Einstein's Chauffeur

When Albert Einstein is making the rounds of the speaker's circuit, he usually finds himself eagerly longing to get back to his laboratory work. One night as he is being driven to yet another boring dinner, Einstein mentions to his chauffer ( a man who somewhat resembles Einstein in looks and manner) that he is tired of speech making.
"I have an idea, boss," his chauffer says. 'I have heard you give this speech so many times, I will bet I could give it for you.'
Einstein laughs loudly and says, 'why not? Lets do it!'
When they arrive at the dinner, Einstein puts on the chauffer's cap and jacket and sits in the back of the room. The chauffer gives a beautiful performance of Einstein's speech and even answers a few questions expertly.

Then a supremely self-important professor asks an extremely complicated question about antimatter formation, stop to talk about something else here and there to let everyone in the audience know that he is nobody's fool.
Without a moment's hesitation, the chauffer fixes the professor with a steely stare and says, "Sir, the answer to that question is so simple that I will let my chauffer, who is sitting in the back, answer it for me."

hahaha ... :)

Funny Experience in Wedding Party

I had been invited to my diving buddy's wedding party. On the big day, I carefully preened myself losing my usually tomboy looks. I had on beautiful lacy kebaya and sarong. I couldn't wait to see what my other diving buddies would be wearing. They had promised to dress up as best as they could for the party. On the big day, the bride and the groom looked awesome. The party was fun and the food looked great. I decided to sample a little from each dish. While munching, I saw Budi, one of my diving buddies, among several persons heading for a photo session with the happy couple.

I quickly put away my delicious plate of lasagna, headed for the podium, and struggled up the podium stairs in my costume and high heels. When I finally made it, the photographer was about to shoot. On the double, I positioned myself in the front row, giving the peace sign with my fingers. When the photo session was over and I looked around, I was shocked to find myself among strangers. Except for Budi, I had no clue who the others were. Laughters burst from my diving buddies below the podium. Smiling broadly, Budi guided me down the podium to my grinning pals.

"Can't wait for your own buddies, huh? Don't you know Budi is also one of the bride's high school mates? It's her high school mates you were posing with!" said one of my friends. Another friend added, "You know what ... several minutes ago that guy over there asked me what your name was. He seemed bedazzled by the way you look tonight. Alas, your stage antics changed his mind."
There went my dignity and my good chance to meet a guy.
This my Funny Experience in Wedding Party

Turn It Off, Please

I was in the middle of teaching my class when suddenly I heard a cellphone ringing softly. "Whose cellphone is that?" I asked my students. No one answered. Instead, everyone looked accusingly at each other. The soft ringing continued and I got impatient. "C'mon ... This is really disturbing. Please turn it off," I said, raising my voice.

To my annoyance, now my students stared back at me with innocent faces. The class became quiet while the soft ringing became more audible. "Hmmm, Funny," I thought. The melody sounds familiar to me. Then it dawned on me that the ringing came from my handbag on the table. Even though I was sure I had turned my cell off, I still grabbed my bag to check. Ooops! It was my phone alright! Sorry, it's my cell phone," I told my students. I didn't know what the color my face was, but I prayed hard the bell would ring real soon.

Place to buy Collectibles and Memorabilia

Some people collect stamps or coins; others collect books or posters. Some others get a kick out of hunting for knick-knacks, be it pinky piggy stuff or Celebrity memorabilia, include me. I started to collect celebrity's memorabilia since I fell in love with their performance. I began collecting autographs on posters, cassettes and photograph in high school and so far has amassed about a hundred autographs of Internationally famous people. Where I get collecting all of that memorabilia? Usually I bought at mall, and sometimes I barter items with my friends. And now, I searching in Internet and found a good place to buy collectibles and memorabilia.

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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Taxi Driver

Meet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, British writer, creator of the world famous detective, Sherlock Holmes with his power of deduction. Mr. Doyle's got a funny story to share to you. So, enjoy!
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is waiting at a taxi stand outside the railway station in Paris. When a taxi pulls up, he puts his suitcase in the front seat and gets in the back. As he is about to tell the taxi driver where he wants to go, the driver asks him, "Where can I take you, Mr. Doyle?"
Doyle is flabbergasted. He asks the driver whether he knows him by sight. The driver says, "No, sir, I have never seen you before."
The puzzled Doyle asks him what makes him think that he is Conan Doyle. The driver replies, "this morning's paper had a story about you being on vacation in Marseilles. This is the taxi stand where people who return from Marseilles always come to. Your skin color tells me you have been on vacation. The ink spot on your right index finger suggests to me that you are a writer. Your clothing is very English, and not French. Adding up all those pieces of information, I deduce that you are Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."

Doyle says, "This is a truly amazing deduction. You are a real-life counter-part to my fictional creation, Sherlock Holmes."
'There is one other thing,' the driver says.
"what is that?" Doyle asks.
'Your name.' the driver replies, 'is on the front of your suitcase.'
:) :) hahaha ... ha ha

Zipper Incident

This story about my funny experience. One morning, my brother and I rode with our father halfway to the office. When we got to the Pancoran area, which is my usual drop off zone, I got out and started to cross street to get on the bus when suddenly I heard a voice on a loudspeaker, "MBAK ...... MBAK ....!"
I looked around and saw a policeman beckoning to me. Well, OK, the Pancoran street is really wide. So, maybe he actually needed that loudspeaker. But why? What was wrong with me? Was it because I didn't use the zebra cross? I was so scared, but I came up to him and asked with an innocent face and in the gentlest voice I could produce, "Yes,sir?"
The Policeman said, "so you won't be embarrassed later ...." The loudspeaker was still on! His voice echoed through the whole street. Everyone instantly looked in our direction, even those standing far, far away from us. And then he continued, "You forgot to zip up your skirt." Luckily, he did not say the last sentence on the loudspeaker.

Of course I couldn't zip up my skirt under those watchful eyes, so I just covered its back with my big bag. Oh gosh! What a bad start!!

The Falling Fruits

Following a big fruit harvest in the area where I used to live, my parents brought home a lot of Duku, Jackfruit, and Rambutan. There were so many of them, we still had bags of fruits even after sharing them with neighbors. Having a date with a friend, I decided to bring her some. Carrying a plastic bag full of Duku, I got on the bus. As I did so, the plastic bag holding the Dukus broke open and the small round fruits rolled all over the street.

Silly me, instead of leaving them alone, I went to all the trouble of picking each and every Duku off the street. Oncoming cars had to stop and wait for me to collect the dukus. All the passengers were smiling broadly at my stupidity.