Tuesday, April 19, 2011

why women walk behind men

Barbara Walters did a story on gender roles in Kabul, Afghanistan, several 
years before our involvement in the Afghan conflict. She noted that women 
customarily walked five paces behind their husbands.

She recently returned to Kabul, and observed that women still walk behind 
their husbands. Despite the overthrow of the oppressive Taliban regime, the 
women now seem to, and are happy to, maintain the old custom.

Ms. Walters approached one of the Afghani women and asked, "Why do you now 
seem happy with an old custom that you once tried so desperately to 
change?"

The woman looked Ms. Walters straight in the eyes, and without hesitation 
said, "Land Mines."

Always wear your glasses

Forgot my glasses ...
Yesterday my daughter asked why I didn't do something useful with my time.
She suggested I go down to the senior centre and hang out with the guys.
I did this and when I got home last night I told her that I had joined a
parachute club.

She said "Are you nuts? You're almost 75 years old and you're going to start
jumping out of airplanes?"

I proudly showed her that I even got a membership card.

She said to me, "You idiot, where are your glasses!
This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club!"

I'm in trouble again and don't know what to do!
I signed up for five jumps a week!

Life as a senior citizen is not
getting any easier.

Good friends...

Good friends say Do only Arrange Marriage

Better friends say Do whatever you like

But BEST FRIENDS say,Beta tu love kar, Arrange hum kara denge

Farm kid

A Texas farmer in his pickup, drove to a neighbor's, and knocked at the
door.
A boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is your Dad home?"
"No sir, he isn't; he went to town."
"Well, is your Mother here?"
"No sir, she went to town with Dad."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the
other, and mumbling to himself.
"Is there anything I can do for you? I know where all the tools are, if you
want to borrow one, or I can give dad a message."

"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your
Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'

The boy thought for a moment.
"You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the
bull and $50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."