2 November, 2007
17 October, 2007
Me & My Boss
When I Take a long time to finish, I am slow
When my boss takes a long time, he is thorough When I don’t do it, I am lazyWhen my boss does not do it, he is busy
When I do something without being told, I am trying to be smart
When my boss does the same, he takes the initiative
When I please my boss, I am apple polishing
When my boss pleases his boss, he is cooperating
When I make a mistake, I’ am an idiot
When my boss makes a mistake, he’s only human
When I am out of the office, I am wondering around
When my boss is out of the office, he’s on business
When I am on a day off sick, I am always sick
When my boss is a day off sick, he must be very ill
When I apply for leave, I must be going for an interview
When my boss applies for leave, it’s because he’s overworked
When I do good, my boss never remembers
When I do wrong, he never forgets
The Indian with One Testicle
There once was an Indian who had only one testicle, and whose given name was ‘Onestone’. He hated that name and asked everyone not to call him Onestone.
After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, “If anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!” The word got around and nobody called him that any more. Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, “Good morning, Onestone.”
He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, until Blue Bird died of exhaustion. The word got around that Onestone meant what he promised he would do.
Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird’s cousin, was overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said, “Good to see you, Onestone.”
Onestone grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he made love to her all day and all night. He made love to her all the next day, made love to her all the next night, but Yellow Bird wouldn’t die!
What is the moral of this story?????
OH, Come on…take a guess!
Think about it…(You’re going to love this!)
And the moral is…
You can’t kill two birds with one stone!!
Family Affairs
Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.The Indian man said to the American,” You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven’t even met once. We call this arranged marriage. I don’t want to marry a woman whom I don’t love…I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems.”
The American said, “Talking about love marriages…I’ll tell you my story. I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. “After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father’s father-in-law.
My daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother. More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father’s brother and so he my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father’s son i.e. my brother is my grandson.
Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson. And you say you have family problems…………….gimme a break!!”



