<?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-5866272</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:46:50.029+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing Stock</title><subtitle type='html'>.. a serving of life's spiciest condiments... and it's healthy too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></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-5866272.post-1012645915960518128</id><published>2009-05-20T00:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:18:37.224+09:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE</title><summary type='text'>Management is easy to understand, if you wish to understand. .Lesson 1A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'After thinking for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/1012645915960518128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/1012645915960518128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-minute-management-course.html' title='FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-7792578523208925079</id><published>2008-07-11T06:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:35:41.549+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Services in 2018</title><summary type='text'>   Operator:  "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut.   May I help you."Customer:  "Hello, I'd like to place and order?"   Operator:  "Can I have your multipurpose card number first, Sir?"    Customer:  "It's eh..., hold.......on. .....88986135610 2049998-45- 54610."   Operator:  "OK, you're Mr. Patel... and you're calling from 17 Jalan Kayu.  Your home phone number is 409-2366, your office phone is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/7792578523208925079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/7792578523208925079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2008/07/customer-services-in-2018.html' title='Customer Services in 2018'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-91203723386562394</id><published>2008-06-26T23:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:57:36.645+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"The rules" From The Male Side</title><summary type='text'>We always hear ' the rules'From the female side..      Now here are the rules from the male side.    These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered '1 'ON PURPOSE!    1.   Men are NOT mind readers.1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.1. Sunday sports It's like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/91203723386562394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/91203723386562394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2008/06/rules-from-male-side.html' title='&quot;The rules&quot; From The Male Side'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-28184413069431669</id><published>2008-01-15T00:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T00:27:52.928+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Before You Forward Them Emails...</title><summary type='text'>Dear All,My thanks to all those who have sent me emails this past year........I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about rat crap in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet towel with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, I now have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/28184413069431669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/28184413069431669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-you-forward-them-emails.html' title='Before You Forward Them Emails...'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-8976807861801163588</id><published>2007-08-15T11:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:39:07.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of the English Language - Pinoy Style!</title><summary type='text'>A story of love....We' ve been friends for a long time ago. We come from the same alma mother. Actually, our paths crossed one time on another. But it's only now that I gave him a second look. I realized that beauty is in the eyes. The pulpbits of my heart went fast, really fast. Cute pala siya. And then, he came over with me. He said, "I hope you don't mine. Can I get your number?" Nag-worry ako</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/8976807861801163588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/8976807861801163588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2007/08/beauty-of-english-language-pinoy-style.html' title='The Beauty of the English Language - Pinoy Style!'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-5270743861707690824</id><published>2007-04-03T05:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T05:08:42.470+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Church Stories</title><summary type='text'>WEDDING COLORSAttending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to hermother, "Why is the bride dressed in white?""Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiestday of her life."The child thought about this for a moment, then said, "So why is thegroom wearing black?"DON'T LET ME BE LATEA little girl, dressed in her Sunday best, was running as fast as shecould, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/5270743861707690824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/5270743861707690824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-church-stories.html' title='Funny Church Stories'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-2668800786440053095</id><published>2006-11-25T11:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:46:52.004+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forwarded text message:"Dare what it takes to be. Then we shall so because it is. To do or not, now or what else to be without." - Words of wisdom from Lito Lapid. Ikaw na lang umintindi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/2668800786440053095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/2668800786440053095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/11/forwarded-text-message-dare-what-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-4767374041648588429</id><published>2006-11-24T04:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:03:58.808+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Lines</title><summary type='text'>"pinapaikot mo lang akoNagsasawa na ako. Mabuti pang patayin mo na lang ako" - electric fan"hindi lahat ng walang salawal ay bastos" - winnie d' pooh"Alam mo ba wala akong ibang hinangad kundi ang mapalapit sa yo. pero patuloy ang pag-iwas mo" - ipis"Hala! sige magpakasasa ka!Alam ko namang katawan ko lang ang habol mo." - hipon"Ayoko na! pag nagmamahal ako lagi na lang maraming tao ang nagagalit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/4767374041648588429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/4767374041648588429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/11/famous-lines.html' title='Famous Lines'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-115390397266731710</id><published>2006-07-26T17:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.832+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mighty Pinoy 1-Liners</title><summary type='text'>1. "The more the manyer."2. "It's a no-win-win situation."3. "Burn the bridge when you get there."4. "Anulled and void."5. "Mute and academic."6. "C'mon let's join us!"7. "If worse comes to shove."8. "Are you joking my leg?"9. "It's not my problem anymore, it's your problem anymore."10. "What are friends are for?"11. "You can never can tell."12. "Well well well. Look do we have here!"13. "Let's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115390397266731710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115390397266731710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/07/mighty-pinoy-1-liners.html' title='Mighty Pinoy 1-Liners'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-115320425827245676</id><published>2006-07-18T15:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga kasabihang binago ng panahon... :)</title><summary type='text'>Mga kasabihang binago ng panahon... :) Ang taong nagigipit...sa bumbay kumakapitPag may usok...may nag-iihawDont judge the book by its cover... if u are not a judge or else you will cover the book!Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.No guts, no glory... no ID, no entryBirds of the same feather that prays together... stays together. Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukotAng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115320425827245676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115320425827245676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/07/mga-kasabihang-binago-ng-panahon.html' title='Mga kasabihang binago ng panahon... :)'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-115312752477495096</id><published>2006-07-17T18:12:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.698+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Irate Driver and Uncle Sam's Wish</title><summary type='text'>A man was being tailgated by a stressed-out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.The tailgating woman hit the roof, and the horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115312752477495096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115312752477495096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/07/irate-driver-and-uncle-sams-wish.html' title='Irate Driver and Uncle Sam&apos;s Wish'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-115259864885020164</id><published>2006-07-11T15:11:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.616+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog and Cat Diary</title><summary type='text'> As seen in a dog's diary:  7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite! 8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite! 9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite! Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite! 2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite! 3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite! 4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite! 6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite! 7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite! 8 pm - Oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115259864885020164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/115259864885020164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2006/07/dog-and-cat-diary.html' title='Dog and Cat Diary'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-113212152080204198</id><published>2005-11-16T15:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.531+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS WOMEN USE</title><summary type='text'>FINEThis is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.FIVE MINUTESIf she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.NOTHINGThis is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/113212152080204198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/113212152080204198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2005/11/words-women-use.html' title='WORDS WOMEN USE'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-113212138108237585</id><published>2005-11-16T15:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.453+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning on Bets</title><summary type='text'>An elderly woman walked into the Bank of Canada one morning with a purse full of money. She wanted to open a savings account and insisted on talking to the president of the Bank because, she said, she had a lot of money. After many lengthy discussions (after all, the client is always right) an employee took the elderly woman to the president's office.The president of the Bank asked her how much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/113212138108237585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/113212138108237585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2005/11/winning-on-bets.html' title='Winning on Bets'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-112747411959477828</id><published>2005-09-23T20:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.374+09:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY I FIRED MY SECRETARY</title><summary type='text'>WHY I FIRED MY SECRETARYAs I walked into my office, my secretary, Jane, said, "Good morning boss.  Happy Birthday."And I felt a little better; someone had remembered.  Iworked until noon.  Then, Jane knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside and it's your birthday.  Let'sgo to lunch,  just you and me."I said, "By George, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112747411959477828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112747411959477828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html' title='WHY I FIRED MY SECRETARY'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-112747350682016207</id><published>2005-09-23T20:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.292+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wife Store</title><summary type='text'>A store that sells wives has just opened where a manmay go to choosea wife from among many women. The store is composed of6 floors, and thewomen increase in positive attributes as the shopperascends the flights.There is, however, a catch. As you open the door toany floor you maychoose a woman from that floor, but if you go up afloor, you cannot go backdown except to exit the building.So a man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112747350682016207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112747350682016207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2005/09/wife-store.html' title='The Wife Store'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-112263048052414993</id><published>2005-07-29T18:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.207+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRYING AN ACCONTANT</title><summary type='text'> MARRYING AN ACCONTANTWhen I told my parents I wanted a professional as my wife, they got me one; a Certified Public Accountants.She uses LIFO method while taking out the refrigerated food. She thinks I am no good at figure work. Fine with me, for now she handles the budget of the house. Initially she used to send me a bill at the month end, but when I told her that I am not her client but her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112263048052414993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/112263048052414993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2005/07/marrying-accontant.html' title='MARRYING AN ACCONTANT'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-109944580159336941</id><published>2004-11-03T10:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.135+09:00</updated><title type='text'>El Vaquero and his Chihuahua</title><summary type='text'>El Vaquero (The Mexican Cowboy) and his Chihuahua, Chilito, are camping in the desert. He sets up their tent and both are soon asleep. Some hours later, El Vaquero wakes his faithful friend.  "Chilito, look up at the sky and tell me what you see." Chilito replies, "I see millions of stars, senor."  "What does that tell you?" asks El Vaquero. Chilito ponders for a minute. "Astronomically </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/109944580159336941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/109944580159336941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2004/11/el-vaquero-and-his-chihuahua.html' title='El Vaquero and his Chihuahua'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-109944575369863403</id><published>2004-11-03T10:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:11.068+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind thing</title><summary type='text'>  I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrdwaht I was rdanieg The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to arscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredrthe ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the fristand lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses andyou can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/109944575369863403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/109944575369863403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2004/11/mind-thing.html' title='Mind thing'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-107969006659729832</id><published>2004-03-19T18:54:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.987+09:00</updated><title type='text'>election funnies</title><summary type='text'>&gt; Cory Aquino watches "Mano Po 2" everyday and cries everytime... Dito lang kasi niya nakita na ikinasal si Kris! &gt; &gt; Bakit sa Pilipinas kung mag-aaply ka ng clerk kailangan college graduate ka, pero kung mag-aaply ka for president, high school drop-out ok na?  Just curious ha.. bakit??? &gt; &gt; Noong araw, ERAP na ERAP na. &gt; Ngayon ARROY, AROY!, &gt; wag na POE, wag na POE. &gt; Baka maLACSON </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/107969006659729832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/107969006659729832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2004/03/election-funnies.html' title='election funnies'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-107251033853936513</id><published>2003-12-27T16:32:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.914+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hell</title><summary type='text'>The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry midterm exam. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well. &gt; &gt; ~~~Bonus Question~~~ &gt; &gt; Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat), or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/107251033853936513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/107251033853936513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/12/oh-hell.html' title='Oh hell'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106940799352201788</id><published>2003-11-21T18:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.848+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress quips</title><summary type='text'>most of these are applicablefor the ladies....&gt;&gt; &gt;1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you".&gt; &gt;2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing".&gt; &gt;3. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up"&gt; &gt;4. "Well aren't we a bloody ray of sunshine?"&gt; &gt;5. " Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."&gt; &gt;6. " Do I look like a people person?"&gt; &gt;7. "This isn't an office. It's hell with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106940799352201788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106940799352201788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/11/stress-quips.html' title='Stress quips'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464222421204988</id><published>2003-09-27T14:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.782+09:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ways To Keep A Healthy Level of Insanity</title><summary type='text'>1. AT LUNCH TIME, SIT IN YOUR PARKED CAR WITHSUNGLASSES ON AND POINT A HAIR DRYER AT PASSINGCARS. SEE IF THEY SLOW DOWN.2. PAGE YOURSELF OVER THE INTERCOM. DON'TDISGUISE YOUR VOICE.3. EVERY TIME SOMEONE ASKS YOU TO DO SOMETHING,ASK IF THEY WANT FRIES WITH THAT.4. PUT YOUR GARBAGE CAN ON YOUR DESK AND LABELIT "IN".5. PUT DECAF IN THE COFFEE MAKER FOR 3 WEEKS.ONCE EVERYONE HAS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464222421204988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464222421204988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/20-ways-to-keep-healthy-level-of.html' title='20 Ways To Keep A Healthy Level of Insanity'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-10646421274210897</id><published>2003-09-27T14:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.075+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport check</title><summary type='text'>Try this out&gt;  It actually works,unbelievable!&gt;  ------------------------------------------&gt;  &gt;   This has been a great step by the Immigration&gt; services of all countries joining together.&gt;    After September 11 attacks, all world has&gt; gone paranoid about security and in this wake ,&gt; they have now maintained a centralized database&gt; of passports issued and carried by citizens. It&gt; is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/10646421274210897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/10646421274210897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/passport-check.html' title='Passport check'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464202795002859</id><published>2003-09-27T14:53:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.712+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization</title><summary type='text'>Question :  What is the height of globalization?Answer :  Princess Diana's death.Question :  How come?Answer :  An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in aFrench tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by aBelgian who was high on Scottish whiskey, followed closely by ItalianPaparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles, treated by an American doctor,using Brazilian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464202795002859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464202795002859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/globalization.html' title='Globalization'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464199548754875</id><published>2003-09-27T14:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.645+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes to live by</title><summary type='text'>One night a mugger jumped into a path of a well-dressed man and stuck a gun:The Mugger : "Give me your money!" The Victim :  "You can't do this. I am a senator!" The Mugger :"In that case, give me MY money!"     ************************************A couple walking in the park noticed a young man and woman sitting on a bench, passionately kissing. Wife : "Why don't you do that?"  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464199548754875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464199548754875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/jokes-to-live-by.html' title='Jokes to live by'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464196148996832</id><published>2003-09-27T14:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.578+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Reversal</title><summary type='text'>&gt; &gt;  &gt;  &gt; A man was sick and tired of going to work every&gt; day while his wife stayed&gt; home. He wanted her to see what he went through&gt; so he prayed: &gt; &gt;"Dear Lord, I go to work every day and put in&gt; 8 hours while my wife Merel&gt; stays at home. I want her to know what I go&gt; through, so please allow her&gt; body to switch with mine for a day. Amen." &gt; &gt;God, in his infinite wisdom, granted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464196148996832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464196148996832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/role-reversal.html' title='Role Reversal'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464193168641985</id><published>2003-09-27T14:52:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.506+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Healing..... </title><summary type='text'>        An Irishman in a wheel chair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. He then looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?" The waitress nodded "yes," so the Irishman told her to give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.          The next patron to come in was an Englishman with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464193168641985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464193168641985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/redneck-healing.html' title='Redneck Healing..... '/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464189671905240</id><published>2003-09-27T14:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.439+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You the Weakest Link? </title><summary type='text'>&gt; &gt; Below are four (4) questions. You have to answer them instantly. &gt; &gt; You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. &gt; &gt; OK? Let's find out just how clever you really are. &gt; &gt; Ready? &gt; &gt; GO!!!( scroll down) &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; First Question: &gt; You are participating in a race. &gt; You overtake the second person. &gt; What position are you in? &gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464189671905240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464189671905240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/are-you-weakest-link.html' title='Are You the Weakest Link? '/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464185047662226</id><published>2003-09-27T14:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.361+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Leroy Is Not A Very Good Boy</title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother&gt;&gt; &gt; was making dinner. His birthday was coming&gt;&gt; &gt; up and he thought this was a good time to tell&gt;&gt; &gt; his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike&gt;&gt; &gt; for my birthday."&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt; &gt; Little Leroy was a bit of a troublemaker.&gt;&gt; &gt; He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.&gt;&gt; &gt; Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he&gt;&gt; &gt; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464185047662226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464185047662226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/leroy-is-not-very-good-boy.html' title='Leroy Is Not A Very Good Boy'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464180728704755</id><published>2003-09-27T14:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.298+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen Microsoft Error Messages</title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt;  &gt;&gt;In Japan, they have replaced the impersonal and unhelpful Microsoft Error &gt;messages with Haiku poetry messages. Haiku poetry has strict construction &gt;rules. Each poem has only three lines, 17 syllables: five syllables in the &gt;first line, seven in the second, five in the third. Haiku is used to &gt;communicate a timeless message often achieving a wistful, yearning and &gt;powerful insight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464180728704755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464180728704755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/zen-microsoft-error-messages.html' title='Zen Microsoft Error Messages'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106464151307202201</id><published>2003-09-27T14:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.222+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three women die together in an accident and go to heaven. When they getthere, St. Peter says, "We only have one rule here in heaven...don't steponthe ducks." So they entered heaven, and sure enough, there are ducks allover the place. It is almost impossible not to step on a duck, and althoughthey try their best to avoid them, the first woman accidentally steps onone.Along comes St. Peter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464151307202201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106464151307202201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/three-women-die-together-in-accident.html' title=''/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5866272.post-106463664137753641</id><published>2003-09-27T13:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T06:53:10.147+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Disorder in the court</title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt; These are from a book called Disorder in the Court,&gt; and are things people actually said in court, word&gt; for word, taken down and now published by court&gt; reporters - who had the torment of staying calm&gt; while these exchanges were actually taking place.&gt;&gt; Q: Are you sexually active?&gt; A: No, I just lie there.&gt;&gt; Q: What is your date of birth?&gt; A: July fifteenth.&gt; Q: What year?&gt; A: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106463664137753641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5866272/posts/default/106463664137753641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laughingstock.blogspot.com/2003/09/disorder-in-court.html' title='Disorder in the court'/><author><name>Lnr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Vd6t2UrMn8/SX3Zvbb370I/AAAAAAAAAMA/OuqbN1-SMzA/S220/lnrs+dandelion.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
