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:lol:
happy to humor you!!!![]()
no...yes....no...no...no...yes..............
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:lol:....repped+
Good find Nandini![]()
Good one![]()
Thank you!!!
A guy went to the Post Office to apply for a job. The interviewer asked him,
"Are you allergic to anything?"
He replied "Yes, caffeine."
"Have you ever been in the military service?"
"Yes," he said, "I was in Iraq two years."
The interviewer said, "That will give you 5 extra points toward employment.
Then he asked, "Are you disabled in any way?"
The guy said, "Yes...an IED exploded near me and I lost both of my
testicles."
The interviewer grimaced and said, "OK, you've got enough points to hire you
right now. Our normal hours are from 8:00 a.m.. To 4:00 p.m You can start
tomorrow at 10:00 a.m., and plan on starting at 10:00 a.m. Everyday."
The guy was puzzled and said, "If the work hours are from 8:00 a.m. To 4:00
p.m., why don't you want me to be here until 10:00 a.m.?"
"This is a government job," the interviewer said, "For the first two hours,
we stand around drinking coffee and scratching our balls.
No point in you coming in for that..."
LMAO :lol: :lol:
Rep++ to ya lady![]()
it was funny, i repped too.
good to see you laughing guys...![]()
Very funny nandini, thanks for sharing.![]()
Did I mention the Reps...you're lucky today![]()
:laugh: great joke...
Last edited by nandini; 07-22-09 at 01:51 PM. Reason: Automerged Doublepost
Solution to unhappy employees !!!![]()
testing my new emoticon
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Roflmao
The Patels were unable to conceive children and decided to use a
surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father
was to arrive, Mr. Patel kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm
off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer
happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning,
Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Patel cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been
expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you
know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped Please come in and have a seat !.
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the
couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room
floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for him and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if
we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven
angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Patel.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be
In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with
that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Patel quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of
his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Patel exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider
their mother was so difficult to work with.'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Patel.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the
job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get
a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Patel, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too.
The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly
concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.
Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had
to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Patel leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your,
uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod
and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much
too big to be held in the hand very long.'
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Mrs. Patel Fainted.
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