“2 Nuns - Logic and Maths”

NUNS ON THE RUN Two nuns went out of the convent to sell cookies. One of them is known as Sister Mathematical (SM) and the other one is known as Sister Logical (SL).

It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.

SL: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past half-hour?

SM: Yes, I wonder what he wants.

SL: It’s logical. He wants to rape us.

SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most. What can we do?

SL: The only logical thing to do of course is that we have to start walking faster.

SM: It is not working.

SL: Of course it is not working. The man did the only obvious thing to do. He started to walk faster too.

SM: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute.

SL: The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and I’ll go this way. He cannot follow both of us.

So the man decided to go after Sister Logical. Sister Mathematical arrives at the convent and is worried because Sister Logical has not yet arrived. Finally, Sister Logical arrives.

SM: Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell us what happened!

SL: The only logical thing happened. The man could not follow both of us, so he followed me.

SM: So, what happened? Please tell us.

SL: The only logical thing to happen. I started to run as fast as I could.

SM: So what happened?

SL: The only logical thing to happen. The man also started to run as fast as he could.

SM: And what else?

SL: The only logical thing to happen. He reached me.

SM: Oh, no! What did you do then?

SL: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up.

SM: Oh, Sister. What did the man do?

SL: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants.

SM: Oh, no! What happened then?

SL: Isn’t it logical, Sister? A nun with her dress up can run faster than a man with his pants down.

….Oh, and you thought it was a dirty joke…

Booyah Naked Jet Pilot!

Right now, I want to be like the naked jet pilot, but I'm not like the naked jet pilot. He has three blades on his razor and I have only two.

You know who I'm talking about? The naked jet pilot on the Gillette commercial? He's got a uniform and a plane and then — whoah! — it all disintegrates and suddenly he's standing naked on what looks like the set of KAUN BANEGA CROREPATI? tenderly caressing his face. That guy. The naked jet pilot.

What a guy! I mean, he's lost it all: his uniform, his plane. What's he got left? A razor. Not even a can of shaving cream. But you can't keep him down. There he sits, rubbing his face. At least he got a smooth shave! He's looking on the bright side. Booyah naked jet pilot!

There's something homoerotic about a naked man standing around fondling his face, but I don't think the naked jet pilot is gay. If he is gay, it's just because he's so heterosexual that he's spun the meter all the way around. He appears gay because he's hyper-heterosexual in a way the rest of us can't understand. That's assuming he's an air force pilot. If he's in the navy, he's probably gay.

Gay or straight, he sure likes that razor! And why not? It's got three blades on it. Three! Check out the computer animated close-up: that'll take the hair off your face! I mean, the commercial implies that this razor disintegrated a state-of-the-art jet aircraft! That's a pretty good razor! They should drop planeloads of these things on Iraq! Even if they didn't destroy the Iraqi ability to make war at least Saddam Hussein could finally rid himself of that five-o'clock shadow he always seems to have.

(Then again, maybe the razor isn't responsible for the guy's plane falling apart. Maybe his plane just routinely fell apart because he's IN iNDIAN AIRFORCE flying MIG-4)

Personally, I use the Gillette Sensor XL for my shaving needs. It can't destroy military equipment, but make no mistake — it's a mighty razor. The top of the line in its day. You see, it has two blades. That's one to shave your face and another one, I guess, just to have. Plus, it has some kind of patented goop strip.

Admittedly the MACH 3, the naked jet-fighter's razor, has a higher blade count, but I'm not planning to upgrade at this time. And I'll tell you why: first off, I'm sitting on a large Costco-size stockpile of Sensor XL blades. Secondly, although I don't consider myself a nervous flier, the fact that the MACH 3 may cause jet aircraft to suddenly disintegrate gives me pause. Thirdly, and most importantly, I'm holding out for the new, four-bladed Gillette product which must be just around the corner.

Won't that be something! Four blades! One to shave your face, one just to have, one to be like the naked jet pilot, and a spare! That'll give you a smooth shave, I bet. Like, you'll really want to stand around naked caressing your face after using that thing!

I'm sure Gillette's labs are working on it now. Still, they have to be careful. I mean, if a MACH 3 can rip off a jet pilot's clothes and blow up his airplane and still leave him with a smooth shave, imagine what four blades could do? The guy wouldn't be left with any skin! He'd just be a manly skeleton, standing around on the set of KAUN BANEGA CROREPATI?, smugly rubbing his mandible.

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Santa Singh was in the hospital, near death, so the family sent for his friend Banta. As Banta singh stood beside the bed, santa Singh’s frail condition grew worse, and he motioned frantically for something to write on. Banta singh lovingly handed him a pen and piece of paper, and Santa used his last ounce of strength to scribble a note. Then he died. Banta singh thought it best not to look at the note just then, so he slipped it into his jacket pocket. Several days later, at the funeral, Banta singh was visting Santa’s family. He realized that he was wearing the same jacket that he’d worn the day Santa died. “You know,” he said, “Santa handed me a note just before he died. I haven’t read it, but knowing Santa, I’m sure there’s a word of inspiration there for us all.” He unfolded the note and read aloud, “You’re standing on my oxygen tube!”

Logic
Zailsingh decided to write the MBA exam. He could understand every thing except for the LOGIC part. One day when he was reading, Rajiv came home.
Rajiv: Zailsinghji How is your MBA preparation?
Zail Singh: Every thing is fine, but I could not understand Logic.
Rajiv: Logic is very easy.
Zailsingh: Can you give me an example, so that I can understand.
Rajiv: OK. Do you have fish pot in your house?
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: Logically, there will be water in it.
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: Logically, there will be fish in it.
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: Logically, someone will be feeding the fish.
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: I take a guess that your wife will be feeding the fish.
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: so, logically, your are married.
Zail: YES.
Rajiv: So, that means U are a heterosexual.
Zailsingh was very glad and he understood logic. Next day he sees Butasingh and he was also preparing for MBA.
Zail: How is your MBA preparation?
Buta: Everything is fine except for the logic.
Zail: Oh, logic is easy.
Buta: Please, give me an example.
Zail: Do you have a fish pot in your house?
Buta: NO, I don’t.
Zail: Saala HOMO!!!


Santa Singh was walking on the road and paused to read the graffiti on the wall. It read “Padne waala gadha.”(one who reads it is an ass.) Santa Singh thought for an hour, erased it and wrote back,”Likhne waala gadha.”(One who wrote it is an ass).

Banta Singh was in court charged with parking his car in a restricted area. The judge asked him if he had anything to say in his defence. “They should not put up such misleading notices,”said Banta Singh.” It said , “FINE FOR PARKING HERE.”

A haryanavi peasant came to the office of The Hindustan Times to place an advertisement announcing his father’s death. “The rate is Rs. 360 per single col. cm,” the clerk told him. “Main to lut jaoonga - I ‘ll be ruined,” exclaimed the haryanavi. “My father was 182 cms tall.”