<?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-2560432252512374190</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:46:17.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>Enjoy reading these simple collection of my most favorite Funny Stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-4167762136811000115</id><published>2009-11-22T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:43:30.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It With You</title><content type='html'>As Mr Smith at the end of his life, he tried to formulate a plan that would allow him to at least some of the wealth fairly with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the three men believe the majority of lawyers, doctors, and spiritual. He told them: "I'm going every $ 30,000 in cash before I die. At my funeral, I want you to put money in a coffin, I could try to take with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three agree and accept the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, each approached the coffin and placed on the envelope back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in a limousine to the funeral, the priest said: "I have to admit what you are. Brother Smith is good spiritual life, and I knew he wanted to do. The Church needed a new baptistery very badly, and I was $ 10,000 from the money he give and buy one. I'm only $ 20,000 in the coffin. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor then said, "Well, we entrust to one another, I can say that I did not put the entire $ 30,000 in the coffin. Smith diseases can be diagnosed earlier if I had a very new machine, but the machines cost $ 20,000 and I not able to later. I used $ 20,000 of the money to buy equipment, so I can save another patient. I know that Smith would want me to do. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer then said: "I am ashamed of you both. When I cover it in a coffin, it held my personal check for the full $ 30,000.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-4167762136811000115?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/4167762136811000115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-it-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/4167762136811000115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/4167762136811000115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-it-with-you.html' title='Taking It With You'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-7099350525275427686</id><published>2009-11-22T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:27:52.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A witness to a car accident</title><content type='html'>A witness to a car accident was testifying. After the exchange took place between lawyers and witnesses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutor: "Did you see the accident?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: "Yes, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counsel: "How far are you when the accident happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: "Thirty-one feet, six and a quarter inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawyer (thought to trap the witness): "Well, sir, tell the jury how you knew exactly that distance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness: "Because when the accident occurred when I took out a tape measure. I knew some stupid lawyer would ask this question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-7099350525275427686?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/7099350525275427686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/witness-to-car-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/7099350525275427686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/7099350525275427686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/witness-to-car-accident.html' title='A witness to a car accident'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-7996638311218979116</id><published>2009-11-20T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:17:35.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the student confused</title><content type='html'>A mother asked her son who no longer wants to go to school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Son, why you do not want to go to school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Well I'm confused,  I was given a math lesson that is always change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Change, change how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Yes, two days ago the teacher said six is three plus three, then yesterday, six is four plus two, uh... now he says the six are the five plus one, it confused me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "?????!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-7996638311218979116?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/7996638311218979116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-student-confused.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/7996638311218979116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/7996638311218979116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-student-confused.html' title='When the student confused'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-8707366494249351408</id><published>2009-11-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:04:02.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operating Since Dogs Bitten</title><content type='html'>Jhon was a Gardener in the house of a surgeon. Once Jhon was working in her employer's yard, suddenly a male dog pounced on her employer's Jhon unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the accident, the doctor kill the dog immediately. Then check the current state Jhon fainting. Apparently Jhon testicles had been damaged by dog bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhon immediately taken to the hospital. Once arrived at the hospital, surgeons, operating his employer immediately to save lives Jhon. After seven hours later and declared the operation completed successfully by surgeons that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days later, Jhon has recovered and was discharged. After a few hours at home, Jhon back to his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhon: "Doctor, there is disorder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhon: "My balls Fruit, Doctor replace with what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: "I am replacing them with dog testicles bite you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhon: "No wonder! Now when I urinating, I lift one leg!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-8707366494249351408?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/8707366494249351408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/operating-since-dogs-bitten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/8707366494249351408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/8707366494249351408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/operating-since-dogs-bitten.html' title='Operating Since Dogs Bitten'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-8870370949334697946</id><published>2009-11-20T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:56:23.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetch a Doctor when the snow storm</title><content type='html'>It was already half past three nights in the middle of a great snowstorm, when the phone rang at the house doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ask you to come soon," said the voice call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife was stricken with an illness and great pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I only slept two hours because my car broke down in the snow and I have to walk back as far as four kilometers," said the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I will change clothes and try to help your wife. Only I have no means of transportation. You have to come here to pick me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy ?!!!" exclaimed the man who phoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You asked me to go out in weather like this?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-8870370949334697946?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/8870370949334697946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/fetch-doctor-when-snow-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/8870370949334697946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/8870370949334697946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/fetch-doctor-when-snow-storm.html' title='Fetch a Doctor when the snow storm'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560432252512374190.post-733905027047958902</id><published>2009-11-20T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:48:13.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Railway accidents</title><content type='html'>Great accidents in railway tunnels, all the survivors trapped in the middle of the tunnel, because the two sides of the tunnel is blocked by a burning train car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all panicking, a lot of passengers are screaming we could not get out, we are stuck, we will die and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was the Old Man who shouted: "Calm down calm down we all would have come out, I guarantee." Then the atmosphere became calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a passenger asked: "How do I get out? All exits blocked by burning cars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man calmly replied: "We must get out in the papers tomorrow ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2560432252512374190-733905027047958902?l=funny-resources.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/feeds/733905027047958902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-cross-road-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/733905027047958902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560432252512374190/posts/default/733905027047958902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-resources.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-cross-road-why.html' title='Railway accidents'/><author><name>Lalu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07189684956050296290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xDjGUAkjoQ/SwefJVRRgUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/WBvI_eFpVSk/S220/mypic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
