Joke of the day

Nawaz Sharif comes to Delhi for a meeting with Vajpayee. After dinner, Vajpayee says to Sharif: "Well, Nawaz, I don't know what you think of the members of your Cabinet, but mine are all bright and brilliant." "How do you know?" asks Nawaz. "Oh well, it's simple", says Atal. "They all have to take special tests before they can be a minister. Wait a second". He calls Advani over and says to him "Tell me Advaniji, who is the child of your father and of your mother who is not your brother and is not your sister?"

"Ah, that's simple", says Advani, "it is me!" "Well done Advani", says Vajpayee and Nawaz Sharif is very impressed. He returns to Islamabad and wonders about the intelligence of the members of his Cabinet. He calls in his favourite member of cabinet and asks: "Tell me, who is the child of your father and of your mother who is not your brother and is not your sister? " He thinks and thinks and doesn't know the answer. "Can I think about it a bit further Nawaz ? May I let you know tomorrow? "

"Of course", says Nawaz Sharif , "you've got 24 hours." He goes away, thinks as hard as he can, calls in his Cabinet Secretary, Chief Secretaries and Joint Secretaries, but no-one knows the answer. Twenty hours later, the member of Nawaz's cabinet is very worried still no answer and only 4 hours to go.

Eventually he says: "I'll ask Benazer, she's clever, she'll know the answer." He calls Benazer. "Benazir", he says, "tell me who is the child of your father and of your mother who is not your brother and is not your sister?"

"Very simple", says Benazir, "it's me!" "Of course" says the Cabinet member and rings Nawaz Sharif. "Nawaz", says he, "I've got the answer: it's Benazer Bhutto". "No, you idiot", says Nawaz Sharif, "it's Advani".

JOKE OF THE DAY

Bob went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under...you gotta help me, I'm going crazy!" "Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."

"How much do you charge?" "A hundred dollars per visit." "I'll sleep on it," said Bob. Six months later the doctor met Bob on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.

"For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars." "Is that so! How?" "He told me to cut the legs of the bed!"