Monday, 29 June 2009

Any arguments more.....

One of the best jokes i've ever had....
No hard feelings though....


An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly that made the world community smile.

A representative from India began:

'Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir, after whom Kashmir is named.

When he struck a rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath.'

He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.

When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished. A Pakistani had stolen them.'

The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and shouted,

'What are you talking about? The Pakistanis weren't there then.'

The Indian representative smiled and said, 'And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech.'

And they say Kashmir belongs to them ……………………………………?? :)


A story of cocks...

The priest in a small Irish village loved the rooster

and ten hens

he kept in the hen house behind the church.

One Sunday morning, before mass,

he went to feed the birds and discovered that the cock was missing.

He knew about cock fights in the village,

so he questioned his parishioners in church.

During mass, he asked the congregation,

'Has anybody got a cock?'

All the men stood up.

'No, no,'

he said,

'that wasn't what I meant.

Has anybody seen a cock?'

All the women stood up.

'No, no,'

he said,

'that wasn't what I meant.

Has anybody seen a cock that doesn't belong to them?'

Half the women stood up.

'No, no,'

he said,

'that wasn't what I meant.

Has anybody seen


Sixteen altar boys, two priests and a goat stood up.

The priest fainted.

Do not jump your guns....It's only a humour posting...Not intended to disgrace nor contempt any race,reigion or people...Meant only as an brain stimulant...Laugh it off....


Little Mohamed entered his classroom in France.

What is your name? asked the teacher.
Mohammad.... answered the kid.
Here we are in France, there is no Mohamed. From now on
your name will be
Jean-Francois, replied the teacher.

In the evening, Mohamed returned

How was your day, Mohamed? asked his mother.

My name is not Mohamed,I am in France
and my name is Jean-Francois.
Ah, are you

ashamed of your name, are you trying to disown your
your heritage, your religion? Shame on you
..and she beat him.

Then she called the father and
he too beat him savagely.

The next
day Mohamed returned to school

When the teacher saw him with all the bruises she

What happened my little Jean-Francois.

Well Miss, just two hours after becoming French,
was attacked by two Arabs!

Sunday, 28 June 2009

Short notice...

OOOOhhhhh my dear...Been ages since i've scribed anything here....been busier than ever...Guess tomorrow have to find some time to update my review how i've been....