guys sicne so many things are happening which has made my fellow TDians feeling low, heres some jokes from me to cheer all you guys up.
laugh all you want, & all you sorrows will go away😃
Fijian hell
-A Fijian dies and goes to hell. There he finds that there is a different
hell for each country.
He goes first to the German hell and asks, "What do they do here?" He is
told, "First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they
lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the German devil comes
in and whips you for the rest of the day."
Then he goes in and out of the USA hell then the Russian hell and
Australian hell as well as many more. He discovers that they are all
more or less the same as the German hell.
Finally he goes to the Fijian hell and saw a lot of people waiting to
get in. Amazed he asks, "What do they do here?" He is told, "First they
put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of
nails for another hour. Then the Fijian devil comes in and whips you for
the rest of the day."
"But that is exactly the same as all the other hells - why are there so
many people waiting to get in?"
Because maintenance is so bad that the electric chair does not work,
someone has stolen all the nails from the bed, and the devil is a former
Government servant, so he comes in, signs the register and then goes to
the canteen for tea break.
This Explains why we forward Jokes
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was
> enjoying the scenery,
>
> when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He
> remembered dying, and
>
> that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. Hewondered where
>
> the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a
> high, white stone
>
> wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
> At the top of a
>
> long hill it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the
> sunlight. When he
>
> was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch
> that looked
>
> like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate
> looked like pure
>
> gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got
> closer, he saw a
>
> man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he
> called out, "Excuse
>
> me, where are we?" "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
> "Wow! Would you
>
> happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir.
> Come right in,
>
> and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man
> gestured, and the
>
> gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his
> dog, "come in,
>
> too?" the traveller asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't
> accept pets." The
>
> man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road
>and
> continued the
>
> way he had been going with his dog. After another long walk,
> and at the top
>
> of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through
> a farm gate
>
> that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no
> fence. As he
>
> approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a
> tree and reading
>
> a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any
> water?" Yeah,
>
> sure, there's a pump over there, come on in." "How about my
> friend here?"
>
> the traveller gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl
>by
> the pump."
>
> They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
> old-fashioned hand
>
> pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water
> bowl and took a
>
> long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they
> were full, he
>
> and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by
> the tree. "What
>
> do you call this place?" the traveller asked. "This is
> Heaven," he answered.
>
> "Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down
> the road said
>
> that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold
> street and
>
> pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad
> for them to use
>
> your name like that?" No, we're just happy that they screen
> out the folks
>
> who would leave their best friends behind."
>
> Soooo... Sometimes, we wonder
>
> why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a
> word. Maybe this
>
> will explain. When you are very busy, but still want to keep
> in touch, guess
>
> what you do? You forward jokes. When you have nothing to
>say,
> but still want
>
> to keep contact, you forward jokes. When you have something
> to say, but
>
> don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes. Also
> to let you know
>
> that you are still remembered, you are still important, you
> are still loved,
>
> you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded
> joke. So, next time
>
> if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just
> another forwarded
>
> joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend
> on the other end
>
> of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
>
>
>
> You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime !
>
Udne Ki Aasha
