br /&gt;exposure.&lt;br /&gt;One third of traffic accidents are caused by drunk drivers; two thirds&lt;br /&gt;are caused by non-drunk drivers.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the safest way to drive is drunk and VERY fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-7711747256654834201?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/7711747256654834201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=7711747256654834201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/7711747256654834201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/7711747256654834201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/safest-way-to-drive.html' title='Safest Way to Drive'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2718801612229517155</id><published>2009-01-06T22:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:04:21.275+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PROGRAMMING JOKES</title><content type='html'>Two bytes meet.  The first byte asks, “Are you ill?” &lt;br /&gt;The second byte replies, “No, just feeling a bit off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight bytes walk into a bar.  The bartender asks, “Can I get you anything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” reply the bytes.  “Make us a double.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How did the programmer die in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;A. He read the shampoo bottle instructions: Lather. Rinse. Repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2718801612229517155?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2718801612229517155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2718801612229517155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2718801612229517155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2718801612229517155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/programming-jokes.html' title='PROGRAMMING JOKES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-4545541542570320801</id><published>2009-01-05T18:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:29:29.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Husband's Moment of Realization</title><content type='html'>A woman's husband had been  slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she stayed by his bedside every single day. When he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. As she sat by him, he said, "You know what? You have been with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you gave me support. When my health started failing, you were still by my side... You know what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What dear?" She asked gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you bring me bad luck."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-4545541542570320801?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/4545541542570320801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=4545541542570320801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/4545541542570320801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/4545541542570320801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/husbands-moment-of-realization.html' title='A Husband&apos;s Moment of Realization'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-1012372916907175732</id><published>2009-01-05T18:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:28:48.241+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Skin Transplant Surgery</title><content type='html'>A married couple was&lt;br /&gt;in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned.  The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny.  So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty.  She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me.   There is no way I could ever repay you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it.  I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-1012372916907175732?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1012372916907175732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=1012372916907175732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1012372916907175732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1012372916907175732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/skin-transplant-surgery.html' title='Skin Transplant Surgery'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2658750819698969279</id><published>2009-01-03T19:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:37:03.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>ANIMAL JOKES</title><content type='html'>##One day, down in the mystical forest, a magical frog was hopping towards a water hole....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The forest was so enormous that the frog had never laid eyes on another animal before. But today, by chance a bear was chasing after a rabbit to have for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog called for the two to stop and said, "Because you are the only two animals I have seen, I will grant both of you three wishes. Bear, you can go first." The bear thought for a moment, and being the male he was, said, "I wish for all the bears in this forest, apart from me, to be female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his wish, the rabbit asked for a crash helmet, and immediately put it on. The bear was amazed at the stupidity of the rabbit, wasting his wish like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the bear's second turn for a wish. "Well, I wish that all the bears in the next forest were female as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit asked for a motorcycle and immediately hopped on it and roared the engine. The bear was shocked that the rabbit was asking for such idiotic items, because after all, he could have asked for money and bought the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last wish the bear thought for a while and then said, "I wish that all the bears in the world, apart from me, were female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit grinned, roared the engine, and said, "I wish that the bear was female."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##Having arived at the edge of the river, the fisherman soon realized he had forgotten to bring any bait. Just then he happened to see a little snake passing by who had caught a worm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fisherman snatched up the snake and robbed him of his worm. Feeling sorry for the little snake with no lunch, he snatched him up again and poured a little beer down his throat and went about his fishing. An hour or so later the fisherman felt a tug at his pant leg. Looking down, he saw the same snake with three more worms in his mouth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2658750819698969279?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2658750819698969279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2658750819698969279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2658750819698969279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2658750819698969279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2009/01/animal-jokes.html' title='ANIMAL JOKES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-1694909135630078586</id><published>2008-09-13T18:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:16:20.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A guy steps into an elevator and there's just one attractive woman in&lt;br /&gt;   it. He turns around to&lt;br /&gt;   push the button for his floor and his elbow bumps right into her&lt;br /&gt;   breast. He says, "Oh, I'm&lt;br /&gt;   so sorry. If your heart is as soft as your breast, I hope you'll be&lt;br /&gt;   able to forgive me." She&lt;br /&gt;   looks at him a few seconds and says, "That's all right. If your penis&lt;br /&gt;   is as hard as your&lt;br /&gt;   elbow, I'm in room 204."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-1694909135630078586?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/1694909135630078586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=1694909135630078586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1694909135630078586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/1694909135630078586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/guy-steps-into-elevator-and-theres-just.html' title=''/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-8114964084365924922</id><published>2008-09-13T17:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:57:52.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A guy was trying to console a friend who'd just found his wife&lt;br /&gt;in bed with another man.&lt;br /&gt;"Get over it, buddy," he said. "It's not the end of the world." &lt;br /&gt;"It's all right for you to say," answered his buddy. "But what&lt;br /&gt;if you came home one night and caught another man in bed with&lt;br /&gt;your wife?" &lt;br /&gt;The fella ponders for a moment, then says, "I'd break his cane&lt;br /&gt;and kick his seeing-eye dog in the ass."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-8114964084365924922?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8114964084365924922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=8114964084365924922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8114964084365924922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8114964084365924922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/09/guy-was-trying-to-console-friend-whod.html' title=''/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-4478086455181876647</id><published>2008-05-25T13:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:46:49.272+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW ADDITION</title><content type='html'>THE ANIMAL JOKE&lt;br /&gt;Two guys are hunting in the forest and they run across a bear. They both take off running, after a while one guy stops and takes off his backpack and takes out a pair of running shoes. The other guy sees this and is wondering what is going on, so he stops, runs back to the guy and asks "Why are you putting on your running shoes, do you really think you are going to be able to out run that bear with those?" the other guy said "I don't have to out run the bear, I just have to out run YOU!" What do you get when you cross an elephant with a rhino? ELEPHINO!(hell if I know)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NATURE JOKE:&lt;br /&gt;2 worms crawling through the grass. Male worm says to female worm " how about you and I going back to your place? Female worm says " ok" they get back to her place and the male worm notices that she has on a wedding ring. Male worm says " I'm sorry honey but I don't do this sort of thing with married worms. female worm says " don't worry, my husband is not coming home. Male worm says " how do you know that for sure? Female worm says " he got up early this morning and went fishing! Man getting ready to celebrate his 100th birthday. All his friends get together and send him a woman. She knocks at his door and he answers it to find every mans dream girl. She says to him - I'm here to give you supersx. He says to the young lady - thanks for coming over young lady but I think it will have to be the soup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; THE FAMILY JOKE&lt;br /&gt;An old couple were watching television one evening. The wife said "I am going to get a dish of ice cream". The husband said "I will get you some ice cream". "I'll write it down so you don't forget" she said. "I won't forget" he said. "But I want chocolate syrup and nuts on it so I'll write it down" she said. "I will get you the ice cream don't you worry" he said. A few minutes later he returned with bacon and eggs and she said "I should have written it down because you forgot the toast"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CHURCH JOKE&lt;br /&gt;Adam and God were walking in the garden one day. Adam asked God, "why did you make Eve so beautiful?" God said, "Adam, so that you would love Eve." Adam, "But, why did you make her so stupid?" God, "So that she would love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-4478086455181876647?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/4478086455181876647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=4478086455181876647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/4478086455181876647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/4478086455181876647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-addition.html' title='NEW ADDITION'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-8518423936336706867</id><published>2008-03-21T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:39:43.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JOKES ON TEETH</title><content type='html'>Fan: I''ve always admired you. Are your teeth your own? Actor: Whose do you think they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the vampire call his false teeth? A new fangled device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the man who put his false teeth in backwards? He ate himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the old lady cover her mouth with her hands when she sneezed? To catch her false teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man coughed violently, and his false teeth shot across the room and smashed against the wall. "Oh, dear," he said, "whatever shall I do? I can''t afford a new set." "Don''t worry," said his friend. "I''ll get a pair from my brother for you." The next day the friend came back with the teeth, which fitted perfectly. "This is wonderful," said the man. "Your brother must be a very good dentist." "Oh, he''s not a dentist," replied the friend, "he''s an undertaker."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-8518423936336706867?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8518423936336706867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=8518423936336706867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8518423936336706867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8518423936336706867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/jokes-on-teeth.html' title='JOKES ON TEETH'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-8534293188981015907</id><published>2008-03-21T21:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-21T21:32:08.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL JOKES</title><content type='html'>Teacher: What''s 2 and 2?Pupil: 4Teacher: That''s good.Pupil: Good?, that''s perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Who can tell me where Hadrians Wall is?Pupil: I expect it''s around Hadrian''s garden miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why does the statue of liberty stand in New York harbour?Pupil: Because it can''t sit down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Where is your homework?Pupil: I lost it fighting this kid who said you weren''t the best teacher in the school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: If 1+1=2 and 2+2=4, what is 4+4?Pupil: That''s not fair!You answer the easy ones and leave us with the hard one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-8534293188981015907?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/8534293188981015907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=8534293188981015907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8534293188981015907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/8534293188981015907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-jokes.html' title='SCHOOL JOKES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-9155142856451865397</id><published>2008-03-17T21:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:13:44.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>Late Anniversary Gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry, a loving husband, was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary and his wife was really ticked off at him. She told him, "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in under 6 seconds, AND IT BETTER BE THERE."&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, Larry got up really early before work.&lt;br /&gt;When his wife woke up a couple of hours later, she looked out the window, and sure enough, there was a small gift-wrapped box sitting in the middle of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, the wife put on her robe, ran out to the driveway, and took the box into the house.&lt;br /&gt;She opened it, and inside found a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-9155142856451865397?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/9155142856451865397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=9155142856451865397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/9155142856451865397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/9155142856451865397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/marriage.html' title='MARRIAGE'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-9058772178797269368</id><published>2008-03-17T21:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:30:41.319+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAWYER'/><title type='text'>SOME MORE ON LAWYERS</title><content type='html'>Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 The Teacher, the Thief &amp; the Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher, a thief and a lawyer all die in the same freak accident. So when they reach the pearly gates, St. Peter tells them that, unfortunately, heaven is overcrowded, so they each have to answer a question correctly for admission. The teacher is first, and St. Peter asks, “Name the famous ship that was sunk by an iceberg?” “Phew, that one's easy,” says the teacher, “The Titanic.” “Alright,” said St.Peter, “you may pass.” Then the thief got his question: “How many died on the Titanic?” The thief replied, “That's a toughy, but fortunately I just saw the movie. The answer is 1500 people.” And so he passed through. Last, St. Peter gave the lawyer his question: “Name them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 The Hit and Run Case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very successful lawyer parked his brand-new Lexus in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he got out, a truck passed too close and completely tore the door off of the driver's side. The counselor immediately grabbed his cell phone, dialed 911, and within minutes a policeman pulled up. Before the officer had a chance to ask any questions, the lawyer started screaming hysterically. His Lexus, which he had just picked up the day before, was now completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter what the body shop did to it. When the lawyer finally wound down from his ranting and raving, the officer shook his head in disgust and disbelief. "I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you don't notice anything else." "How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer. The cop replied, "Don't you know that your left arm is missing from the elbow down? It must have been torn off when the truck hit you." "Ahhh!" screamed the lawyer. "Where's my Rolex!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-9058772178797269368?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/9058772178797269368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=9058772178797269368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/9058772178797269368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/9058772178797269368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-more-on-lawyers.html' title='SOME MORE ON LAWYERS'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-6191967047684473989</id><published>2008-03-17T21:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:04:46.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LATEST ONES</title><content type='html'>Bin Laden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Genie and the Taliban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guys: a Canadian, Osama bin Laden, and Uncle Sam are out walking together one day. They come across a lantern and a genie pops out of it. "I will give each of you each one wish. That's three wishes total," says the genie. The Canadian says, "I'm a farmer, my dad was a farmer, and my son will also farm. I want the land to be forever fertile in Canada." With a blink of the genie's eye, *POOF* the land in Canada was forever made fertile for farming. Bin Laden was amazed, so he said, "I want a wall around Afghanistan, so that no infidels, Jews, or Americans can come into our precious state." Again, with a blink of the genie's eye, *POOF* there was a huge wall around Afghanistan. "Uncle Sam" (A former civil engineer), asks, "I'm very curious. Please tell me more about this wall." The Genie explains, "Well, it's about 15,000 feet high, 500 feet thick, and completely surrounds the country; nothing can get in or out - it's virtually impenetrable." Uncle Sam says, "Fill it with water."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-6191967047684473989?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6191967047684473989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=6191967047684473989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6191967047684473989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6191967047684473989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/latest-ones.html' title='LATEST ONES'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2628476165652553357</id><published>2008-03-12T21:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:25:25.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LAWYER'/><title type='text'>SHORT QUE. ON LAWYER</title><content type='html'>Q. Why won't sharks attack lawyers?&lt;br /&gt;A. Professional courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is going to a meeting of the Bar Association like going into a bait shop?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because of the abundance of suckers, leeches, maggots and night crawlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the definition of a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;A. A mouth with a life support system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's the definition of mixed emotions?&lt;br /&gt;A. Watching your attorney drive over a cliff in your new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you heard about the lawyers’ word processor?&lt;br /&gt;A. No matter what font you select, everything comes out in fine print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you call a smiling, sober, courteous person at a bar association convention?&lt;br /&gt;A. The caterer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you tell a lawyer is lying?&lt;br /&gt;A. Other lawyers look interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do you have when a lawyer is buried up to his neck in sand?&lt;br /&gt;A. Not enough sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2628476165652553357?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2628476165652553357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2628476165652553357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2628476165652553357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2628476165652553357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/shory-que-on-lawyer.html' title='SHORT QUE. ON LAWYER'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-2056719668583692879</id><published>2008-03-12T21:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:22:40.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING RELATED TO POLITICS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Q, Newt G. and Bill C. are traveling in a car together in the Midwest. A tornado comes along and whirls them up into the air and tosses them thousands of yards away. When they come down and extract themselves from the vehicle, they realize they're in the land of Oz. They decide to go to see the Wizard of Oz. Quayle says, "I'm going to ask the Wizard for a brain." Gingrich says, "I'm going to ask the Wizard for a heart." Clinton says, "Where's Dorothy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Congressman was once asked about his attitude toward whiskey... "If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it. But if you mean the elixir of Christmas cheer, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, and B.C. are on the titanic. When it starts to sink Carter yells, "Quick, save the women and children!" Nixon: "Screw the women and children" Clinton: "Do we have time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day about a month ago, B.C. was looking for a call girl. He found three such ladies in a local lounge---a blonde , a brunette , and a redhead. To the blonde he said , "I am the president of the united states. How much would it cost me to spend some time with you?" The blonde replied, "Two hundred dollars." To the brunette he posed the same question , and she replied, "One hundred dollars. "He then asked the redhead the same question. The redhead replied, "Mr. President , if you can raise my skirt as high as my taxes.... Get my panties as low as my wages...get that thing of yours as hard as the times... Keep it high as the gas prices...keep me warmer than my apartment...and...screw me in private the way you do in public, then believe me Mr. President , it ain't gonna cost you a cent."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-2056719668583692879?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/2056719668583692879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=2056719668583692879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2056719668583692879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/2056719668583692879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-related-to-politics.html' title='SOMETHING RELATED TO POLITICS'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-6512635014978512643</id><published>2008-03-12T20:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:36:16.659+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANIMAL'/><title type='text'>JOKES BASED ON ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gorilla Remover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wakes up one morning to find a gorilla on his roof. So he looks in the yellow pages and sure enough, there's an ad for "Gorilla Removers". He calls the number, and the gorilla remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The gorilla remover arrives, and gets out of his van. He's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do?" the homeowner asks.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go up there and knock the gorilla off the roof with this baseball bat. When the gorilla falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his testicles and not let go. The gorilla will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van."&lt;br /&gt;So the guy puts the ladder up, gets the bat and the shotgun and walks towards the ladder. As he gets to the base of the ladder, he hands the shotgun to the homeowner."What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner.&lt;br /&gt;"If the gorilla knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cat Analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats do what they want. &lt;br /&gt;They rarely listen to you. &lt;br /&gt;They're totally unpredictable. &lt;br /&gt;When you want to play, they want to be alone. &lt;br /&gt;When you want to be alone, they want to play. &lt;br /&gt;They expect you to cater to their every whim. &lt;br /&gt;They're moody. &lt;br /&gt;They leave hair everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;They're tiny women in little fur coats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cold water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to visit his 90 year old grandfather in a secluded, rural area of the state. After spending the night, his grandfather prepared breakfast for him consisting of eggs and bacon. He noticed a film-like substance on his plate and he questioned his grandfather....are these plates clean?&lt;br /&gt;His grandfather replied.... those plates are as clean as cold water can get them so go on and finish your meal.&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, while eating the hamburgers his grandfather made for lunch, he noticed tiny specks around the edge of this plate, and a substance that looked like dried egg yolks...so he asked again......are you sure these plates are clean?&lt;br /&gt;Without looking up from his hamburger, the grandfather says.....I told you before, those dishes are as clean as cold water can get them, now don't ask me about it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Later that afternoon, he was on his way out to get dinner in a nearby town. As he was leaving, Grandfather's dog started to growl and would not let him pass.... Grandfather, your dog won't let me out.&lt;br /&gt;Without diverting his attention from the football game he was watching, Grandfather shouted, COLDWATER, GET OUT OF THE WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IT Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A man walks into a Silicon Valley pet store looking to buy a monkey. The store owner points towards three identical looking monkeys in politically-correct, animal-friendly natural mini-habitats.&lt;br /&gt;"The one on the left costs $500," says the store owner.&lt;br /&gt;"Why so much?" asks the customer.&lt;br /&gt;"Because it can program in C," answers the store owner.&lt;br /&gt;The customer inquires about the next monkey and is told, "That one costs $1500, because it knows Visual C++ and Object-Relational technology."&lt;br /&gt;The startled man then asks about the third monkey. "That one costs $3000," answers the store owner.&lt;br /&gt;"3000 dollars!!" exclaims the man. "What can that one do?"&lt;br /&gt;To which the owner replies, "To be honest, I've never seen it do a single thing, but it calls itself a Consultant."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-6512635014978512643?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6512635014978512643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=6512635014978512643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6512635014978512643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6512635014978512643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/jokes-based-on-animals.html' title='JOKES BASED ON ANIMALS'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2543055713159810181.post-6467738823898575167</id><published>2008-03-12T20:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:53:05.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HUMOUR OF CHILDRENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abraham in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was leading a big class at famous local school. He &lt;br /&gt;was just a notorious guy, and known to drink a lot of beer and brandy.&lt;br /&gt;One day he asked the students, do you believe Abraham had a son when he &lt;br /&gt;was 100 years?&lt;br /&gt;Tilo, one of the student lift the hand and answered, Yes, his wife Sarah had&lt;br /&gt;90 years, and he died and stays in heaven with God.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher continues and says, do you think Abraham went to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, Yes, the bible says Abraham is with God in heaven now as &lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking with you.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says, what if he is in hell.&lt;br /&gt;The boy says then you'll ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Hary on Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Hary returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asks the father.&lt;br /&gt;"The teacher asked 'How much is 2x3' and I said "6" replies Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;"But that's right!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but then she asked me 'How much is 3x2?'"&lt;br /&gt;"What's the f***ing difference?" asks the father.&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I said too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Gini in the class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Gini was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through out the class. One day the teacher asked her while she was napping, `Tell me, Gini, who created the universe?`&lt;br /&gt;When Gini didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;`God Almighty!` shouted Gini. Teacher said, `Very good,` and Mary fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;A while later the teacher asked Gini, `Who is our Lord and Savior?`&lt;br /&gt;But, Gini didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. `Jesus Christ!` shouted Mary.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, `Very good,` and Mary fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher asked Gini a third question. `What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?`&lt;br /&gt;And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Gini jumped up and shouted, `If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A son's prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father walks by this son's bedroom and stops. He heard him say, " God bless Mommy, Daddy and Grandma. Ta Ta Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;The father did not know what the boy meant but he was glad his son was praying.&lt;br /&gt;The next day he found Grandpa died. That night he went to his sons room and heard his son praying,&lt;br /&gt;" God bless Mommy and Daddy. Ta Ta Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;The dad was scared but waited till morning. And sure enough Grandma was died.&lt;br /&gt;That night he went his sons room again and heard him praying, "God bless Mommy. Ta Ta Daddy."The Dad way really scared. He didn't sleep all night. In the morning he went to the doctor to check him.&lt;br /&gt;When he came home he saw his wife. His wife said,&lt;br /&gt;" Thank God you're here, Honey!!! we found the Milkman dead on the front porch this morning!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Little Johnny on the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little johnny got on the bus, sat next to a man reading a book, and noticed he had his collar on backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Little johnny asked why he wore his collar that way. The man, who was a priest, said, "I am a Father."&lt;br /&gt;Little johnny replied, "My Daddy doesn't wear his collar like that." The priest looked up from his book and answered, "I am the Father of many." Little johnny said, "My Dad has 4 boys, 4 girls and two grand- children and he doesn't wear his collar that way.&lt;br /&gt;The priest getting impatient said, "I am the Father of hundreds," and went back to reading his book.&lt;br /&gt;Little johnny sat quietly...but on leaving the bus he leaned over and said, "Well, maybe you should wear your pants backwards instead of your collar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2543055713159810181-6467738823898575167?l=bestjokescollection.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/feeds/6467738823898575167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2543055713159810181&amp;postID=6467738823898575167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6467738823898575167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2543055713159810181/posts/default/6467738823898575167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bestjokescollection.blogspot.com/2008/03/humour-of-childrens.html' title='HUMOUR OF CHILDRENS'/><author><name>fulltoss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15070983133314706054</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
