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            <title>Hardest part of the job</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=187</link>
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            <author>donvantel</author>
            <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 02:02:40 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>New guy at the office</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=186</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ The manager of a large office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office.

"What is your name?" was the first thing the manager asked the new guy.

"John," the new guy replied.

The manager scowled, "Look... I don't know what kind of a mamby-pamby place you worked at before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only... Smith, Jones, Baker... that's all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?"

The new guy sighed, "Darling. My name is John Darling."

"Okay, John, the next thing I want to tell you is..." 

[http://www.smilezilla.com|Jokes]]]></description>
            <author>makhno</author>
            <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 19:19:39 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Fancy bar</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=185</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ A man came home drunk at four in the morning, and his wife was all over him, yelling at him, crying because she thought he was with another woman.

"No, honey, I swear, I was at this bar, and it was so fancy that even the urinals were made of GOLD!"

She said she didn't believe him, so she called the bar.

"Hello," she said, "I just want to ask one question. My husband claims to have spent the night at your bar and I have one question; are your urinals covered in gold?"

To which she heard the bartender say, "Hey, Clarence, I think we found the guy who pissed in your saxophone!"

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            <author>makhno</author>
            <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 19:08:32 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>THE WINNER!</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=148</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ A clergyman was walking down the street when he came upon a Little Johnny and a group of his friends, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age.

The group surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"

One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we've decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog."

Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn't be having a contest telling lies!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, "Don't you boys know it's a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."

There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he'd gotten through to them, the smallest boy, Little Johnny, gave a deep sigh and said,"All right, give him the dog." ]]></description>
            <author>wonderdude</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 15:11:33 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>LITTLE JOHNY!</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=138</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ 
One day Lil Johny says to his father: 

I want to get married.

Father: Oh, so do you have someone special in your mind? 
Johny: Yes , Grandma 
Father: What? There is a problem now, you want to marry my Mother? 
Johny: Why not? You married my mother ]]></description>
            <author>wonderdude</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 14:53:27 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Burned Ears</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=132</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ A guy burned two ears... so they were asking him at the hospital
how it happened.

He said, "I was ironing my clothing and the phone rang...
so instead of the phone I picked up the iron and burned my ear..."

"But how the heck did you burn the other ear?" The doctor asked.

"How do you think I called you people?"


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            <author>shakti</author>
            <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:05:05 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Sexually Tired</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=131</link>
            <description><![CDATA[Man goes to his doctor and complains that his wife hasn't wanted to have sex with him for the past six months.

The doctor tells the man to bring his wife in so he can talk to her and hopefully determine what the problem is.

The following day, the wife goes to the doctor's office. The doctor asks her what's wrong, why doesn't she want to have sex with her husband?

"Oh, that's easily explained. For the past six months," the wife says, "I've been taking a cab to work every morning. I don't have any money. The cab driver asks me, 'Are you going to pay today, or what?' So, I take an 'or what'."

"Then, when I get to work," she continues, "I'm late, so the boss asks me, 'Are we going to write this down in the book, or what?' So, I take an 'or what'.

"I take a cab to go home after work and, as usual, I have no money. The cab driver asks me again, 'So, are you going to pay this time, or what?' Again, I take an 'or what'.

"So you see, doc, by the time I get home I'm all tired out and don't want it anymore."

"Yes, I see," replies the doctor. "So, are we going to tell your husband, or what?"(:rolleyes:)
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            <author>inkmink</author>
            <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 12:19:10 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>3 proud parents</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=129</link>
            <description><![CDATA[(:eek:)3 men were gathering one day to talk about how successful there sons were doing.

The first man says, "My son has been doing so successful as a lawyer he got a mansion and shares it with his friend."

The second mans says, "My son has been so successful as a doctor that he bought a converatable and a private jet for his friend."

The third man says, "Well, my son hasn't been so "successful". In fact, I just learned he was gay and I've accepted that fact. I guess he must be doing good though because he lives in a mansion with his friend and owns a private jet and a convertable."


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            <author>arvind</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:24:11 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Beautiful Girl</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=116</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ Biwi: yesterDay I saW a veRy beaUtiful giRl. 

Sardar: ThEn whAt haPPened? 

Biwi: I jUst kept on aDmiring hEr, oN and oN.. 

Sardar (gets irritated): WHAT haPPened thEn? 

Biwi smiled and said: 
ThEn.......................................................... I moVed aWay frOm thE miRRor




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            <author>goffydoffy</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:05:24 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Badi Cheez</title>
            <link>http://www.officegupshup.com/forum_thread?forumId=12&amp;comments_parentId=115</link>
            <description><![CDATA[ Badi Cheez 

sardar to his friend -I want to gift something to my girlfriend

Friend -give her a gold ring 

Sardar-Nahi Kuch Badi cheez bata 

Friend MRF Ka Tyre De De. 



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            <author>goffydoffy</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:02:02 +0100</pubDate>
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