<?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-4833590604409676033</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:34:06.125-08:00</updated><category term='permalink'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='Idiot Jokes'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Scientists'/><category term='Intresting Pics'/><category term='Education humor'/><category term='Kids Corner'/><category term='Medical Jokes'/><category term='Animal jokes'/><category term='Blonde Jokes'/><category term='Tongue Twisters'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='office humor'/><category term='husband and wife jokes'/><category term='Sex Jokes'/><category term='Drunkards Jokes'/><category term='Technology Jokes'/><category term='bankers humor'/><category term='Political Jokes'/><category term='Celebs Jokes'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Santa Jokes'/><category term='Class Room Jokes'/><category term='Moral Stories'/><category term='Silly Quotes'/><category term='values'/><category term='Chandamama Stories'/><category term='TIT BITS'/><category term='human relations'/><category term='Personal Pics'/><category term='sports jokes'/><category term='Good Life'/><category term='Funny Pics'/><category term='Comedy Videos'/><category term='smoking jokes'/><category term='riddles'/><category term='Office Jokes'/><category term='Funny Videos'/><category term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Relax Juntion - Just for Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>335</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4021994682245244098</id><published>2007-06-30T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:26:43.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MS Narayana To Direct A Film Again</title><content type='html'>MS Narayana, who helmed the fiasco Koduku (2004), is all set to direct a film again. To be produced by Devi Aishwarya under the banner of Devi Films, the film (tentatively titled Bajantreelu) will star&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://tollymovie.blogspot.com/2007/06/ms-narayana-to-direct-film-again.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/movies/MS_Narayana_To_Direct_A_Film_Again'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4021994682245244098?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4021994682245244098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4021994682245244098&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4021994682245244098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4021994682245244098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/06/ms-narayana-to-direct-film-again.html' title='MS Narayana To Direct A Film Again'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5236088174245083718</id><published>2007-06-30T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:02:20.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiru's Shankar Dada Zindaba Audio on 4th july</title><content type='html'>Chiranjeevi is doing a song for SDZ in Padmalaya studios. As mentioned earlier Yanaguptha is the heroine for the item song. So far they canned 2.5 songs and balancing songs will be completed in another 2 weeks time. Dubbing and rerecording is over for 12 reels of the movie and the remaining balance will be&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href='http://tollymovie.blogspot.com/2007/06/chirus-shankar-dada-zindaba-audio-on.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/movies/Chiru_s_Shankar_Dada_Zindaba_Audio_on_4th_july'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5236088174245083718?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5236088174245083718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5236088174245083718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5236088174245083718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5236088174245083718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/06/chiru-shankar-dada-zindaba-audio-on-4th.html' title='Chiru&amp;#39;s Shankar Dada Zindaba Audio on 4th july'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-151690966215136571</id><published>2007-06-27T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:58:53.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>100 Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Letter from husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;( who is abroad) to wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sweetheart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't send my salary this month, so I am sending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;"&gt;100 kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============ =========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife replied back after some days to her husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;"&gt;100 kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;, I am sending the expenses details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Milk man agreed on 2 kisses for one month's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The electricity man only agreed after 7 kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your house owner is coming every day and taking two or three kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Supermarket owner did not accept kisses only, so I have given him Some other items....... ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Other expenses 40 kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 255); text-decoration: none;"&gt;Please don't worry for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(13, 13, 13); text-decoration: none;"&gt;, I have a remaining balance of 35 kisses and I hope I can complete the month using this balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I plan same way for next months, Please Advise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sweet Heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-151690966215136571?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/151690966215136571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=151690966215136571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/151690966215136571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/151690966215136571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/06/100-kisses.html' title='100 Kisses'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-9141380288549663277</id><published>2007-06-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T06:18:32.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Close your mouth While Riding Bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RoJjnKWdcfI/AAAAAAAAB-M/jcRRgOMHCYM/s1600-h/ics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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She has no inhibitions or hesitations in the matters of exposing. At the same time she says exposing is only a part of her profession. See what she says&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;a href='http://tollymovie.blogspot.com/2007/06/iam-not-only-one-exposing-feminine.html'&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://digg.com/celebrity/I_am_Not_The_Only_One_Exposing_Feminine_Assets'&gt;digg story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7421242205937395929?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7421242205937395929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7421242205937395929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7421242205937395929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7421242205937395929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-not-only-one-exposing-feminine-assets.html' title='I&amp;#39;am Not The Only One Exposing Feminine Assets'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4381111651836269470</id><published>2007-05-31T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:10:38.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Difference between Man and Woman</title><content type='html'>1. A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants. A woman will                          pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.                          A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A successful man is one who makes more money than his                          wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find                          such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot                          &amp; love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must                          love her a lot &amp;amp; not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Married men live longer than single men - but married                          men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Any married man should forget his mistakes - there's                          no use in two people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. Women                          somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but                          he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting that she won't                          change &amp; she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything                          a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        10. There are only 2 times when a man doesn't understand                          a woman - before marriage &amp;amp; after marriage&lt;br /&gt;                        Do u still wanna get married ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4381111651836269470?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4381111651836269470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4381111651836269470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4381111651836269470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4381111651836269470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/difference-between-man-and-woman.html' title='Difference between Man and Woman'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2356055720203357484</id><published>2007-05-25T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:42:14.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Huge Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RlcDg08jg2I/AAAAAAAABqM/uZZaUFEnsc4/s1600-h/10_love_49987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RlQV-E8jgeI/AAAAAAAABnM/DF6ltKnmBOU/s400/InterCasteMarriage3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067699636922450402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8872439396490246595?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8872439396490246595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8872439396490246595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8872439396490246595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8872439396490246595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/red-hot-and-banana.html' title='Red Hot and Banana'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RlQV-E8jgeI/AAAAAAAABnM/DF6ltKnmBOU/s72-c/InterCasteMarriage3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7318063665280089031</id><published>2007-05-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:36:26.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Times for Positive Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO WORK,&lt;/strong&gt;                             IT IS THE PRICE OF SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO THINK,&lt;/strong&gt;                            IT IS THE SOURCE OF POWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO PRAY&lt;/strong&gt;,                               IT IS THE KEY TO REVELATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO PLAY,&lt;/strong&gt;                               IT IS THE SECRET OF YOUTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO READ,&lt;/strong&gt;                              IT IS THE ROAD TO HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO DREAM,&lt;/strong&gt;                          IT IS THE WAY TO MOON,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO SERVE,&lt;/strong&gt;                            IT IS PRIVILEGE OF GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE TIME TO LAUGH,&lt;/strong&gt;                           IT IS THE MUSIC OF SOUL. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7318063665280089031?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7318063665280089031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7318063665280089031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7318063665280089031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7318063665280089031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/times-for-positive-thinking.html' title='Times for Positive Thinking'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6075988246300630911</id><published>2007-05-21T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:35:18.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>MAY YOU HAVE</title><content type='html'>* ENOUGH Happiness to Keep you Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Trails to Keep you Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Sorrow to Keep you Human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Hope to Keep you Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Failure to Keep you Humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Success to Keep you Eager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Friends to Give you Comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Wealth to Meet your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Enthusiasm to Look Forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Faith to Banish Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ENOUGH Determination to Make each day better than yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6075988246300630911?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6075988246300630911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6075988246300630911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6075988246300630911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6075988246300630911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-you-have.html' title='MAY YOU HAVE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6912769028298974018</id><published>2007-05-21T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:27:45.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>A CHILD WILL MAKE</title><content type='html'>Love stronger  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Day shorter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Nights longer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Pay packets emptier&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Clothes shabbier&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Past forgotten&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Future worth living.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6912769028298974018?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6912769028298974018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6912769028298974018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6912769028298974018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6912769028298974018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/child-will-make.html' title='A CHILD WILL MAKE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3147734757447978300</id><published>2007-05-21T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T08:17:45.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>TEMPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;                          &lt;a href="http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/02/temper.html"&gt;TEMPER&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;/h3&gt;                        &lt;p&gt;It is a quality that at critical moment brings out the best in steel and worst in man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3147734757447978300?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3147734757447978300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3147734757447978300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3147734757447978300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3147734757447978300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/temper.html' title='TEMPER'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5188126573518513108</id><published>2007-05-16T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:44:44.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Stupid questions and great answers</title><content type='html'>BOY : May I hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly. What do u think, Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday". &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5188126573518513108?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5188126573518513108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5188126573518513108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5188126573518513108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5188126573518513108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/stupid-questions-and-great-answers.html' title='Stupid questions and great answers'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6898757037789604997</id><published>2007-05-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:41:41.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>30 Definitions of Marriage</title><content type='html'>1. Marriage is not a word. It’s a sentence (a life sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his Bachelor’s Degree and the woman gets her masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Marriage is a three-ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration: In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOUR listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends.You order what you want, and when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There was this man who muttered a few words in the church and found himself married. A year later he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A happy marriage is a matter of giving and taking; the husband gives and the wife takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? Father: I don’t know son, I’m still paying for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn’t know his wife until he marries her. Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. They say that when a man holds a woman’s hand before marriage, it is love; after marriage it is self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. There was this lover who said that he would go through hell for her. They got married, and now he is going through HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Eighty percent of married men cheat in America, the rest cheat in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin. They just can’t face each other, but they still stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Marriage is man and a woman become one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After the marriage the “Y” becomes silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I married Miss right; I just didn’t know her first name was Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. It’s not true that married men live longer than single men, it only seems longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A man was complaining to a friend: I HAD IT ALL-MONEY, A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE, THE LOVE OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, THEN POW! IT WAS ALL GONE. WHAT HAPPENED, asked his friend. He says MY WIFE FOUND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WIFE: Let’s go out and have some fun tonight. HUSBAND: OK, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway lighs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another: AREN’T YOU WEARING YOUR RING ON THE WRONG FINGER? The other replied, YES, I, AM. I MARRIED THE WRONG MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Man is incomplete until he gets married, then he is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. It doesn’t matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A man inserted an ad in the paper - WIFE WANTED. The next day he received a hundred of letters and they all said the same thing - YOU CAN HAVE MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing - either the car is new or the wife is. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6898757037789604997?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6898757037789604997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6898757037789604997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6898757037789604997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6898757037789604997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/30-definitions-of-marriage.html' title='30 Definitions of Marriage'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8977050458615813709</id><published>2007-05-15T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:09:01.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><title type='text'>TEN FORUMLAS FOR A HAPPIER MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>Thou shalt COMMUNICATE with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt COMPROMISE when things cannot be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt never take each other for GRANTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt KEEP ROMANCE ALIVE in your marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt not let MONEY come between you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt arrange to SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt show each other RESPECT &amp;amp; CONSIDERATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt show thy APPRECIATION for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt earn each others’ TRUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt try to be FRIENDS as well as LOVERS &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8977050458615813709?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8977050458615813709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8581489970310232473</id><published>2007-05-15T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:59:54.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>The Real  Friendship</title><content type='html'>Friendship is like money, more easily made than kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is the green hill by the dusty road of the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is shadow of everything, which strengthens with the setting of the sun of life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8581489970310232473?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2058421305959847602</id><published>2007-05-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:52:15.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><title type='text'>IDEAL SURGEON</title><content type='html'>IDEAL SURGEON :  He has the eyes of an eagle, the heart of a lion and the hands of a woman. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2058421305959847602?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2058421305959847602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2058421305959847602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2058421305959847602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2058421305959847602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/ideal-surgeon.html' title='IDEAL SURGEON'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7010482133725046698</id><published>2007-05-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:32:04.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><title type='text'>10 POINTS FORMULA FOR SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SPEAK TO PEOPLE&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing as nice, as cheerful greeting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SMILE&lt;span style=""&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes 72 muscles to frown but only 14 to smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THINK HAPPY&lt;span style=""&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are what your thoughts make you:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think Happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;STOP WORRYING&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stop worrying and start living.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PRAISE&lt;span style=""&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be generous with praise, cautious with criticism.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WORK&lt;span style=""&gt;                                &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let your work be your religion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;HOPE&lt;span style=""&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come what may, never give up hope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;PEOPLE&lt;span style=""&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Be genuinely interested in people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And every thing other &lt;span style=""&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;than “I”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;CHALLENGE&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Treat each new day as a challenge and live it up to the &lt;span style=""&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;fullest.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;GIVE BEST&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give the world your best, and the best will come back to &lt;span style=""&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7010482133725046698?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7010482133725046698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7010482133725046698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7010482133725046698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7010482133725046698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-points-formula-for-success.html' title='10 POINTS FORMULA FOR SUCCESS'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8680393161390936812</id><published>2007-05-12T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:26:04.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><title type='text'>UNPALATABLE TRUTHS ON SUCCESS</title><content type='html'>Self confidence comes from success and not vice-versa. Life is cobweb. The lines cross at funny angles. Success depends on how you reach to unexpected opportunities. If you have a parent who owns a successful business and he is good to you when he dies, it is a surer way to top than anything else is. Thus for success you must find a horse to ride. Answer to ninety-nine questions out of hundred is Money People are me-oriented. The most popular words are me, my and mine. You and yours aren’t even in the top 20 It is possible to succeed in the world of the business or politics or life all yourself, but it is not easy. And its always fool hardy A top business school president advised to his faculty as follows: “ Be nice to your A grade students because they’ll come back and be your colleagues, but be exceptionally nice to your B &amp;amp; C grade students because they will come back and give us a new auditorium and a new science building. No matter how brilliant you are, it never pays to cast your lot with loser. The best officer on the Titanic wound up in the same lifeboat as the worst. And that if he was lucky to stay out of the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8680393161390936812?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8680393161390936812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8680393161390936812&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8680393161390936812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8680393161390936812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/unpalatable-truths-on-success.html' title='UNPALATABLE TRUTHS ON SUCCESS'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-367654234563871724</id><published>2007-05-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:20:32.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office humor'/><title type='text'>A LOVE AFFAIR</title><content type='html'>• You say you Love me.  However, sometimes you do not show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• In the beginning, you could not do enough for me.  Now you take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• May be, when I am gone, you’ll appreciate me and all the things I have done for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I am responsible for the food on your table, for clothes you wear and the home you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have kept quiet and waited to see, how long, it would take you to realize, how much you really need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Cherish me…. Take good care of me…. And I’ll take good care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO AM I?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:  I AM your Job. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-367654234563871724?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/367654234563871724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=367654234563871724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/367654234563871724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/367654234563871724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-affair.html' title='A LOVE AFFAIR'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3371141687338841141</id><published>2007-05-11T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:49:28.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Book Antiqua;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dearest Ms Juliet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in Love with you since the 14th of October (Sunday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 27th of July. at 1500 hrs, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous on the job training and performance appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broadminded enough to be taken care of, on your expense account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister, if you do not wish to take up this offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking you in anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo ( HR Executive )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3371141687338841141?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3371141687338841141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3371141687338841141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3371141687338841141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3371141687338841141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-letter.html' title='A Love Letter'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3804430392694554118</id><published>2007-05-11T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:39:35.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports jokes'/><title type='text'>DIVORCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RkRHzvAhWcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gkJDxV09pOM/s1600-h/indian+cricket+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RkRHzvAhWcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gkJDxV09pOM/s400/indian+cricket+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063250835188832706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Judge (J.) asks the little girl (LG):&lt;br /&gt;Now that your parents are getting divorced do you want to live with your  mummy?&lt;br /&gt;LG - No, my mummy beats me.&lt;br /&gt;J. - Well then, I guess you want to live with your daddy.&lt;br /&gt;LG - No, my daddy beats me too.&lt;br /&gt;J. - Well then, who do you want to live with?&lt;br /&gt;LG - I want to live with the Indian Cricket team, they never beat anybody !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3804430392694554118?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3804430392694554118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3804430392694554118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3804430392694554118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3804430392694554118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/divorce.html' title='DIVORCE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RkRHzvAhWcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gkJDxV09pOM/s72-c/indian+cricket+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-9155394696281729404</id><published>2007-05-11T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T03:33:28.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology Jokes'/><title type='text'>Idiots on the computer</title><content type='html'>Any time you feel dumb, don't worry. Check out the following excerpts from a "Wall Street Journal" article by Jim Carlton. Lots of people are dumber than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Compaq is considering changing the command "Press Any Key" to "Press Return Key" because of the many calls asking where the "Any" key is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AST technical support had a caller complaining that her mouse was hard to control with the dust cover on. The cover turned out to be the plastic bag the mouse was packaged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another Compaq technician received a call from a man complaining that the system wouldn't read word processing files from his old diskettes. After trouble-shooting for magnets and heat failed to diagnose the problem, it was found that the customer labeled the diskettes by rolling them into a typewriter to type on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Another AST customer was asked to send a copy of her defective diskettes. A few days later a letter arrived from the customer along with Xeroxed copies of the floppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A Dell technician advised his customer to put his troubled floppy back in the drive and close the door. The customer asked the tech to hold on, and was then heard putting the phone down, getting up and crossing the room to close the door to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A Dell technician received a call from a customer who was enraged because his computer had told him he was "bad and an invalid". The tech explained that the computer's "bad command" and "invalid" responses shouldn't be taken personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. An exasperated caller to Dell Computer Tech Support couldn't get her new Dell Computer to turn on. After ensuring that the computer was plugged in, the technician asked her what happened when she pushed the power button. Her response, "I pushed and pushed on this foot pedal and nothing happens." The "foot pedal" turned out to be the computer's mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Another customer called Compaq tech support to say her brand-new computer wouldn't work. She said she unpacked the unit, plugged it in, and sat there for 20 minutes waiting for something to happen. When asked what happened when she pressed the power switch, she asked "What power switch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. True story from a Novell NetWire SysOp: Caller: "Hello, is this Tech Support?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another Dell customer called to say he couldn't get his computer to fax anything. After 40 minutes of trouble-shooting, the technician discovered the man was trying to fax a piece of paper by holding it in front of the monitor screen and hitting the "send" key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Another Dell customer needed help setting up a new program, so a Dell tech suggested he go to the local Egghead. "Yeah, I got me a couple of friends," the customer replied. When told "Egghead" was a software store, the man said, "Oh, I thought you meant for me to find a couple of geeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yet another Dell customer called to complain that his keyboard no longer worked. He had cleaned it by filling up his tub with soap and water and soaking the keyboard for a day, then removing all the keys and washing them individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech: "Yes, it is. How may I help you?" Caller: "The cup holder on my PC is broken and I am within my warranty period. How do I go about getting that fixed?" Tech: "I'm sorry, but did you say a "cup holder"?" Caller: "Yes, it's attached to the front of my computer." Tech: "Please excuse me if I seem a bit stumped; it's because I am. Did you receive this as part of a promotion, like at a trade show? How did you get this cup holder? Does it have any trademark on it?" Caller: "It came with my computer, I don't know anything about a promotional. It just has '4X' on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the Tech Rep had to mute the caller, because he couldn't stand it. The caller had been using the load drawer of the CD-ROM drive as a cup holder, and snapped it off the drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another well-known one that I can add is the true tale of the user who called up complaining that the instructions said to load the four diskettes into "Drive A" but he couldn't possibly get more than two in.&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-9155394696281729404?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9155394696281729404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=9155394696281729404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9155394696281729404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9155394696281729404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiots-on-computer.html' title='Idiots on the computer'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5732881181693304085</id><published>2007-05-10T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:31:56.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>The husband store</title><content type='html'>A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch. ... You may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 1 - These men have jobs and love the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 2 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop-dead good looking and help with the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:&lt;br /&gt;Floor 6 - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5732881181693304085?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5732881181693304085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5732881181693304085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5732881181693304085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5732881181693304085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/husband-store.html' title='The husband store'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7323297714444126</id><published>2007-05-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:22:44.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>How bankers do it...</title><content type='html'>Bankers do it risk-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankers do it just for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankers charge a fee each time they do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankers do it with varying rates of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bankers do it with a penalty for early withdrawal. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7323297714444126?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7323297714444126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7323297714444126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7323297714444126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7323297714444126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-bankers-do-it.html' title='How bankers do it...'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6078999011473628906</id><published>2007-05-10T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:17:49.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Corruption</title><content type='html'>Q: What's the difference between corruption in the USA and corruption in the Philippines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: In US, they go to jail. In Philippines, they go to US!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6078999011473628906?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6078999011473628906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6078999011473628906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6078999011473628906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6078999011473628906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/corruption.html' title='Corruption'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7087912461596080246</id><published>2007-05-09T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:51:18.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>JOKES ON HUSBAND</title><content type='html'>How do you  make your husband laugh on Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell him a joke on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should husbands be made to work even on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don’t have to re-train them on Monday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7087912461596080246?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7087912461596080246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7087912461596080246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7087912461596080246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7087912461596080246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/jokes-on-husband.html' title='JOKES ON HUSBAND'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7412514090520173613</id><published>2007-05-09T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:49:26.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><title type='text'>THE FORMULA FOR HAPPY &amp; PROSPEROUS LIFE</title><content type='html'>THE FORMULA FOR HAPPY &amp;amp; PROSPEROUS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ ( Add ) Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X  ( Multiply )  Achievement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide  :  Failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtract :  Sorrow. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7412514090520173613?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7412514090520173613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7412514090520173613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7412514090520173613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7412514090520173613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/formula-for-happy-prosperous-life.html' title='THE FORMULA FOR HAPPY &amp; PROSPEROUS LIFE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2842037922211818464</id><published>2007-05-08T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:17:55.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human relations'/><title type='text'>An Indian Hosptial</title><content type='html'>People think that a hospital is a drab and miserable place. That, since patients come for a cure for their illness they generally has a bleak and dreary air about them. That, this then rubs off on to the Doctors and nurses who as a consequence adopt a defensive brusqueness and bland exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the hospital is often a place of great humors and lightheartedness, and human foibles get laughed at in much the same of moments of mirth’ and I have only been richer for the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital humor comes in variety of shapes and sizes. I still remember our teacher in medical college chiding a freshman on poor history taking. The freshman had been assigned to a patient who had a peculiar bowel disturbance. The freshman had been, like all fellows new to the job, pretty direct in his questioning. He asked the patient what the problem was. The teacher broke in to tell him that this was not the way to obtain delicate personal information. The teacher volunteered to show us how to ask such question and putting his hand on the patient’s shoulder, gently enquired-‘My dear man, do you have a problem with you toilet?’ To which the patient nodded brightly and replied, “Yes Sir, Thank you for asking. The roof leaks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, a villager from Uttar Pradesh in India came with a mass in his neck that had, as goiters tend to do in that part of the country, grown quite big. We wanted a clinical photograph of the thyroid swelling for our teaching files. The patient was accordingly told to come for his photograph the following day. He duly presented himself with wife and son in law, in freshly laundered clothes and a generous amount of talcum powder applied to his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He innocently explained to the surprised nurse that he did not want his picture taken alone and that he wished to include his family as well. There are stories galore of how patients and doctors find humor a source of comfort in desperate situations. Like the patient who started auto-urine therapy for a highly invasive cancer, and when asked if wasn’t worried about bad breath, he explained that bad breath was better than no breath at all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2842037922211818464?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2842037922211818464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2842037922211818464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2842037922211818464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2842037922211818464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/indian-hosptial.html' title='An Indian Hosptial'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7288453880791769496</id><published>2007-05-05T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:45:48.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><title type='text'>Things You Don't Want to Hear During Surgery</title><content type='html'>Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Has anyone seen my watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That was some party last night. I can't remember when I've been that drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Damn! Page 47 of the manual is missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well this book doesn't say that... What edition is your manual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* OK, now take a picture from this angle. This is truly a freak of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Better save that. We'll need it for the autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Come back with that! Bad Dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hand me that...uh...that uh.....thingies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If I can just remember how they did this on ER last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hey, has anyone ever survived 500ml of this stuff before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Damn, there go the lights again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ya know, there's big money in kidneys. Hell, the guy's got two of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Everybody stand back! I lost my contact lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Could you stop that thing from beating; it's throwing my concentration off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wish I hadn't forgotten my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Well folks, this will be an experiment for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sterile, shcmeril. The floor's clean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What do you mean he wasn't in for a sex change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What do you mean, he's not insured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This patient has already had some kids, am I correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nurse, did this patient sign the organ donation card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don't worry. I think it is sharp enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What do you mean "You want a divorce"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I don't know what it is, but hurry up and pack it in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Let's hurry; I don't want to miss "Bay Watch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That laughing gas stuff is pretty cool. Can I have some more of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hey Charlie, unzip the bag on that one, he's still moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did the doctor know he would look like that afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Of course I've performed this operation before, Nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* FIRE! FIRE! Everyone get out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7288453880791769496?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7288453880791769496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7288453880791769496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7288453880791769496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7288453880791769496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-you-dont-want-to-hear-during.html' title='Things You Don&apos;t Want to Hear During Surgery'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3621839922991847154</id><published>2007-05-05T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:38:49.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>A very intresting love story.</title><content type='html'>I think all of you knew this love story, if not please enjoy by reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love story :&lt;br /&gt;Hero loves heroine , but heroine loves the villain. But villain loves hero's sister,and hero's sister loves heroine's brother. Here, heroine's brother loves villain's sister. But villain's sister loves hero's brother. Again!, hero's brother is also interested in heroine , and you alredy know that heroine loves villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 2 people commits sucide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who're they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer and the Director &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3621839922991847154?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3621839922991847154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3621839922991847154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3621839922991847154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3621839922991847154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/very-intresting-love-story.html' title='A very intresting love story.'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6740311735454606593</id><published>2007-05-05T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:33:06.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medical Jokes'/><title type='text'>WHO IS DOCTOR</title><content type='html'>Protects &amp; Cares for you…….. Like a Mother. Takes Responsibility &amp;amp; Decisions…….. Like a Father. Gives Reassurance &amp;amp; Support…… Like a Grand Father. Brings a Smile on Your Face……. Like a Friend. Guides you about your Health……… Like a Teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion :  you now I am also Doctor, because I was making all of you Laugh. So I am a Doctor without a Degree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6740311735454606593?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6740311735454606593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6740311735454606593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6740311735454606593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6740311735454606593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-is-doctor.html' title='WHO IS DOCTOR'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1551734472163456609</id><published>2007-05-05T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:30:36.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Life'/><title type='text'>P + 5E + 3H = HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>Eureka! Eureka! Shouted Archimedes running naked down the lanes. Don’t know what these researchers will yell. Psychologist Carol Cohen has worked out an equation to quantify happiness after interviewing 1000 people says in the equation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P stands for Personal characteristics (outlook on life, adaptability, resilience),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E stands for Existence (health, friendship, financial stability),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H stands for Higher order (self-esteem, expectations, ambition).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore Happiness = P + 5E + 3H&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1551734472163456609?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1551734472163456609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1551734472163456609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1551734472163456609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1551734472163456609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/p-5e-3h-happiness.html' title='P + 5E + 3H = HAPPINESS'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6618069760704390026</id><published>2007-05-05T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:28:35.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Quotes'/><title type='text'>HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED</title><content type='html'>Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6618069760704390026?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6618069760704390026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6618069760704390026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6618069760704390026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6618069760704390026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-stop-people-from-bugging-you.html' title='HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU ABOUT GETTING MARRIED'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6125165646672121758</id><published>2007-05-05T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:26:17.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silly Quotes'/><title type='text'>Silly Definitions 2</title><content type='html'>NEIGHBOUR’S ENVY OWNER’S PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is just a little more than the neighbors have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSANITY : Insanity is hereditary – you get it from your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DIPLOMAT  :  A diplomat is a person who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never her age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6125165646672121758?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6125165646672121758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6125165646672121758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6125165646672121758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6125165646672121758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/silly-definitions-2.html' title='Silly Definitions 2'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1428835129135919393</id><published>2007-05-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:22:14.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>PATRIOTISM</title><content type='html'>No man is worth is Salt Who is not ready at all times To risk his body, to risk his well-being, to risk life, In a great cause. By Theodore Roosevelt. Your Conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By George Bernard Shaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1428835129135919393?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1428835129135919393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1428835129135919393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1428835129135919393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1428835129135919393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/patriotism.html' title='PATRIOTISM'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1672622709322883058</id><published>2007-05-05T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:22:29.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>YOU SEND ME ANY PLACE</title><content type='html'>A notorious shopkeeper died and was taken to Dharmaraj (God of Death). His account was examined and found perfectly balanced. He had many good deeds to his credit and also bad deeds on the debit side. Dharmaraj thought on the subject and told the shopkeeper that he could go either to heaven or hell. Immediately the shopkeeper replied, “You send me to any place where I can make reasonable profits. “.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1672622709322883058?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1672622709322883058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1672622709322883058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1672622709322883058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1672622709322883058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-send-me-any-place.html' title='YOU SEND ME ANY PLACE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4301325466965332570</id><published>2007-05-05T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:19:04.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>TRUE FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>“TRUE Friends”, are like diamonds, very precious and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“FALSE Friends”, are like autumn leaves found everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two persons cannot be friends if they cannot forgive one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of the enemies who attack you. Be afraid of the friend who flatter you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4301325466965332570?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4301325466965332570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4301325466965332570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4301325466965332570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4301325466965332570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-friends.html' title='TRUE FRIENDS'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3125163956284870505</id><published>2007-05-05T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:07:07.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT CONVERSATION</title><content type='html'>The art of conversation is to be prompt without being stubborn : to refute without Argument, and to clothe great matters in a motley garb. By: Disraeli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affection, free from indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood. By: Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best evidence of your culture is the tone and temper of your conversation. By: Granville Kleiser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single conversation across the table with the wise man is a worth a Month’s study of books. By: Chinese Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying if ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and owns cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you. By: Breyere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3125163956284870505?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3125163956284870505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3125163956284870505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3125163956284870505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3125163956284870505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-thoughts-about-conversation.html' title='SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT CONVERSATION'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7268376215931746803</id><published>2007-05-05T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:02:08.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Life is like a game of cards</title><content type='html'>When in love, it is all hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When engaged, it is all diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When married, it is all clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dead, it is all spades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7268376215931746803?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7268376215931746803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7268376215931746803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7268376215931746803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7268376215931746803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-like-game-of-cards.html' title='Life is like a game of cards'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2462885013769032409</id><published>2007-05-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:00:59.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Know more about men</title><content type='html'>01. Men are like…………Bank Accounts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a lot of money, they don’t generate much interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Men are like……….Commercials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Men are like………Floor Tiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lay them right the first time, you can walk all over them for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Men are like………Chocolates Bars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, smooth, and they usually head right for your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Men are like………Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ones are rich, warm, and can keep you up all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Men are like……….Blenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need one, but you’re not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Men are like……….Coolers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Load them with beer and you can take them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Men are like……….Copiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need them for reproduction, but that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Men are like………….Government Bonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take so long to mature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like……….Newborn Babies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They’re cute at first, but you get tired of cleaning up their crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2462885013769032409?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2462885013769032409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2462885013769032409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2462885013769032409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2462885013769032409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/know-more-about-men.html' title='Know more about men'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8014601440448387592</id><published>2007-05-05T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:59:13.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>GAME OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>Greet her on birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be best play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8014601440448387592?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8014601440448387592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8014601440448387592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8014601440448387592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8014601440448387592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/game-of-love.html' title='GAME OF LOVE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4923904167318039328</id><published>2007-05-05T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:46:32.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Corner'/><title type='text'>WHAT KIND?</title><content type='html'>Q. What kind of cookies do birds like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Chocolate Chirp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What word is always spelled uncorrectly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Incorrectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What has four legs but can’t move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. A table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Why is the computer so good at golf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Because it has a hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do bees brush their hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. With a honeycomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How do you make soup into gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Put 24 carrots in it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4923904167318039328?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4923904167318039328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4923904167318039328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4923904167318039328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4923904167318039328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-kind.html' title='WHAT KIND?'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7112843042256860109</id><published>2007-05-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:53:37.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>RIGHT TRAITS FOR ACHIEVEMENT</title><content type='html'>* Self Command To turn on a day when it begins. &lt;br /&gt;* Self Discipline To turn it off when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;* Courage To accept a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;* True Grit To preserve.&lt;br /&gt;* Determination To what others think is impossible. &lt;br /&gt;* Admiration Of the good wherever it is found. &lt;br /&gt;* Will To change what should not be accepted. &lt;br /&gt;* Adjustment To accept that which cannot be changed. &lt;br /&gt;* Knowledge Of self and honest to face it. &lt;br /&gt;* Friendliness That causes a dog to wag his tail. &lt;br /&gt;* Gentleness That beckons a child to turn after you. &lt;br /&gt;* The Joy That comes from glass of cold water, a delicious meal and a Good bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7112843042256860109?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7112843042256860109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7112843042256860109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Inteligent VS Stupid</title><content type='html'>Intelligent Man + Intelligent Woman = Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent Man + Stupid Woman = Pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Man + Intelligent Woman = Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Man + Stupid Woman = Marriage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7256828639665488630?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7256828639665488630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7256828639665488630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7256828639665488630'/><link 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He is well informed on local and world affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. He is courteous, unselfish &amp; friendly – gets along well with others – is a good neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. He is sincere, dependable and takes an active part in the religious Community of his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. He appreciates what others have done for him &amp; accepts responsibility for the future betterment of his community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. He is fair &amp; just in his relations with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. He obeys the laws of his community &amp; the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. He votes regularly &amp; intelligently at election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. He is interested in the freedom &amp; welfare of the entire world’s people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. He is productive &amp; renders worthwhile service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He sets a good example to the youth of his community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4659436958349409674?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4659436958349409674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4659436958349409674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4659436958349409674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4659436958349409674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/ten-marks-of-good-citizen.html' title='TEN MARKS OF A GOOD CITIZEN'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3412260538642851813</id><published>2007-05-05T07:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:46:40.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>BEING POSITIVE</title><content type='html'>Forget the negative and put your trust in the positive. When your senses are engaged on goodness, then you will create light and fragrance, when engaged in impurity you create smoke and darkness. A man who possesses cheerfulness my not utter even a word, but those who come into contact with him, mark the lines of goods spirits on his face and this brings happiness on their faces also. In order to make man acquire other virtues, he has to be taught, but the quality called cheerfulness travels of its owns self to his face and gets possession of him. I often wonder why I struggle, why I fight to live but then, I find the milky white moon standing amidst the sky, I watch each little star turn darkness to light. Then I learn the greatest truth that all mankind ought to see, that by living I give to the word what it has given to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3412260538642851813?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3412260538642851813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3412260538642851813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3412260538642851813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3412260538642851813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-positive.html' title='BEING POSITIVE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-334800906872287507</id><published>2007-05-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:44:21.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>RULES FOR A GOOD DAY</title><content type='html'>01. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL NOT STRIKE BACK&lt;/span&gt; If some one is rude, if someone is impatient, if someone unkind….I will not respond in a like manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL ASK GOD TO BLESS MY “ENEMY”&lt;/span&gt; If I come across someone who treats me harshly or unfairly. I will quietly ask God to bless that individual. I understand the “enemy” could be family member, neighbor, co-worker, or a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL BE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT I SAY&lt;/span&gt; I will carefully choose and guard my words being certain that I do not spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL GO THE EXTRA MILE&lt;/span&gt; I will find ways to help share the burden of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL FORGIVE&lt;/span&gt; I will forgive any hurts or injury that came my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL DO SOMETHING NICE FOR SOMEONE, BUT I WILL DO IT SECRETLY&lt;/span&gt;: I will reach out anonymously and bless the life of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL TREAT OTHERS THE WAY I WISH TO BE TREATED&lt;/span&gt; I will practice the golden rule – “Do unto others as I would have them do unto me” – with everyone I encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL RAISE THE SPIRIT OF SOMEONE! DISCOURAGED&lt;/span&gt;: My smile, my words, my expression of support, can make the difference to someone who is wrestling in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY I WILL NUTURE MY BODY I will eat less&lt;/span&gt;: I will eat only healthy foods. I will thank God for my body. 10. TODAY I WILL I WILL GROW SPIRITUALLY; I will spend a little more time in prayer today: I will begin reading something spiritual or inspirational today: I will find a quite place (at some point during the day) and listen to God’s voice!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-334800906872287507?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/334800906872287507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=334800906872287507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/334800906872287507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/334800906872287507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/rules-for-good-day.html' title='RULES FOR A GOOD DAY'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3381697151651363224</id><published>2007-05-05T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:40:59.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Think Before.........</title><content type='html'>Before you speak………Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you write………Think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you spend………Earn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you invest………Investigate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you criticize………Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you pray……….Forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you quit………Try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you retire……….Save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you die……….Live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3381697151651363224?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3381697151651363224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3381697151651363224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3381697151651363224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3381697151651363224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-before.html' title='Think Before.........'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6622176655306234585</id><published>2007-05-05T07:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:38:58.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU ARE</title><content type='html'>If you can’t be a pine on top of the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Be a scrub in the valley – but be&lt;br /&gt;The best little scrub by the side of the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Be a bush, if you cannot be a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be a bush, be a bit of the grass&lt;br /&gt;And some highway happier make&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be a Muskier then just be a bass,&lt;br /&gt;But, the loveliest bass in the lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot all be captains; we have to be crew,&lt;br /&gt;There is something for all of us here,&lt;br /&gt;There is a big work to do and there is lesser to do&lt;br /&gt;The task we must do is the near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be a highway, then just be a trail&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be the sun, be a star;&lt;br /&gt;It is not by the size that you win or you fail-&lt;br /&gt;Be the best of WHATEVER YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Douglas Malloch (American Poet)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6622176655306234585?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6622176655306234585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6622176655306234585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6622176655306234585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6622176655306234585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-best-of-whatever-you-are.html' title='BE THE BEST OF WHATEVER YOU ARE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6116257778168584586</id><published>2007-05-05T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:36:58.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>How a Son / Daughter thinks of his / her Daddy at different ages.</title><content type='html'>At 04 Years: My daddy is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 06 Years: My daddy knows every body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10 Years: My daddy is good but is short tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12 Years: My daddy was very nice to me when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 14 Years: My daddy is getting fastidious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 16 Years: My daddy is not in line with the current times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 Years: My daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20 Years: Oh! It is becoming difficult to tolerate daddy wonder how mom put up with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 25 Years: Daddy objecting to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 30 Years: It is becoming difficult to manage my son I was scared of father when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 40 Years: Daddy brought me up with so much discipline even I should do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 45 Years: I am baffled as to how my daddy brought us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 50 Years: My daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up I am unable to manage a single son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 55 Years: My daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 60 Years: My daddy is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the 1st stage………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Thought of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6116257778168584586?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6116257778168584586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6116257778168584586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6116257778168584586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6116257778168584586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-son-daughter-thinks-of-his-her.html' title='How a Son / Daughter thinks of his / her Daddy at different ages.'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8572406948307147434</id><published>2007-05-05T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:34:35.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>ART OF MEDICINE</title><content type='html'>Art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease. By Voltaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8572406948307147434?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8572406948307147434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8572406948307147434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8572406948307147434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8572406948307147434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-of-medicine.html' title='ART OF MEDICINE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7278080519501443049</id><published>2007-05-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T07:33:26.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>ADVERTISEMENT, DIPLOMACY AND GREAT MAN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ADVERTISEMENT&lt;/span&gt; : Doing business without advertising is like winking at a girl in the dark, you know what you are doing but nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DIPLOMACY&lt;/span&gt; : The art of saying something when you have nothing to say or of saying nothing when you have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;GREAT MAN&lt;/span&gt; : When I met him I was looking down. When I left him I was looking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7278080519501443049?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7278080519501443049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7278080519501443049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7278080519501443049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7278080519501443049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/advertisement-diplomacy-and-great-man.html' title='ADVERTISEMENT, DIPLOMACY AND GREAT MAN.'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5591829128350999744</id><published>2007-05-04T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:47:51.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Tips for saving your Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Rjrk6ruUUGI/AAAAAAAABcs/QAZKw9sd60s/s1600-h/work_flow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Rjrk6ruUUGI/AAAAAAAABcs/QAZKw9sd60s/s400/work_flow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060608828124713058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5591829128350999744?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5591829128350999744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5591829128350999744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5591829128350999744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5591829128350999744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/tips-for-saving-your-job.html' title='Tips for saving your Job'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Rjrk6ruUUGI/AAAAAAAABcs/QAZKw9sd60s/s72-c/work_flow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4453636230292280892</id><published>2007-05-04T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:45:51.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>What Happen on that Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr style="color: rgb(209, 209, 225);" size="1"&gt;    &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;&lt;!-- message --&gt;            &lt;b&gt;One fine morning , every thing was going smooth as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the motors screeched with a sudden brake, when every one in the city just could not believe what had happened toAmerica .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in New York where the scene was one of total chaos. People cried out in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were blaming the former president Mr. Bill Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary stood staring at her darling husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton came to the crowd and said in his words, "I'm Innocent; It's really ridiculous to say I'm the only man behind all these cases. Slowly, I feel I'm losing confidence in myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you curious to know what had happened???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see what happen &lt;a href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w96/sanbro/desi.gif"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source  : Some masala forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note :  I dont want to hurt any body with this if any body hurted please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4453636230292280892?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4453636230292280892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4453636230292280892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4453636230292280892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4453636230292280892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-happen-on-that-morning.html' title='What Happen on that Morning'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2136330834258467597</id><published>2007-05-03T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:42:12.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Silly Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What washes up on very small beaches?&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Microwaves!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What gets bigger and bigger as you take more                            away from it?&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;b&gt; A.&lt;/b&gt; A hole!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What goes through towns, up &amp;amp; over hills,                            but doesn't move?&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;b&gt; A.&lt;/b&gt; The road!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How do you make a bandstand?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Take away their chairs!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why was there thunder and lightning in the lab?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;b&gt; A.&lt;/b&gt; The scientists were brainstorming!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why did Tony go out with a prune?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Because he couldn't find a date!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.&lt;/b&gt; What did the little mountain say to the big                            mountain?&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;b&gt; A.&lt;/b&gt; Hi Cliff!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What did Pooh say to his agent?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Show me the honey!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why couldn't the pirate play cards?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Because he was sitting on the deck!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why did the traffic light turn red?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; You would too if you had to change in the middle                            of the street! &lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What did one elevator say to the other elevator?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; I think I'm coming down with something!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What do lawyers wear to court?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Lawsuits!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What breaks when you say it?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Silence!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why can't your nose be 12 inches long?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Because then it would be a foot!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What has four wheels and flies?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; A garbage truck!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What starts with a P, ends with an E, and has                            a million letters in it?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Post Office!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What did the blanket say to the bed?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; Don't worry, I've got you covered!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Why should you take a pencil to bed?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; To draw the curtains!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How many books can you put in an empty backpack?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; One! After that its not empty!&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What kind of button won't unbutton?&lt;br /&gt;                         A.&lt;/b&gt; A bellybutton!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2136330834258467597?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2136330834258467597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2136330834258467597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2136330834258467597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2136330834258467597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/silly-answers.html' title='Silly Answers'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6873064584501170419</id><published>2007-05-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:59:53.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Latest MMS hot couple in bed room, any age people can see this MMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i174.photobucket.com/albums/w96/sanbro/MMS.jpg"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6873064584501170419?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6873064584501170419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6873064584501170419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6873064584501170419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6873064584501170419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/latest-mms-hot-couple-in-bed-room-any.html' title='Latest MMS hot couple in bed room, any age people can see this MMS'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1001542727261021700</id><published>2007-05-01T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T05:24:30.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>All about Love and Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Please enter with Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjcvW7uUTvI/AAAAAAAABZ0/WSNCUx6Rd6E/s1600-h/unitaz5zv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjcvW7uUTvI/AAAAAAAABZ0/WSNCUx6Rd6E/s400/unitaz5zv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059564777409629938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1001542727261021700?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1001542727261021700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1001542727261021700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1001542727261021700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1001542727261021700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-about-love-and-bathroom.html' title='All about Love and Bathroom'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjcvW7uUTvI/AAAAAAAABZ0/WSNCUx6Rd6E/s72-c/unitaz5zv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6774554270455381454</id><published>2007-05-01T05:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:38:47.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>TEARS &amp; MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>TEARS : The hydraulic, by which masculine power is defeated by Feminine power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARRIAGE : An institution in which the boy loses his bachelor’s degree and the girl gets her masters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6774554270455381454?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6774554270455381454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6774554270455381454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6774554270455381454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6774554270455381454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/tears-marriage.html' title='TEARS &amp; MARRIAGE'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6758004897673062130</id><published>2007-05-01T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:42:33.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Do you Know? if not learn</title><content type='html'>Do you know all about April 1?&lt;br /&gt;                         Yes, I'm fooly aware of it!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What's the difference between Thanksgiving and April                            Fool's Day?&lt;br /&gt;                         On one you're thankful and on the other you're prankful!                          &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Why is everyone so tired on April 1?&lt;br /&gt;                         Because they've just finished a long March!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What's the best day for monkey business?&lt;br /&gt;                         The first of Ape-ril!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Why does a flamingo lift up one leg ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Because if he lifted up both legs it would fall over                            !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Who invented fractions ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Henry the 1/8 !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What does "Minimum" mean ?&lt;br /&gt;                         A very small mother !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What does "Maximum" mean ?&lt;br /&gt;                         A very big mother !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What's the difference between an American student and                            an English student ?&lt;br /&gt;                         About 3000 miles !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What sleeps at the bottom of the sea ?&lt;br /&gt;                         A kipper !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What's the nearest thing to silver ?&lt;br /&gt;                         The Lone Ranger's bottom !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Why did Robin Hood only steal from the rich ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Because the poor have nothing worth taking !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What kind of biscuit would you find at the south pole                            ?&lt;br /&gt;                         A penguin !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What is a skeleton ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Bones, with the person off !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What is "out of bounds" ?&lt;br /&gt;                         An exhausted kangaroo !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What is the most slippery country in the world ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Greece !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What might you eat in Paris ?&lt;br /&gt;                         The trifle tower !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         If two's company and three a crowd, what are four and                            five ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Nine !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Who was the best actor in the bible ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Samson, he brought the house down !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What kind of fish can't swim ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Dead ones !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What do golfers use in China ?&lt;br /&gt;                         China tees !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What is the strongest bird ?&lt;br /&gt;                         A crane !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What happens when you throw a green stone in the red                            sea ?&lt;br /&gt;                         It gets wet !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         What do Scotsmen eat ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Tart'n'pie !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: Can anyone tell me how many seconds there are                            in a year ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: 12 - 2nd January, 2nd February...!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: This is the third time I've had to tell you                            off this week, what have you got to say about that?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: Thank heavens it's Friday !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: Didn't you hear me call you ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: But you said not to answer you back !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: Why can't you ever answer any of my questions                            ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: Well if I could there wouldn't be much point                            in me being here !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: What came after the stone age and the bronze                            age ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: The sausage !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: I said to draw a cow eating some grass but                            you've only drawn the cow ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: Yes, the cow ate all the grass !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: You new here aren't you, what's your name ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: Fred Mickey Smith&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: I'll call you Fred Smith then.&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: My dad won't like that.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: Why is that ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: He doesn't like people taking the Mickey out                            of my name !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Why did the teacher wear sunglasses ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Because his class was so bright !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Did you hear about the cross eyed teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;                         He couldn't control his pupils !&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                         Teacher: What family does the octopus belong to ?&lt;br /&gt;                         Pupil: Nobody I know !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6758004897673062130?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6758004897673062130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6758004897673062130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6758004897673062130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6758004897673062130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/05/do-you-know-if-not-learn.html' title='Do you Know? if not learn'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5867903760527823790</id><published>2007-04-29T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:39:50.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Headlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"&gt;I                          was glancing over the front page of the Post Gazette the                          other day and saw that Alf Landon (Franklin Roosevelt's                          opponent in the 1936 election) had died at age 100. It                          reminded me of this story that FDR supposedly liked to                          tell.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        There was a man who, everyday, would buy a newspaper on                          the way to work, glance at the headline, and hand it back                          to the newsboy. Day after day the man would go through                          this routine.&lt;br /&gt;                        Finally the newsboy could not stand it and he asked the                          man, "Why do you always buy a paper and only look at the                          front page before discarding it?"&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        The man replied, "I am only interested in the obituaries."                         &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        "But they are on page 21. You never even unfold the newspaper."                         &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                        "Young man," he said, "the son of a bitch I'm looking                          for will be on the front page."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5867903760527823790?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5867903760527823790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5867903760527823790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5867903760527823790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5867903760527823790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/headlines.html' title='Headlines'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6387343299444760948</id><published>2007-04-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:39:21.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Titanic Indian version</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If the                              Titanic was made in India: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;10. There                              would be 10 times as many people on the ship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;9. There                              has to be a song with a girl wearing a white dress,                              singing in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;8. By the                              end of the movie he finds his mom, dad, sister and                              brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;7. It's                              seven and half-hours long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;6. The                              movie would be called "Doobta Hua Pyar". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;5. Kate                              Winslet played by Madhuri Dixit, and Leonard Di' Caprio                              played by Salman Khan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;4. The                              boat would sink, because there are too many people                              on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3. None                              of the people would float for long cause of the saris.                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;2. They                              would be serving mango fruity on the boat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;1. Wait                              a minute it was an Indian movie if you think about                              it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;AND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Can you imagine                            how many times we would hear "Bachaoooo"!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;span style=";font-family:TAHOMA,VERDANA,ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PS: The hero,                            heroine, his mom, dad, sister and brother will float                            in the cold water for days and yet survive. The villain                            will drown in the first drops of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6387343299444760948?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6387343299444760948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6387343299444760948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6387343299444760948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6387343299444760948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/titanic-indian-version.html' title='Titanic Indian version'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6718889424059278775</id><published>2007-04-28T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:49:24.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sins of Indians</title><content type='html'>&lt;table bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        10. Marrying a blond is a sin. Making love to a blond                          is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;9.  Pre-marital sex is a sin. Marital sex                          is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;8.  Taking dowry is a sin. Giving dowry                          is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;7.  Bullying one's wife is a sin. Having                          to submit is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;6.  Gambling is a sin. Playing cards is                          a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;5.  Drinking is a sin. Smoking is a partial                          sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;4.  Eating beef is a sin. Eating pork is                          a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;3.  Hurting a cow is a sin. Hurting insects                          is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;2.  Not phoning home is a sin. Running up                          a huge bill is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                        &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;1.  Forgetting first language is a sin.                          Speaking with an accent is a partial sin. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6718889424059278775?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6718889424059278775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6718889424059278775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6718889424059278775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6718889424059278775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/sins-of-indians.html' title='Sins of Indians'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2450556482557708655</id><published>2007-04-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T06:46:56.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Is Windows a Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, Windows is not a virus. Here's what viruses do:         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They replicate quickly - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so - okay, Windows does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk - okay, Windows does that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. - Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware. - Yup, Windows does that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now it seems Windows is a virus but there are fundamental differences: Viruses are well supported by their authors, are running on most systems, their program code is fast, compact and efficient and they tend to&lt;br /&gt;become more sophisticated as they mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Windows is not a virus.&lt;br /&gt; It's a bug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2450556482557708655?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2450556482557708655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2450556482557708655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2450556482557708655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2450556482557708655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-windows-virus.html' title='Is Windows a Virus'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6181183346144187322</id><published>2007-04-27T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:53:08.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Labor Pain</title><content type='html'>A married couple went to the hospital to have their baby delivered. Upon their arrival, the doctor said he had invented a new machine that would transfer a portion of the mother's labor pain to the father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if they were willing to try it out. They were both very much in favor of it. The doctor set the pain transfer dial to 10% for starters, explaining that even 10% was probably more pain than the father had ever experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the labor progressed, the husband felt fine and asked the doctor to go ahead and bump it up a notch. The doctor then adjusted the machine to 20% pain transfer. The husband was still feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor checked the husband's blood pressure and was amazed at how well he was doing. At this point they decided to try for 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband continued to feel quite well. Since it was obviously helping out his wife considerably, the husband encouraged the doctor to transfer ALL the pain to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife delivered a healthy baby with virtually no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her husband were ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, the mailman was lying dead on their porch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6181183346144187322?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6181183346144187322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6181183346144187322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6181183346144187322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6181183346144187322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/labor-pain.html' title='Labor Pain'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2770760316258112979</id><published>2007-04-27T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:51:52.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Funny Sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjGrc7uUTMI/AAAAAAAABVY/h4VLbb46tcY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjGrc7uUTMI/AAAAAAAABVY/h4VLbb46tcY/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058012370070424770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2770760316258112979?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2770760316258112979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2770760316258112979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2770760316258112979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2770760316258112979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-sketch.html' title='Funny Sketch'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/RjGrc7uUTMI/AAAAAAAABVY/h4VLbb46tcY/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-3121049250747233297</id><published>2007-04-24T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:48:20.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Degrees of Girls</title><content type='html'>B.A     :  Beautiful Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.E.    :  Beautiful Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Sc    :  Beautiful Structure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.L.     :  Beautiful Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.Com :  Beautiful Completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.B.A. : Married but Available&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-3121049250747233297?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/3121049250747233297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=3121049250747233297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3121049250747233297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/3121049250747233297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/degrees-of-girls.html' title='Degrees of Girls'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6569171113838256896</id><published>2007-04-24T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:45:34.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Room Jokes'/><title type='text'>Biology - Sociology</title><content type='html'>A student is sleeping in his class room and teacher came to him and she want to make the student active so she asks the student :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher  :  What is the difference between Biology and Sociology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student  :  If Baby looks like father that is Biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If Baby looks like neighbour that is Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher went on laughing and Student again in his position to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6569171113838256896?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6569171113838256896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6569171113838256896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6569171113838256896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6569171113838256896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/biology-sociology.html' title='Biology - Sociology'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8680238995776319555</id><published>2007-04-24T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T04:19:49.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day by Swami Vivekananda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Ri3nx9wcnJI/AAAAAAAABN4/j5l8EEX_sfQ/s1600-h/vivekananda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Ri3nx9wcnJI/AAAAAAAABN4/j5l8EEX_sfQ/s400/vivekananda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056952802184305810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Mohan has send me this nice quote in my orkut mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To me the very essence of education is the Concentration of mind, not the collecting of facts. If I had to do my education over again, and had any voice in the matter, I would develop the power of concentration and detachment, and then with a perfect instrument, I could collect facts as will." -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By - Swami Vivekananda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8680238995776319555?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8680238995776319555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8680238995776319555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8680238995776319555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8680238995776319555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/quote-of-day-by-swami-vivekananda.html' title='Quote of the Day by Swami Vivekananda'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Ri3nx9wcnJI/AAAAAAAABN4/j5l8EEX_sfQ/s72-c/vivekananda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-9142093661186674493</id><published>2007-04-23T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:24:10.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Death By Viagra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Rizdkp2B3YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E8QMtc15tNw/s1600-h/deathviagra4eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Rizdkp2B3YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E8QMtc15tNw/s400/deathviagra4eu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056660103407721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-9142093661186674493?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9142093661186674493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=9142093661186674493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9142093661186674493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9142093661186674493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/death-by-viagra.html' title='Death By Viagra'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Rizdkp2B3YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E8QMtc15tNw/s72-c/deathviagra4eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8554586862658560673</id><published>2007-04-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:51:06.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><title type='text'>The Naughty Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Riy4-Nwcm0I/AAAAAAAABLA/tq_Zdg4smvM/s1600-h/57538882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Riy4-Nwcm0I/AAAAAAAABLA/tq_Zdg4smvM/s400/57538882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056619860614486850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8554586862658560673?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8554586862658560673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8554586862658560673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8554586862658560673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8554586862658560673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/naughty-boy.html' title='The Naughty Boy'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lDoCX6NXyew/Riy4-Nwcm0I/AAAAAAAABLA/tq_Zdg4smvM/s72-c/57538882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7147645792014715702</id><published>2007-04-23T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:02:05.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs Jokes'/><title type='text'>Paris Hilton is coming to town!</title><content type='html'>To the tune of "Santa Clause is coming to town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll sleep with a girl, she'll sleep with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll make you hurl I'm tellin you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's Coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll take off from the "Simple Life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll tape you both when you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't want her to be your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause man can she be cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,She'll sleep with a girl, she'll sleep with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll make you hurl I'm tellin you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's takin your friends, and doin them twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better believe she's setting a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's Coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, is Paris Cumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton's Coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Souce  :  masalafourm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7147645792014715702?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7147645792014715702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7147645792014715702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7147645792014715702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7147645792014715702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/paris-hilton-is-coming-to-town.html' title='Paris Hilton is coming to town!'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2092752320754030124</id><published>2007-04-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:59:29.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>You will get mad after reading this ( Read at your own risk )</title><content type='html'>I got this essay in a forum and it was very funny so enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Indian Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE IS THE COW. "The cow is a successful animal. Also he is 4 footed, And because he is female, he give milks, [ but will do so when he is got child.] He is same like God, sacred to Hindus and useful to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whole body can be utilised for use. More so the&lt;br /&gt;milk. Milk comes from 4 taps attached to his basement. [ horses dont have any such&lt;br /&gt;attachment ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can it do? Various butter, cream, curd, why&lt;br /&gt;and the condensed milk and so forth. Also he is useful to cobbler, watermans and mankind generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His motion is slow only because he is of lazy&lt;br /&gt;species.Also his other motion.. [from the backyard] is much&lt;br /&gt;useful to trees, plants as well as for making flat&lt;br /&gt;cakes[like Pizza ] , in hand , and drying in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding&lt;br /&gt;after eating.&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards she chew with his teeth whom are&lt;br /&gt;situated in the inside of the mouth. He is incessantly in the meadows in&lt;br /&gt;the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His only attacking and defending organ is the horns, specially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got tails also, situated in the backyard,&lt;br /&gt;but not like similar animals. It has hairs on the&lt;br /&gt;other end of the other side. This is done to frighten away the flies which alight on his cohesive body hereupon he gives hit with it.The palms of his feet are soft unto the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the grasses head is not crushed. At night time have poses by looking down on the ground and he shouts . His eyes and nose are like his other&lt;br /&gt;relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cow.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are informed that the candidate passed the exam.and is now an IAS, is bihar in somewhere..sorry somewhere in Bihar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2092752320754030124?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2092752320754030124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2092752320754030124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2092752320754030124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2092752320754030124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-will-get-mad-after-reading-this.html' title='You will get mad after reading this ( Read at your own risk )'/><author><name>Santhosh Koyilada</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-288197531214762668</id><published>2007-04-22T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:41:51.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Accident Do Happen!!!!</title><content type='html'>Watch this Gif format movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Ritb2Z2B3XI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UzRevlR8muQ/s1600-h/swdeath.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Ritb2Z2B3XI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UzRevlR8muQ/s400/swdeath.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056235996862078322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Please click on the image for the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-288197531214762668?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/288197531214762668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=288197531214762668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/288197531214762668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/288197531214762668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/accident-do-happen.html' title='Accident Do Happen!!!!'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/Ritb2Z2B3XI/AAAAAAAAAIk/UzRevlR8muQ/s72-c/swdeath.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4301101073982391078</id><published>2007-04-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T05:44:18.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Global Warming - The Real reason !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;After a lot of scientific research, the real reason of global warming has been discovered !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RitYfJ2B3WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DT9I7SvM7qw/s1600-h/3095xlw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RitYfJ2B3WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DT9I7SvM7qw/s400/3095xlw.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056232298895236450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4301101073982391078?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4301101073982391078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4301101073982391078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4301101073982391078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4301101073982391078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/global-warming-real-reason.html' title='Global Warming - The Real reason !!'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RitYfJ2B3WI/AAAAAAAAAIc/DT9I7SvM7qw/s72-c/3095xlw.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4456212000802048465</id><published>2007-04-21T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T06:00:31.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>When Girlfriend becomes Wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:Red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when girlfriend becomes wife&lt;br /&gt;sure not all when becomes wives come like that&lt;br /&gt;most the gilrs are angels.. but some look like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RioKK52B3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XJlJhNxijd0/s1600-h/girlfriend2wife.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RioKK52B3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XJlJhNxijd0/s400/girlfriend2wife.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055864714119208274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If magic not appears please click on the Image then see the magic how Girl Friend become after Wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to hurt any body just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4456212000802048465?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4456212000802048465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4456212000802048465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4456212000802048465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4456212000802048465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-girlfrnd-becomes-wife.html' title='When Girlfriend becomes Wife!'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RioKK52B3VI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XJlJhNxijd0/s72-c/girlfriend2wife.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-8991636492351094424</id><published>2007-04-19T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:54:21.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>Operation Bunny Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RidYQ52B3UI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EcqFpFQGua4/s1600-h/001225177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RidYQ52B3UI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EcqFpFQGua4/s400/001225177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055106154175257922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-8991636492351094424?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8991636492351094424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=8991636492351094424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8991636492351094424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/8991636492351094424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/operation-bunny-teeth.html' title='Operation Bunny Teeth'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RidYQ52B3UI/AAAAAAAAAIM/EcqFpFQGua4/s72-c/001225177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5581550503550759945</id><published>2007-04-19T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:45:35.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blonde Jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde in a Pawn Shop</title><content type='html'>A blonde walks into a pawn shop and sees a TV that she liked. She walked up to the clerk and asked how much for it. &lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Ma'am, I don't sell things to blondes" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, she walked out of the store. That night, she dyed her hair brown. The next day, she went back to the store and asked the clerk for the price of the television.&lt;br /&gt;Same reply.&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated, she bought a red wig and wore it to the store the next day.&lt;br /&gt;When she asked the clerk, he told her the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know it was me?!" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Because, that isn't a TV, it's a microwave."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5581550503550759945?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5581550503550759945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5581550503550759945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5581550503550759945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5581550503550759945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/blonde-in-pawn-shop.html' title='Blonde in a Pawn Shop'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1821887832928766552</id><published>2007-04-19T04:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:42:52.129-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Priest Who Lost His Cock</title><content type='html'>A priest had lost his cock (Male hen) and didn't know where to find it. So at the sermon next day he asked, "Has anybody got the cock?" All the men stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! no! I mean has anybody seen the cock?" All the women folk stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! no! I mean has anybody seen my cock?" All the nuns stood up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1821887832928766552?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1821887832928766552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1821887832928766552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1821887832928766552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1821887832928766552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/priest-who-lost-his-cock.html' title='The Priest Who Lost His Cock'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7782869935212097415</id><published>2007-04-18T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:54:41.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scientists'/><title type='text'>Newton Laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:Green;"&gt;Law -1: Every Engineer continues his state of chatting or forwarding mails unless he is assigned work by external unbalanced manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;Law -2: The rate of change in the Work is directly proportional to the payment received from client and takes place at the quick rate when deadline force is applied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Purple;"&gt;Law -3: For every appraisal there is an equal but opposite Work Implementation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Blue;"&gt;Bonus Law -4: Mistakes can neither be created nor be removed from drawings by an engineer. It can only be converted from one form to another, the total number of mistakes in the drawing always remains constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7782869935212097415?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7782869935212097415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7782869935212097415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7782869935212097415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7782869935212097415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/newton-laws.html' title='Newton Laws'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5484578973712354036</id><published>2007-04-18T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:26:03.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human relations'/><title type='text'>Relationship between eyes</title><content type='html'>Do you know the relationship between two eyes..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They blink together,&lt;br /&gt;They move together,&lt;br /&gt;They cry together,&lt;br /&gt;They see things together and&lt;br /&gt;They sleep together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they never see each other.. That's what is true friendship !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a beautiful girl comes in front, one eye blinks and the other remains open.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story : Girls can break even the best of friendships !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5484578973712354036?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5484578973712354036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5484578973712354036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5484578973712354036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5484578973712354036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/relationship-between-eyes.html' title='Relationship between eyes'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-9061454357872297508</id><published>2007-04-14T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T05:32:15.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/4DFTmBrMYPw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/4DFTmBrMYPw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DFTmBrMYPw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-9061454357872297508?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/9061454357872297508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=9061454357872297508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9061454357872297508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/9061454357872297508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-1707232341303814818</id><published>2007-04-14T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:50:38.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idiot Jokes'/><title type='text'>Imagine what would happen if GOD installs Voice Mail in Heaven.</title><content type='html'>Imagine what would happen if GOD installs Voice Mail in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pray, you will get this response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Thank you for calling Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to speak to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Ganesha - Press 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Shiva - Press 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Krishna - Press 3 ( Sorry, he is Busy with "Gopiyan " ) For a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directory of other Gods / Goddess - Press 4 For Further Assistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menka / Pari / Angels -Press *. You press 1 and get connected to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganeshji and hear the Following message :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to make a request - Press 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For complaints / Grievances - Press 6 ( Seldom works)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For thanks giving - Press 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For any thing else , please press 8 and wait for the Customer Support Angel to talk to you If you would like to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naradji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TOLLFREE) singing Bhajan while you are holding - Press *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes comes the following message :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our records show that you have already prayed once today. Please try again tomorrow . Meanwhile , if you require any emergency assistance, please contact our offshore Customer Support Executive priest of your nearest temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note  :  All the names according to the Hindu Mythology . Not to hurt any body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-1707232341303814818?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/1707232341303814818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=1707232341303814818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1707232341303814818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/1707232341303814818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/imagine-what-would-happen-if-god.html' title='Imagine what would happen if GOD installs Voice Mail in Heaven.'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7368494394441378765</id><published>2007-04-14T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:35:40.975-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Room Jokes'/><title type='text'>Teacher Vs Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;: can you define the word lecturer for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student&lt;/span&gt;: lecturer is a person who has a bad habbit of speaking when some is sleeping in class&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- / message --&gt;&lt;!-- controls --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7368494394441378765?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7368494394441378765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7368494394441378765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7368494394441378765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7368494394441378765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/teacher-vs-student.html' title='Teacher Vs Student'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4264087413075413365</id><published>2007-04-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:36:54.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>Shocking Telegrams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEGRAM #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daughter sends a telegram to her father on her clearing B.Ed exams, which the father receives as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"father, your daughter has been successful in BED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEGRAM #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband, while he is on a business trip to a hill station sends a telegram to his wife: "I wish you were here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message received by wife: "I wish you were her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEGRAM #3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife with near maturing pregnan! Cy goes to railway station to return to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the reservation counter, while her turn came, it was the last ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pity on a very old lady next to her in the queue, she offered her berth to the old lady and sent a telegram to her husband which reached as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall be coming tomorrow, heavy rush in the train, gave birth to an old lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TELEGRAM #4 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man wants to celebrate his wife's Birthday by throwing a party. So he goes to order a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman asks him what message he wants to put on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he thinks for a while and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put, "you are not getting older you are getting better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman asks, "How do you want me to put it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, Well put "You are not getting older", at the top and "! You are getting better" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun didn't start until the cake was opened the entire party watched the message decorated on the cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not getting older at the top, you are getting better at the bottom".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4264087413075413365?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4264087413075413365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4264087413075413365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4264087413075413365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4264087413075413365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/shocking-telegrams.html' title='Shocking Telegrams'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-174969849700555564</id><published>2007-04-12T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:52:49.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Class Room Jokes'/><title type='text'>Funny answers written by students</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;b&gt; A vibration is a motion that cannot make up its mind which way it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tides are a fight between the Earth and Moon.&lt;br /&gt;All water tends towards the moon, because there is no water in the moon, and nature abhors a vacuum. I forget where the sun joins in this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many dead animals in the past changed to fossils while others preferred to be oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are high flying fogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure how clouds get formed. But the clouds know how to do it, and that is the important thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds just keep circling the earth around and around and around. There is not much else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide is so poisonous that one drop of it on a dogs tongue will kill the strongest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder is a rich source of loudness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Water is composed of two gins, Oxygin and Hydrogin. Oxygin is pure gin. Hydrogin is gin and water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H20 is hot water, and CO2 is cold water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three kinds of blood vessels are arteries, vanes, and caterpillars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dew is formed on leaves when the sun shines down on them and makes them perspire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The body consists of three parts - the brainium, the borax and the abominable cavity. The brainium contains the brain, the borax contains the heart and lungs, and the abominable cavity contains the bowels, of which there are five - a, e, i, o and u."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alimentary canal is located in the northern part of Indiana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Equator: A managerie lion running around the Earth through Africa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Germinate: To become a naturalized German."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To keep milk from turning sour: keep it in the cow."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-174969849700555564?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/174969849700555564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=174969849700555564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/174969849700555564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/174969849700555564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-answers-written-by-students.html' title='Funny answers written by students'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7454217978912371649</id><published>2007-04-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:46:19.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chandamama Stories'/><title type='text'>Change of heart</title><content type='html'>There was a very big lake in a forest. All the animals of the forest used to come to that lake to drink water from it. One day a hunter came to that lake. He bathed in it and drank the sweet water of the lake to quench his thirst. The hunter was very hungry as he hadn't eaten anything for the last so many days. He thought "The animals living in this forest will definitely come to this lake to drink water. And this will enable me to get a prey for myself easily," thinking this the hunter climbed a tree and sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, a female deer came to drink water from the lake. The hunter saw her, drew an arrow from his quiver and poised it on the bowstring. The female deer saw him doing this and was terribly frightened. She said, "Brother, hunter! I know I cannot save my life by running away from here; but I beseech you to have mercy on me. The two fawns, my young ones, must be waiting for me. Please allow me to go for the time being, and I promise that I shall come back to you after feeding the fawns and handing them over to a female deer who is a friend of mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter laughed. It was beyond logic for him that the female deer would return to him despite knowing that he would kill her. But then he thought "I must allow her to go keeping in view the promise made by her. And if I am destined to get a prey, I shall get another one." He allowed her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little after the female deer had left, a beautiful looking male deer with hig horns came to the lake to drink water from it. The hunter was about to release his arrow when the male deer saw him. He said, "Brother, hunter! It's hours since I have been away from my wife and the young ones. They must be getting nervous and eagerly awaiting my return. Do kindly allow me to go so that I may go and see them and explain to them the situation. And it's a promise that I shall return to you after that. But, kindly allow me to go for the time being."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This irritated the hunter very much. He was almost on the point of starvation. He thought for some time and then consoled himself by saying "I must allow the male deer also to return. If I am destined to starve today, I must."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female deer came to her fawns, fed them and let the fawns snuggle close to her for some time. Then she took them to another female deer, who was her close friend, and explained the situation to her. Meanwhile, the male deer also came there with tears welled up in his eyes. He also poured all his affection on them and then prepared to leave. But the fawns were not ready to part with their parents. Ultimately, the male and female deer, having no alternative, had to agree to take the fawns also along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching near the lake, the male deer said to the hunter, "Brother hunter! We all have come. Now you may kill us and assuage your hunger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter was extremely surprised to see the truthfulness of the innocent animals. He climbed down the tree and began theinking "How truthful are these deer despite being animals. They have returned tome, just to keep their word, without caring for their lives. And I, despite being a human being, am so sinful that in order to assuage my hunger, kill these innocent and mute animals. Now I take a vow that I shall not kill any animal from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunter broke his bow and threw it away. Just then a celestial car, moving in the air with gods and angels in it, landed on the ground there. One angel said to the hunter, "Hunter! these deer have atoned for their sins by having observed truthfulness. They will go to heaven. You too have atoned for your sins by having had mercy on these innocent animals. You will also be taken to heaven along with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the female and male deer were transformed into the forms of god along with the fawns. The hunter also was transformed into a god. It was their truthfulness and mercy that enabled them to go to heaven alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7454217978912371649?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7454217978912371649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7454217978912371649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7454217978912371649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7454217978912371649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/change-of-heart.html' title='Change of heart'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-35585277114974045</id><published>2007-04-12T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:45:29.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chandamama Stories'/><title type='text'>The neglected wife</title><content type='html'>When Brahmadutta was ruling Banaras, Bodhisatva was born.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the king became angry with his son and banished him from the kingdom. The prince left Banaras with his wife. They wandered in other lands for a long time suffering untold privations. On several occassions, the prince didn't have a roof over his head. He had also to go without food. His faithful wife shared all the hardships without a word of complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed, King Brahmadutta died. On learning the news, the prince thought he could now return to Banaras, and ascend the throne. So he and his wife started for Banaras, travelling day and night.In his anxiety to reach the capital as quickly as possible, he forgot to look after his wife's comfort. He forced her to walk as fast as he did and even to go without food and sleep as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he was anxious to reach Banaras, he couldn;t resist from eating. One day,the couple reached a village in a state of great hunger. One of the villagers took pity on them and asked the prince to go with him to his house.Asking his wife to rest under a tree, he went with the villager.He gave the prince a parcel of food which would be enough for two. On his was back the prince thought,"This food is sufficient for two of us. I don't know when and where we;ll get our next meal.And Banaras is still very far off. It is more important that I reach Banaras. My wife need not hurry to get there. Even otherwise,she is being a hindrance to me.If not with her, I would have gone much farther by now. I must manage to eat all this food myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his mind full of suh mean thoughts, the prince returned to where his wife was resting. "Here's some food", he told her,"You start walking, I shall catch up with you after my ablutions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing him,she wearily walked ahead. The prince ate up all the food. He then made a bundle of the leaves in which the food had been packed an caught up with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the mischief," he told her showing the packet. "The rascal has fooled us with an empty parcel.There's no food in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife said nothing, but she could guess what might have happened. After some more days, they arrived in Banaras. The prince was duly crowned as the king. Thought she had shared all his hardships, he didn't feel it necessary to share his happiness with his queen.She was totally neglected by the king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodhisatva, who had become the King's counsellor, noticed the state of affairs. One day, he wnet to see the queen who received him with due courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After coming into good times, the king distributed gifts to all of us," he said."But I am yet to et anything from the hands of queen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir," she said pitifully,"I'm the queen only in name. There's very little difference between me and the palace maids. I had dutifully shared all his misfortunes, but it looks as though i don't have the right to have a share of his fortune." She went to narrate to the counsellor how, on their way to Banaras, the prince had robbed her of her share of food."Even now," she said, " the king doesn't care to enquire whether I have had my food, what clothes I am wearing and so on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, your hightness," Bodhisatva said, seeing that she was in tears,"I've suspected this , I came here only to know the truth from you. Let's repeat our conversation tomorrow in hte court. I'll see that the king doesn't neglect you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the queen was present at the court. Bodhisatva remarked in the full court that the queen had no thoughts for the poor since she became the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the queen told the court all that she had told the counsellor the previous day. The King felt ashamed when she revealed how he had robbed her of her share of food while they were returning to Banaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the King is neglecting you," Bodhisatva told her, " there's no reason why you should stay with him. The scriptures tell us: Leave one who had left you. Don't make friends with him.You need not be nice to anyone who frowns at you.Birds leave the fruitless tree and seek other trees. The world is wide. So, you can get out into the world and seek those who will be considerate to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hering this, the King left the throne and fell at Bodhisatva's feet. 'O wise counsellor! Don't put me to shame!' he begged. "I shall henceforth treat my wife with respect. I apologise for what I have done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-35585277114974045?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/35585277114974045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=35585277114974045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/35585277114974045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/35585277114974045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/neglected-wife.html' title='The neglected wife'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-4060949190146950282</id><published>2007-04-12T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:44:28.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Corner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chandamama Stories'/><title type='text'>A Grateful Servant</title><content type='html'>Sekhar was orphaned in his childhood itself.He was brought up by his uncle Krishna. Though he was very much affectionate towards Sekhar, his wife Rohini deteseted him from the very beginning. She burdened him with the entire household chores, and at the same time gave him the most frugal meals. As the years passed, the situation started deteriorating and Sekhar had to go without food on may days. Besides, he had to put up with verbal abuses from and physical torture by his aunt. Though in the presence of her husband, she pretended to take care of him, she did the contrary in his absence.Later, Krishna was aware of the ill-treatment meted out to his nephew in his absence, and he was furious with his wife. When he reprimanded her severly, Rohini retaliated:"Don't accuse me! This rascal is telling lies to you about me! Send him out of the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna countered her."Don't try to act, Rohini! The poor boy is too good to complain about you! He is extremely tolerant and good-natured. I've come to know what you do with him from other quarters too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohini shot back:"If you believe that your nephew is so tolerant, send him to work under your relative Sitaram! He'll be better off there! I can't look after your nephew any longer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna became angry.He replied:"Why should he go there? He'll be with us only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohini became agitated.She shouted,"Then, let me leave this house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhar hd to intervene to pacify the quarelling couple."Uncle! please don't quarrel with aunty on my count.I'll rather go to uncle Sitaram's house at once!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishna was too furious to speak. After sometime, when he had cooled down,it occured to him that the idea was not altogether bad. Atleast, Sekhar would be able to eat two square meals a day insted of often starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitaram was a niceman in earlier times. After his retirement, he got bored by sitting idle in the house. His wife Arundhati and his sons where busy with their own work and hence couldnot spare any time for him. Sitaram felt neglected and hence gave vent to his annoyance at everyone. Being unable to put up with his nagging, Arundhati appointed a servant to look after his personal needs. But this made matters worse. Sitaram felt let down by his own family and harassed the servant, He soon left their service. Arundhati engaged several servants thereafter, but none stuck to the job. She was now badly in need of a servant who whould be patient enought to work under her ever-nagging husband. Krishna was aware of this, but the only consolation was that Sekhar would atleast not starve. So, he decided to send Sekhar to SItaram's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, it was a bit difficult for Sekhar to put up with hte tantrums of Sitaram. Gradually, he got used to them. He showed utmost patience in dealing with his new master. Verysoon, Sitaram started liking Sekhar. Arundhati felt much relieved and she was so pleased with the boy that she gave him sumptuous food. She took care of all his needs and treated him as a member of her own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a hermit visited thier house,Greatly pleased with thefamily, the hermit said:" I want to be bless all of you. Please come one by one and tell me your wishes. I shall praay to god to grant you your wishess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to him one by one and spoke out their wishes. Arindhati desired a long married life. The sons wanted to lead properous lives,Sitaram wanted that all should bestow their best attention on him.When everyone's turn was over,Arundhati called Sekhar and asked him to express his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekhar knelt before the hermit and prayed to him: " O holy man I want my master to have a long and healthy life. he should be contented as he was once upon a time. He should become a lovable person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All others , including the hermit, were astounded on listening to sekhar. The hermit stroked his back fondly and said " My dear boy! when all otherss have asked for the fulfilment of their personal wishes, what makes you only pray for the sake of your master? Dont you have any personal wish of your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O holy man!" said sekhar , his voice choked with emotioon. " I consider him my god! I owe my very existence in this house to him. Every morsel of food I get in this house is because of him. Nothing in the world would I seek other than his welfare!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear boy,"cautioned the hermit "dont you realise that once your wish gets fulfilled and he becomes normal, you might lose your job in this house? Have you thought of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter!" said Sekhar."Even if I'm asked to leave his service, I would 'not mind. I would always recollect the happy days I spent with him. His welfare is most important to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitaram was overwhelmed. He held Sekhar 's hands and said," Never will I ask you to leave my house you aren't my servant any longer. From this day , you are my third son.And you 'll be with me for ever".. He hugged Sekhar and wept like a child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-4060949190146950282?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/4060949190146950282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=4060949190146950282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4060949190146950282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/4060949190146950282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/grateful-servant.html' title='A Grateful Servant'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-588786171869799165</id><published>2007-04-11T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:56:33.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Street Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/F1OrROuqn8M" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/F1OrROuqn8M" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-588786171869799165?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/588786171869799165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=588786171869799165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/588786171869799165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/588786171869799165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/street-dance.html' title='Street Dance'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7267353314752428621</id><published>2007-04-11T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:17:42.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Videos'/><title type='text'>Funny Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/514007/funny_show.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/514007/funny_show/"&gt;Funny Show&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="'http://www.metacafe.com/'"&gt;Watch today’s top amazing videos here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7267353314752428621?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7267353314752428621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7267353314752428621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7267353314752428621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7267353314752428621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-show.html' title='Funny Show'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-6378180175115978814</id><published>2007-04-11T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:15:16.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Bush &amp; Kalam</title><content type='html'>While visiting India , George Bush is invited to tea with Abdul Kalam.&lt;br /&gt;He asks Kalam what his leadership philosophy is. He says that, it is to&lt;br /&gt;surround himself with intelligent people. Bush asks how he knows if they're intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do so by asking them the right questions," says the Kalam. "Allow me to demonstrate."&lt;br /&gt;Bush watches as Kalam phones Manmohan Singh and says, "Mr. Prime Minister, please answer&lt;br /&gt;this question: your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is&lt;br /&gt;not your brother or sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manmohan immediately responds, "It's me, Sir !" "Correct. Thank you and good-bye, sir," says the Kalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hangs up and says, "Did you get that, Mr. Bush?" Bush nods: "Yes Mr. President.  Thanks a lot. I'll definitely be using that!" Bush, upon returning to Washington, decides he'd better put the Condoleeza Rice to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush summons her to the White House and says, "Condoleeza, I wonder if you can answer&lt;br /&gt;a question for me." "Why, of course, sir. What's on your mind?" Bush poses the question:&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your&lt;br /&gt;brother or your sister. Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice was puzzled and finally asks, "Can I think about it and get back to you?" Bush agrees,&lt;br /&gt;and Rice leaves. Rice immediately calls a meeting of senior senators, and they puzzle over&lt;br /&gt;the question for several hours, but nobody can come up with an answer. Finally, in desperation,&lt;br /&gt;Rice calls Colin Powell and explains the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Powell, your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child is not your&lt;br /&gt;brother or your sister. Who is it?" Powell answers immediately, "It's me, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much relieved, Rice rushes back to the White House, finds George Bush, and exclaims,&lt;br /&gt;"I know the answer, sir! I know who it is! It's our Colin Powell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bush replies in disgust, "Wrong, its Manmohan Singh!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-6378180175115978814?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6378180175115978814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=6378180175115978814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6378180175115978814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/6378180175115978814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/bush-kalam.html' title='Bush &amp; Kalam'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7535635379544994202</id><published>2007-04-11T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:32:28.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office humor'/><title type='text'>Marketing concepts...</title><content type='html'>A Professor at one of the IIM's  was explaining marketing concepts to the Students:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Direct Marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.         You're at a party with a bunch of freinds and see a gorgeous girl.    One of your friends goes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. Marry him." - That's Advertising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day, you call and say:   "Hi, I'm very rich.  Marry me." - That's Telemarketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.         You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie,   you walk up to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car)for her,    pick up her bag after she drops it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offer her ride and then say: "By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?" - That's Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.         You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:   "You are very rich! Can&lt;br /&gt;you marry ! me?" - That's Brand Recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: I "I a m very rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.               - That's Customer Feedback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she introduces you to her husband.               - That's demand and supply gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say    anything, another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?"    and she goes with him - That's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;competition eating into your market share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.         You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say:    "I'm rich, Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your wife arrives. - That's restriction for entering new markets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7535635379544994202?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7535635379544994202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7535635379544994202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7535635379544994202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7535635379544994202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/marketing-concepts.html' title='Marketing concepts...'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-7450923233452338088</id><published>2007-04-11T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:06:14.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer jokes'/><title type='text'>Computer Quotes</title><content type='html'>"If at first you don't succeed; call it version 1.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Internet: where men are men, women are men, and children are FBI agents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some things Man was never meant to know. For everything else, there's Google."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"unzip; strip; touch; finger; mount; fsck; more; yes; unmount; sleep" - my daily unix command list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... one of the main causes of the fall of the Roman Empire was that, lacking zero, they had no way to indicate successful termination of their C programs." - Robert Firth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Python is executable pseudocode, then perl is executable line noise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more I C, the less I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To err is human... to really foul up requires the root password."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After Perl everything else is just assembly language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If brute force doesn't solve your problems, then you aren't using enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life would be so much easier if we only had the source code."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unix is user-friendly. It's just very selective about who its &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x scroll center bottom; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-bottom: -2px; padding-bottom: 2px;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"COBOL programmers understand why women hate periods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Programming is like sex, one mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.” — Michael Sinz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"640K ought to be enough for anybody." - This is not humorous by itself; but in the context it's a classic by Bill Gates in 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft: "You've got questions. We've got dancing paperclips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Microsoft is not the answer. Microsoft is the question. NO is the answer." - Erik Naggum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-7450923233452338088?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7450923233452338088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=7450923233452338088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7450923233452338088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/7450923233452338088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/computer-quotes.html' title='Computer Quotes'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5699493805002687652</id><published>2007-04-10T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:11:43.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Lallo Parsad YADAV and Bill Gates</title><content type='html'>Laloo Prasad sent his Bio Data - to apply for a post in Microsoft Corporation, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later he got this reply:&lt;br /&gt;dear Mr. Laloo Prasad,&lt;br /&gt;You do not meet our requirements. Please do not send any further correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;No phone call shall be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laloo prasad jumped with joy on receiving this reply.&lt;br /&gt;He arranged a press conference : "Bhaiyon aur Behno, aap ko jaan kar khushi hogee ki hum ko Amereeca mein naukri mil gayee hai."&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was delighted. Laloo prasad continued...... "Ab hum aap sab ko apnaa appointment Letter padkar sunaongaa ? par letter angreeze main hai - isliyen saath-saath Hindi main translate bhee karoonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad ----- Pyare Laloo prasad bhaiyya&lt;br /&gt;You do not meet -----aap to miltay hee naheen ho&lt;br /&gt;our requirement ----- humko to zaroorat hai&lt;br /&gt;Please do not send any furthur correspondance ----- ab Letter vetter bhejne ka kaouno zaroorat nahee.&lt;br /&gt;No phone call ----- phoonwa ka bhee zaroorat nahee hai&lt;br /&gt;shall be entertained ----- bahut khaatir kee jayegi.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ----- aapkaa bahut bahut dhanyavad.&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates. ---- Tohar Bilva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5699493805002687652?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5699493805002687652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5699493805002687652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5699493805002687652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5699493805002687652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/lallo-parsad-yadav-and-bill-gates.html' title='Lallo Parsad YADAV and Bill Gates'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-2520797339386260166</id><published>2007-04-10T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:35:39.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Pics'/><title type='text'>The Best Way To Lose Weight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RhuU9eliZMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3h_OTsSOFqo/s1600-h/loseweig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RhuU9eliZMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3h_OTsSOFqo/s400/loseweig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051795190929581250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-2520797339386260166?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2520797339386260166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=2520797339386260166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2520797339386260166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/2520797339386260166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-way-to-lose-weight.html' title='The Best Way To Lose Weight!'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YKQjtAVadU0/RhuU9eliZMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/3h_OTsSOFqo/s72-c/loseweig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4833590604409676033.post-5759297619840961372</id><published>2007-04-09T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:10:34.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permalink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Jokes'/><title type='text'>Santa in ICU</title><content type='html'>A man was brought in to the hospital intensive care ward, put in a bed, tubes coming out everywhere. A week later, another man was admitted, in a similar condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both lay there, machines pinging, tubes poking etc. a couple more weeks before one of them had the strength to raise his hand and point to himself and say, "Bengali."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other patient signaled he had heard, raised his own hand, and said, "Punjabi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This act tired them out so badly it was a week before the first summoned up the strength to say, "Calcutta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other replied in a weedy frail voice, "Ludhiana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, the strain was too much for them both and they passed out. Days passed before the first patient managed to again point to himself and say, "Asit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replied the other, "Santa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later, Asit managed to point to himself again and rasp out weakly, "Cancer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa responded, "Sagittarius."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4833590604409676033-5759297619840961372?l=tbtitbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5759297619840961372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4833590604409676033&amp;postID=5759297619840961372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5759297619840961372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4833590604409676033/posts/default/5759297619840961372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tbtitbits.blogspot.com/2007/04/santa-in-icu.html' title='Santa in ICU'/><author><name>sanbro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05668950319441377596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
