<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Licensed Pirate</title><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Licensed Pirate</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>S.O.B.</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">An eighteen year old virgin girl speaks confidentially to her lecturer who is a horny, dirty old man. </font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Sir, I called a man a son-of-a-bitch yesterday." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Why did you call him a son-of-a-bitch??" the lecturer asked. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Because he touched me on my arm without permission" <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Do you mean like this??" He touches her arm. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Yes sir." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"That's no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"But he also touched my breasts." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"You mean like this??"  He touches her breasts. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Yes sir." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"But he took off my clothes." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Like this??" He takes off her clothes. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Yes sir." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"But he then put his you-know-what in my you-know-where." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Like this??" He put his you-know-what in her you-know-where. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Yes sir," she says sometime later. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"But that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"But sir, he has AIDS." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!"<br></font></p><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 09:19:44 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/04/S-O-B.html</link></item><item><title>Novel Treatment For A Cough</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4">The owner of a pharmacy walks in to find a guy leaning heavily against a wall. The owner asks the clerk, "What's with that guy over there by the wall?" </font><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The clerk says, "Well, he came in here this morning to get something for his cough. I couldn't find the cough syrup, so I gave him an entire bottle of laxative." </font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The owner says, "You idiot! You can't treat a cough with laxatives!" <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The clerk says, "Oh yeah? But it works. Look at him. Now he's afraid to cough!"</font></p><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:10:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/03/Novel-Treatment-For-A-Cough-1.html</link></item><item><title>Rude Customer</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><p><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4">An oily, disreputable looking fellow walks into a bank with a large sack on his back.  Seeing an open teller, the man walks up to the young lady and places the sack on the counter. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"I want to open a f***ing savings account!" the man grunts. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"I am sorry sir, we prefer politer customers," she replied, offended. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Okay, look I just wanna open a f***ing banking account." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"I'm sorry, but you just can't speak that way." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The supervisor, seeing the trouble went over to check on the situation. She got there and got the story from the teller.  Trying another tack, she decided to handle the situation herself. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"How can I help you?" she asked, all smiles. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Listen, I would like to open a F***ING savings account!" <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"I am sorry, but we do not deal with people who use vulgar language." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">Finally the smart, down-to-earth bank manager came over to settle the matter. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"What is the matter here?" he asked. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Look," replied the customer, "I just won 47 million dollars in the lottery and I wanted to open a <i>f***ing</i> savings account to deposit all the cash in." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"And are these two bitches giving you any trouble?" quickly replied the wily manager!<br></font></p><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 10:32:57 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/02/Rude-Customer-2.html</link></item><item><title>The Three Generals</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4">The Pentagon said they had too many generals running around, so they decided to get rid of some of them. They offered $10,000 in severance pay for each inch of their body -- to be measured however they chose.<br><br>The Air Force general went first. He said he wanted to be measured from his head to his toe. He was 69 inches. He received $690,000.<br><br>Next up was the Army general. He wanted to be measured from the tip of his finger to the tip of his other finger. It was 80 inches. He received $800,000.<br><br>The two generals were very happy with their earnings.<br><br>Finally the Marine general came up. He said he wanted to be measured from the tip of his penis to the base of his testes. The man said, ''Sir, do you know how much the other generals received?''<br><br>The general said no. <br><br>''Sir, they received $690,000 and $800,000 respectively, are you sure that is what you want measured?''<br><br>The general said, ''Just do it!''<br><br>The man dropped the general's pants and measured his appendage. When he went for the general's testes, they weren't there. The man said, ''Sir, where are your testes?''<br><br>The general said, ''Oh, I left them back in Vietnam!''</font><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 11:43:17 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/01/The-Three-Generals-2.html</link></item><item><title>Aerial Photography</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4">A photographer from a well know national magazine was assigned to cover the fires at Yellowstone National Park. </font><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The magazine wanted to show some of the heroic work of the fire fighters as they battled the blaze. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">When the photographer arrived, he realized that the smoke was so thick that it would seriously impede or make it impossible for him to photograph anything from ground level. He requested permission to rent a plane and take photos <br>from the air.  His request was approved and arrangements were made. </font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4"> He was told to report to a nearby airport where a plane would be waiting for him.  He arrived at the airport and saw a plane warming up near the gate.  He jumped in with his bag and shouted, "Let's go!'' <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">  The pilot swung the little plane into the wind, and within minutes they were in the air. The photographer said, "Fly over the park and make two or three low passes so I can take some pictures." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">"Why?" asked the pilot. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4"> "Because I am a photographer," he responded, "and photographers take photographs." <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">The pilot was silent for a moment; finally he stammered, "You mean you're not the flight instructor?"<br></font></p><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 08:51:36 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/30/Aerial-Photography-2.html</link></item><item><title>The Ultimate Female Joke</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4" face="Century Gothic">It has long been contended that there are male jokes and there are female jokes, and there are unisex jokes. Here is a joke, a true female joke. I offer it to you in the hope that women will love it and men will pass it along to a woman who will love it.  <br><br>A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after-work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, middle-aged man entered. He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes off him. <br><br> The young-at-heart man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward her....... (As men often will). <br><br>Before she could offer her apologies for staring so rudely, he leaned over and whispered to her, 'I'll do any thing, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $20.00..... on one condition.' <br><br> Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was. <br><br> The man replied, 'You have to tell me what you want me to do <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">in just three words</span>.' <br><br> The woman considered his proposition for a moment, and then slowly removed a $20 bill from her purse, which she pressed into the man's hand along with her address. She looked deeply into his eyes, and slowly and  meaningfully said: <br><br>&gt; <br><br>&gt; <br><br>&gt; </font><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4" face="Century Gothic"> </font><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4" face="Century Gothic"> </font><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4" face="Century Gothic"> </font><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4" face="Century Gothic"><br><br>&gt; <br><br>&gt; </font><br><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></font><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><font size="2" face="Century Gothic"><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4"><br><br>&gt;<br><br><br><br><br><br>&gt;<br><br><br><br><br>"Clean My House!"</font></font><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 09:06:05 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/29/The-Ultimate-Female-Joke-1.html</link></item><item><title>Best Comeback Response Of The Year</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="3" face="Tahoma"><b><i>I<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">f you ever testify in court, you might wish you could have been as sharp as this policeman. He was being cross-examined by a defense attorney during a felony trial. The lawyer was trying to undermine the policeman's credibility...</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></i></b></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" size="3" face="Tahoma"><b><i> </i></b></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" size="3" face="Tahoma"> </font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" size="3" face="Tahoma"><b><i><br>Q: 'Officer -- did you see my client fleeing the scene?' <br><br>A: 'No sir. But I subsequently observed a person matching the description of the offender, running several blocks away.' <br><br>Q: 'Officer -- who provided this description?' <br><br>A: 'The officer who responded to the scene.' <br><br>Q: 'A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called offender. Do you trust your fellow officers?' <br><br>A: 'Yes, sir. With my life.' <br><br>Q: 'With your life? Let me ask you this then officer. Do you have a room where you change your clothes in preparation for your daily duties?' <br><br>A: 'Yes sir, we do!' <br><br>Q: 'And do you have a locker in the room?' <br><br>A: 'Yes sir, I do.' <br><br>Q: 'And do you have a lock on your locker?' <br><br>A: 'Yes sir.' <br><br>Q: 'Now why is it, officer, if you trust your fellow officers with your life, you find it necessary to lock your locker in a room you share with these same officers?' <br><br>A: 'You see, sir -- we share the building with the court complex, and sometimes lawyers have been known to walk through that room.' <br><br>The courtroom EXPLODED with laughter, and a prompt recess was called. The officer on the stand has been nominated for this year's 'Best Comeback' line -- and we think he'll win.</i></b></font><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 07:54:44 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/28/Best-Comeback-Response-Of-The-Year-2.html</link></item><item><title>How to Ripen Tomatoes</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Arial">A beautiful woman loved growing tomatoes, but couldn't seem to get her tomatoes to turn <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">red</span>. <br><br>One day, while taking a stroll, she came upon a gentleman neighbour who had the most beautiful garden full of huge red tomatoes. The woman asked the gentleman, "What do you do to get your tomatoes so red?"</font><font size="4" face="Arial"> </font><br><p><font color="#0000a1" face="Verdana"><font size="4">The gentleman responded, "Well, twice a day I stand in front of my tomato garden and walk around naked.</font></font><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Verdana"> My tomatoes turn red from blushing so much."</font><font size="4" face="Arial"> </font><br></p><p><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Verdana">Well, the woman was so impressed, she decided to try doing the same thing to her tomato garden to see if it would work. So twice a day for two weeks she paraded around the garden naked hoping for the best.<br></font></p><p><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Verdana">One day the gentleman was passing by and asked the woman,</font><span style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Verdana">"By the way, how did you make out? Did your tomatoes turn red?"</font><font size="4" face="Arial"> </font><br></p><p><font color="#0000a1" size="4" face="Verdana">"No", she replied, "but the cucumbers have become enormous though!"</font></p><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 07:09:25 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/27/How-to-Ripen-Tomatoes-1.html</link></item><item><title>Medical Advances</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">An </tt><tt><font color="red">Israeli</font></tt><tt><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> doctor says</span></tt><span style="font-family: monospace; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">:</span><tt style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">'Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can take a kidney out of</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt> one man, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'</tt></font><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"><br><tt><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">A</span> </tt><tt><font color="#000080">German</font></tt><tt><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> doctor says</span></tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt>:'That is nothing, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"> <tt>another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.</tt></font><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"><br><tt><br><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">A </span></tt><tt><font color="#800000">Russian</font></tt><tt><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> doctor says:</span></tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt>'In my country,</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"> <tt>medicine is so far progressed that we can take half a</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"> <tt>heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"> <tt>for work in two weeks.'</tt></font><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"> <tt><br style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">The</span> </tt><tt><font color="#008000">Malaysian</font></tt><tt><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> doctor, not to be outdone, says 'You guys are way behind.</span></tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt> We recently took a man with no brains, from a remote part of the country,</tt><tt> made him the Prime Minister for 5 years, and now half the country is</tt></font><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" size="4"><tt> looking for work!'</tt></font><font style="font-weight: bold;" size="4"> </font><br><br><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:59:32 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/26/Medical-Advances-1.html</link></item><item><title>Quantam Theory Of Socks</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><font style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" size="4">Philosophers have long wondered why socks have this habit of getting lost, and why humans always end up with large collections of unmatched odd socks. One school of thought says that socks are very antisocial creatures, and have a deep sense of rivalry. In particular, two socks of the same design have feelings of loathing towards each other and hence it is nearly impossible to pair them (e.g. a blue sock will usually be found nestling up to a black one, rather than its fellow blue sock). </font><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">On the other hand, quantum theorists explain it all by a generalised exclusion principle--it is impossible for two socks to be in the same eigen-state, and when it's in danger of happening, one of the socks has to vanish. <br></font></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><font size="4">Indeed the Uncertainty Principle also comes in--the only time you know where a sock is, is when you're wearing it, and hence unable to be sure exactly how fast it's moving. The moment you stop moving and look at your sock, it then starts falling to pieces, changing colour, or otherwise becoming indeterminate. Either way, socks may possess Colour and Strangeness, but they seem to lack Charm. <br></font></p><BR>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 09:06:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://licensedpirate.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/25/Quantam-Theory-Of-Socks-2.html</link></item></channel></rss>