Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Formula For Friendship



A recipe for friendship


1 cup unselfishness

2 cups love
¼  cup loyalty
1 teaspoon sense of humour
4 cups girlish delights
A dash of silliness
Mix them all together and you somehow end up with the best friend you
ever had...

Remember to garnish with sweetness
And plenty of blessings…


Friday, October 16, 2009

Oh ! This Funny Language

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There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger,
neither apple nor pine in pineapple
English muffins were not invented in England
or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat
Quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
A guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig
Why is that writers write, but fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce, hammers don't ham
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
One goose, 2 geese, so one moose, 2 meese?
One index, two indices?
Is cheese the plural of choose?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegatarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Ship by truck, and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell
Park on driveways and drive on parkways?
How can a slim chance and fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy be opposites?
When a house burns up, it burns down
You fill a form by filling it out
An alarm clock goes off by going on
When the stars are out, they are visible
but when the lights are out, they are invisible
When I wind up my watch, I start it
But when I wind up this essay, I end it

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Saturday, July 11, 2009

Getting Permission

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Recently my sons aged seven and five came home from school with permission slips given by their respective class teachers, asking for parent’s permission, to let the kids go on a trip to an amusement park, which was being organized by the school. Persuading me with his usual charm , the older one got my permission to go on this trip.

Being the youngest and still unable to do things unaided, my five year old was not fortunate, but he happily accepted the fact, when I told him that I would allow him to go on school trips when he is older. And then ,he quickly marched to his brother, who was sitting on the other end of the room, to tell him what I had related.

I couldn’t help laughing when I heard the conversation between them.

My five year old son, “Mommy says, she’ll let me go on this school trip when I’m older.”

My seven year old replied, “when you are older, she’s dead".