<?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-7408160935820527748</id><updated>2011-12-31T22:55:19.842-08:00</updated><category term='Desperate Woman'/><category term='Installing Husband'/><category term='CAN U GUESS???'/><category term='FINNY PICTURES'/><category term='IF MEN GOT PREGNANT'/><category term='what if'/><category term='funny pictures'/><category term='videos'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='homour pictures'/><category term='ways to turn down'/><category term='Girls vs Boys'/><category term='DISCRIMINATION'/><title type='text'>Its All About Humour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-7375532351686475244</id><published>2010-09-30T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:55:00.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Installing Husband'/><title type='text'>Desperate Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A desperate woman writes to the Technical support Guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Tech Support,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a distinct slowdown in the overall system&lt;br /&gt;performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery&lt;br /&gt;applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;5.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable&lt;br /&gt;programs, such as&lt;br /&gt;Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed&lt;br /&gt;undesirable programs such as NEWS&lt;br /&gt;5.0, MONEY 3.0 and CRICKET 4.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6&lt;br /&gt;simply crashes the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix&lt;br /&gt;these problems, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DESPERATE Madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enter command: i thought you loved me. html and try to&lt;br /&gt;download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt&lt;br /&gt;3.0 update.&lt;br /&gt;If that application works as designed, Husband1.0should&lt;br /&gt;then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and&lt;br /&gt;Flowers 3.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, remember, overuse of the above application can&lt;br /&gt;cause Husband 1.0 to default to Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0&lt;br /&gt;or Beer 6.1.&lt;br /&gt;Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will&lt;br /&gt;download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install&lt;br /&gt;Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that&lt;br /&gt;will eventually seize control of all your system&lt;br /&gt;resources.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications&lt;br /&gt;and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does&lt;br /&gt;have limited memory and cannot learn new applications&lt;br /&gt;quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You might consider buying additional software to improve&lt;br /&gt;memory and performance.&lt;br /&gt;We recommend: Cooking 3.0 and Hot Looks 7.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Madam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-7375532351686475244?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/7375532351686475244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=7375532351686475244' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-4331010719994496389</id><published>2008-09-26T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:31:43.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A different Love letter and a beautiful reply to it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different Love letter and a beautiful reply to it. &lt;br /&gt;A teenage college guy sent a love letter (in Q/A format) to his classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Reshma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following questionnaire. For Options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) 10 marks,&lt;br /&gt;(b) 5marks and&lt;br /&gt;(c) 3 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Whenever you enter the class room, your sight always falls on me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) of love&lt;br /&gt;(b) you couldn't control seeing me&lt;br /&gt;(c) really ... am I doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Whenever professor cracks joke, you laugh and turn and look at me because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you always like to see me smiling&lt;br /&gt;(b) you are testing whether I like jokes&lt;br /&gt;(c) you are attracted by my smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When you were singing in the class, I entered and immediately you stopped singing because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you are so coy to sing before me&lt;br /&gt;(b) my presence influenced you&lt;br /&gt;(c) you feared that whether I'll like your song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you were showing your childhood photo, when I asked for it, you hide it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you felt ashamed&lt;br /&gt;(b) you felt uneasy&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) During trekking, myself and my friend gave you hand for lifting you and you took only my friend's because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you enjoyed my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;(b) you won't feel leaving my hand after grabbing&lt;br /&gt;(c) you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You were waiting yesterday for bus and didn't get into your bus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you were waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you were dreaming about me and didn't notice the bus&lt;br /&gt;(c) that bus was crowded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You introduced me to your parents when they came to college because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) I am going to be your groom&lt;br /&gt;(b) you just want to know what your parents think about me&lt;br /&gt;(c) just you felt like introducing me to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I told that I like girls wearing roses. Next day, you came with a rose on your head because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) to fulfill my wish&lt;br /&gt;(b) you like roses&lt;br /&gt;(c) by chance you got a rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) On that day, it was my birthday. you too came to temple early at 6:00 A.M because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) you want to pray along with me&lt;br /&gt;(b) you want to meet me before any one could meet on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;(c) you want to wish me at temple because you are spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have scored more than 40, then you are loving me. Don't delay in expressing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have scored between 30 and 40, love is budding in your heart and it's getting ready to bloom. If you have scored less than 30, you are in confusion whether to love me or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly awaiting your reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Aakash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ *********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reshma's reply letter was also in Q/A format...... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aakash,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please answer the following Yes/No questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If somebody sits in the first row, normally people entering the class, sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If a girl laughs and looks anyone, is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) While singing, if somebody forgets lines of the songs, will he/she stop singing or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I was showing to my friends (who are all girls) my childhood photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You poked your nose inside..... right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I avoided to hold your hand during trekking. Couldn't you understand yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Should I not wait for my best friend (Anjali) at the bus stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a)Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Shouldn't I introduce you to my parents as a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You have said you also like Lotus, cauliflower, banana's flower. Is it true ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Oh was that your birthday. That's why I could see you in temple. I come daily to Temple. Do you know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) Yes (b) No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered "Yes" to any of the question, then I am not loving you. If you have answered "No", then you don't know the meaning of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is clear to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********** Any 1 Dre Lyk Such ... Havin such sweet feelinzz ... lolzz.. Njoiii.... Vikii !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-4331010719994496389?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/4331010719994496389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=4331010719994496389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4331010719994496389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4331010719994496389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-love-letter-and-beautiful.html' title='A different Love letter and a beautiful reply to it.'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-4921134616667090130</id><published>2008-07-25T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:05:13.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homour pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DISCRIMINATION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny pictures'/><title type='text'>Drinks Of DISCRIMINATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIn0_OS6CfI/AAAAAAAABjY/FFSJ9s3TBLk/s1600-h/descrimination_men_women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIn0_OS6CfI/AAAAAAAABjY/FFSJ9s3TBLk/s400/descrimination_men_women.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226978209546504690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT DONE WITH ALL MAN BOOZERS.....&lt;br /&gt;THIS DISCRIMINATION IS JUST ON SHIRT &gt;&gt; WHAT if PENT DOWN.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-4921134616667090130?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/4921134616667090130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=4921134616667090130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4921134616667090130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4921134616667090130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/07/drinks-of-discrimination.html' title='Drinks Of DISCRIMINATION'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIn0_OS6CfI/AAAAAAAABjY/FFSJ9s3TBLk/s72-c/descrimination_men_women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-6538173058055046673</id><published>2008-07-22T11:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:05:13.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FINNY PICTURES'/><title type='text'>PERSPECTIVE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIYuicMX0eI/AAAAAAAABjQ/E0B50Lt8vtk/s1600-h/tf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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                                 SCROLL DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIYtuiQ4LCI/AAAAAAAABjI/Max8Kc-ZSg0/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIYtuiQ4LCI/AAAAAAAABjI/Max8Kc-ZSg0/s400/f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225914695104867362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-6538173058055046673?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/6538173058055046673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=6538173058055046673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/6538173058055046673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/6538173058055046673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/07/perspective.html' title='PERSPECTIVE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SIYuicMX0eI/AAAAAAAABjQ/E0B50Lt8vtk/s72-c/tf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-6389871549951218324</id><published>2008-07-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:46:40.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls vs Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ways to turn down'/><title type='text'>BRILLIANT WAYS GIRLS TURN GUYS DOWN!</title><content type='html'>HE: I'm a photographer I've been looking for a face like yours!&lt;br /&gt;SHE:I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: May I have the pleasure of this dance?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: No, I'd like to have some pleasure too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: I must have been given your share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Will you come out with me this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Sorry! I'm having a headache this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Okay, get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: I think I could make you very happy…&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Why? Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: What would you say if I asked u to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Can I have your name?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Why, don't you already have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Shall we go and see a film?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: I've already seen it!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HE: Do you think it was fate that brought us together?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Nah, it was plain bad luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HE: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;HE: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: Do not enter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-6389871549951218324?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/6389871549951218324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=6389871549951218324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/6389871549951218324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/6389871549951218324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/07/brilliant-ways-girls-turn-guys-down.html' title='BRILLIANT WAYS GIRLS TURN GUYS DOWN!'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-4193551884133076109</id><published>2008-07-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:53:56.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY AM I MARRIED?</title><content type='html'>WHY AM I MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two choices in life:&lt;br /&gt;You can stay single and be miserable, &lt;br /&gt;or get married and wish you were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party, one woman said to another, &lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am. I married the wrong man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady inserted an ad in the classifieds: &lt;br /&gt;"Husband Wanted".&lt;br /&gt;Next day she received a hundred letters.&lt;br /&gt;They all said the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;"You can have mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman steals your husband,&lt;br /&gt;there is no better revenge than to let her keep him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is incomplete until she is married. Then she is finished &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy asked his father,&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, how much does it cost to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;Father replied, "I don't know son, I'm still paying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young son asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true Dad, that in some parts of Africa&lt;br /&gt;a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad replied, "That happens in every country, son." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a woman who said,&lt;br /&gt;"I never knew what real happiness was until I got married, &lt;br /&gt;and by then, it was too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want your spouse to listen and&lt;br /&gt;pay strict attention to every word you say -- talk in your sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First guy says, "My wife's an angel!"&lt;br /&gt;Second guy remarks, "You're lucky, mine's still alive." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Woman's Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, I pray for: Wisdom, To understand a man , to Love and to forgive him , and for patience, For his moods. Because Lord, if I pray for Strength I'll just beat him to death" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FOR THE FAVORITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop with their nine children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and the nine kids are able to fit onto the bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while, the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man as he taps it on the sidewalk, and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick? That ticking sound is driving me crazy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man replies, "If you had put a rubber at the end of YOUR stick, we'd be riding the bus, so shut the hell up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-4193551884133076109?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/4193551884133076109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=4193551884133076109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4193551884133076109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/4193551884133076109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-married.html' title='WHY AM I MARRIED?'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-5250988007597521315</id><published>2008-04-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:05:14.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Marriage quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   Before Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYYe2bNzDI/AAAAAAAABSk/u0E79GJeWmg/s1600-h/selmy_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYYe2bNzDI/AAAAAAAABSk/u0E79GJeWmg/s400/selmy_24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366138503253042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;After Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYXSmbNzCI/AAAAAAAABSc/5yw0s4P5gD4/s1600-h/marriageinanimalkingdom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYXSmbNzCI/AAAAAAAABSc/5yw0s4P5gD4/s400/marriageinanimalkingdom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194364828538227746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="post_message_7585678"&gt;There was a man who said, "I never knew what happiness was until I got&lt;br /&gt;married...and then it was too late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The longest sentence you can form with two words is: I do."HL Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when a man holds a woman's hand before marriage, it is love;&lt;br /&gt;after marriage, it is self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a ten-year&lt;br /&gt;married man looks happy, we wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this lover who said that he would go through hell for her.&lt;br /&gt;They got married, and now he is going through hell.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- / message --&gt;&lt;!-- sig --&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYeKGbNzEI/AAAAAAAABSs/qV6A6FvF2MI/s1600-h/e531573eb6563dc62ee965e2062831e7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYeKGbNzEI/AAAAAAAABSs/qV6A6FvF2MI/s400/e531573eb6563dc62ee965e2062831e7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194372379090734146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Code of Honor: Never approach a friend's girlfriend or wife with&lt;br /&gt;mischief as your goal. There are just too many women in the world to&lt;br /&gt;justify that sort of dishonorable behavior. Unless she's really&lt;br /&gt;attractive. -- Bruce Friedman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coward is a hero with a wife, kids, and a mortgage. -- Marvin Kitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gentleman is one who never swears at his wife while ladies are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband is living proof that a wife can take a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife&lt;/strong&gt;: "What are you doing?"    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband&lt;/strong&gt;: "Nothing."    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife&lt;/strong&gt;: "Nothing...?  You've been reading our marriage certificate for an hour."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: "I was looking for the expiration date."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband is what's left of the lover after the nerve has been&lt;br /&gt;extracted. -- Helen Rowland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a wife thinks her husband is the world's greatest lover. But she&lt;br /&gt;can never catch him at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a matter of give and take, but so far I haven't been able&lt;br /&gt;to find anybody who'll take what I have to give. -- Cass Daley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a mutual relationship if both parties know when to be mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a rest period between romances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and&lt;br /&gt;suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love may be blind but marriage is a real eye-opener! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. David Bissonette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A wife is   someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is low down, but you spend the rest of your life paying for it. -- Baskins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage. Lord Byron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me and the second one didn't." Patrick Murray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_B9PA1qAaU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_B9PA1qAaU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-5250988007597521315?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/5250988007597521315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=5250988007597521315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/5250988007597521315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/5250988007597521315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/04/marriage-quotes.html' title='Marriage quotes'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/SBYYe2bNzDI/AAAAAAAABSk/u0E79GJeWmg/s72-c/selmy_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-1516743623483723384</id><published>2008-04-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:16:17.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IF MEN GOT PREGNANT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what if'/><title type='text'>IF MEN GOT PREGNANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IF MEN GOT PREGNANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternity leave would last two years... With full pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be a cure for stretch marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural childbirth would become obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning sickness would rank as the nation's #1 health problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All methods of birth control would be 100% effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children would be kept in the hospital until toilet trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men would be eager to talk about commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't think twins were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sons would have to be home from dates by 10:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefcases would be used as diaper bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paternity suits would be a fashion line of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd stay in bed during the entire pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants would include ice cream and pickles as main entrees.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Women would rule the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-1516743623483723384?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/1516743623483723384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=1516743623483723384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/1516743623483723384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/1516743623483723384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-men-got-pregnant.html' title='IF MEN GOT PREGNANT'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7408160935820527748.post-1687989031998831570</id><published>2008-01-04T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T06:33:51.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>just move like it..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsOaQGF7kiQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gsOaQGF7kiQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jgty0jhwlMQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jgty0jhwlMQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7408160935820527748-1687989031998831570?l=humourmound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/feeds/1687989031998831570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7408160935820527748&amp;postID=1687989031998831570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/1687989031998831570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7408160935820527748/posts/default/1687989031998831570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humourmound.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='just move like it..!'/><author><name>Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14731902696895133251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mPFU_wvW03M/R1wHBYhrdxI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wKiwM_bHU34/S220/White_Lion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
