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Hi Readers,
Welcome to the 100th issue of 'HaHaHaa
Time'. I thank all the readers for their support through almost 2
years of this newsletter, which sent out its first issue on 23 Oct
2004. It's a glad moment for me to be able to continue sending out
issue after issue for all this time. I encourage you send your
contributions/comments (by replying to this email) to me
and also to ask your friends to join this truly free newsletter.
Now for some improvements:-
:: You can read the reader comments on the top right side.
:: New design implemented from previous issue.
:: A new forward of the week section.
:: List of latest posts from my blog on the right side.
Regards,
Nithin Kamath, Editor
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| "What's my
age....??" |
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Andy's wife, refusing to give in to
the looks of growing old, goes out and buys a new line of expensive
cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger.
After a lengthy sitting before the
mirror applying the "miracle" products, she asks her husband -
"Darling, honestly, if you didn't know me, what age would you say I
am?"
Looking over her carefully, Andy
replied,... "Judging from your skin, twenty three; your hair, eighteen;
and your figure, twenty five."
"Oh, you flatterer!" she gushed.
"WHOA, hold on there honey." Andy
interrupted. "I haven't added them up yet!"
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| "Were you in my
class!" |
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I was sitting in the waiting room for
my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma,
which bore his full name.
Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same
name had been in my high school class some 40 odd years ago. Could he
be the same guy that I had a secret crush on way back then?
Upon seeing him however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This
balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to
have been my classmate. Hmm, or could he?
After he examined my teeth, I asked
him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
"Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang," he gleamed with pride.
"When did you graduate"? I asked.
He answered, "In 1961. Why do you ask"?
"You were in my class!" I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely. Then, that ugly, old, wrinkled son-of-a-gun
asked, "What did you teach"?
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| Homework Due....No
Excuses.. |
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| Your Dad Did a
Great Job... |
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"Sally, do you know your numbers?"
the teacher asks.
"Yup," she says. "My dad taught me."
"What comes after three?"
"Four," Sally answers.
"Great. And tell me what number comes after six?"
"Seven."
"Excellent," Sally's teacher says.
"Your dad did a good job. Now, what's after ten?"
"Jack."
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| Taken
from: The Daily Groaner | Nithin Publications |
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| Too slow a driver...
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Sitting on the side of the highway
waiting to catch speeding drivers, a state police officer sees a car
puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, "This driver is just
as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on his lights and pulls the
driver over.
Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies, two in
the front seat and three in the back with their eyes wide and white as
ghosts.
The driver, obviously confused, says
to him, "Officer, I don't understand, I was doing exactly the speed
limit! What seems to be the problem"?
"Ma'am," the officer replies, "You weren't speeding, but you should
know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to
other drivers."
"Slower than the speed limit"? she
asked. No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly. Twenty-two miles an
hour!" the old woman says a bit proudly.
The state police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her
that "22" was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed,
the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.
"But before I let you go, ma'am, I
have to ask, is everyone in this car ok? These women seem awfully
shaken and they haven't muttered a single peep this whole time," the
officer said.
"Oh, they'll be alright in a minute, officer. We just got off route
119."
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| Reader Forward of
the Week by 'Kishore A' |
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Laloo becomes PM (if you haven't cut
your throat yet, read on) and goes to Pakistan for a one-on-one with
Pervez Musharraf. They decide to meet without aides and are closeted
for about 5 minutes.
Laloo then emerges from the room. Reporters clamour for a statement.
"Pervezbhai will make the
announcement" is all Laloo will say. Musharraf comes out and drops a
bombshell - Pakistan has decided to give up all claims on Kashmir, with
no strings attached!
The world is stunned. Laloo has achieved in 5 minutes what others had
failed to in 55 years! How did you do it, what did you promise, the
press clamours.
"Sab akai-waalon ka kamaal hai," (All
because of the Akai company people) says Laloo. "Who kehte hain na, TV
loge tho fridge doonga, video khareedein to cellphone free (They give
fridge free if you buy TV, cellphone free if you buy VCR )...
tho ham bhi Pervezbhai se keh diye:
"aapko Kashmir chaahiye na? Le jaayie. Magar saath mein Bihar free
milega, bas!" (So, I said to Pervezbhai - "You want Kashmir, right?
Take it. But you will get Bihar free with it!")
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