<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:00:01.074-05:00</updated><category term='illness'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='lawyers'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='death'/><category term='ads'/><category term='nature'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='cops'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='smarty pants'/><category term='politics schmolitics'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='weight gain'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='family'/><category term='stuffed animals'/><category term='work'/><category term='men and women'/><category term='kids'/><category term='romance'/><category term='therapy'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='rednecks'/><category term='illegal aliens'/><category term='TV'/><category term='fathers and daughters'/><category term='advice'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='kids say the darnedest things'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='government'/><category term='poop'/><category term='indians'/><category term='cats'/><category term='Irish'/><category term='Italians'/><category term='moms'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='mottoes'/><category term='fire'/><category term='church'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='statistics'/><category term='love'/><category term='Wal-Mart'/><category term='woman&apos;s work'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='animals'/><category term='education'/><category term='technology'/><category term='babies'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='nutrition'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='flatulence'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='environment'/><category term='winter'/><category term='aging'/><category term='police'/><category term='sex'/><category term='charity'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='driving'/><category term='guns'/><category term='car'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Baltimore'/><category term='tricks'/><category term='recession'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='golf'/><category term='athletes'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='bad words'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='old people'/><category term='The South'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='words'/><category term='blonds'/><category term='food'/><category term='drunk idiots'/><category term='languages'/><category term='history'/><category term='religion'/><category term='men'/><category term='gambling'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='health'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='mardi gras'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>A Joke's a Joke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>267</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5116267788223467972</id><published>2010-06-07T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T07:26:15.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darnedest things'/><title type='text'>From the diary of a Pre-School Teacher:</title><content type='html'>My five-year old students are learning to read.? Yesterday one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,?"Look at this! It's a frickin' elephant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, then asked...."What did you call it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a frickin' elephant! It says so on the picture!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it does...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/TAzXMPQ8o5I/AAAAAAAACLo/-G973jXPZhw/s1600/Itsafric.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/TAzXMPQ8o5I/AAAAAAAACLo/-G973jXPZhw/s400/Itsafric.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A f r i c a n Elephant"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked on phonics! Ain't it wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5116267788223467972?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5116267788223467972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5116267788223467972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5116267788223467972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5116267788223467972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/06/from-diary-of-pre-school-teacher.html' title='From the diary of a Pre-School Teacher:'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/TAzXMPQ8o5I/AAAAAAAACLo/-G973jXPZhw/s72-c/Itsafric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1342133710178849930</id><published>2010-04-06T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T07:17:20.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Test Drive</title><content type='html'>Being bored and retired I took a Cadillac Escalade out for a test drive just to drive that sucker before they become extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman sat in the back seat describing the car and all its wonderful options.  The seats were of particular interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that the seats directed warm air to your butt in the winter and directed cool air to your butt in the summer heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stated the car must be a Republican car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking a bit angry, he asked why I thought it was a Republican car and I explained that if it were a Democrat car, the seats would blow smoke up your ass year-round. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I had to walk back to the dealership...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1342133710178849930?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1342133710178849930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1342133710178849930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1342133710178849930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1342133710178849930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/04/test-drive.html' title='Test Drive'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6829655705616416392</id><published>2010-03-10T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:24:00.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Without Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>If you are 30, or older, you might think this is hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot...BOTH ways… yadda, yadda, yadda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.  You've got it so easy!  I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet.  If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no email!!  We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen!   Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there!  Stamps were 10 cents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us.  As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes!  If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!  There were no CD players!  We had tape decks in our car.  We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless.  Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby!  Dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting!  If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD !!!  Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!!  And then there's TEXTING.  Yeah, right.  Please!  You kids have no idea how annoying you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was!  It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!!  You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics!  We had the Atari 2600!  With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'.  Your screen guy was a little square!  You actually had to use your imagination!!!  And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever!  And you could never win.  The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died!  Just like LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing!  You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!!  NO REMOTES!!!  Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning.  Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have microwaves.  If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove!  Imagine that!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long.  Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort.  And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And car seats - oh, please!   Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on.  If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!  That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten!  You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;The Over 30 Crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6829655705616416392?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6829655705616416392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6829655705616416392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6829655705616416392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6829655705616416392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/03/growing-up-without-cell-phones.html' title='Growing Up Without Cell Phones'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1037474430226750071</id><published>2010-03-09T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T05:45:00.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='statistics'/><title type='text'>Doctors vs Gunowners</title><content type='html'>Doctors&lt;br /&gt;(A) The number of physicians in the U.S. is 700,000.&lt;br /&gt;(B) Accidental deaths caused by Physicians per year are 120,000.&lt;br /&gt;(C) Accidental deaths per physician is 0.171.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics courtesy of U.S. Dept of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health and Human Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gun Owners&lt;br /&gt;(A) The number of gun owners in the U.S. is 80,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that's 80 million)&lt;br /&gt;(B) The number of accidental gun deaths per year, all age groups, is 1,500.&lt;br /&gt;(C) The number of accidental deaths per gun owner is .000188.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics courtesy of FBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, statistically, doctors are approximately 9,000 times more dangerous than gun owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, 'Guns don't kill people, doctors do..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACT: NOT EVERYONE HAS A GUN, BUT ALMOST EVERYONE HAS AT LEAST ONE DOCTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must ban doctors before this gets completely out of hand!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of concern for the public at large,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I withheld the statistics on Lawyers for fear the shock would cause people to panic and seek medical attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1037474430226750071?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1037474430226750071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1037474430226750071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1037474430226750071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1037474430226750071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/03/doctors-vs-gunowners.html' title='Doctors vs Gunowners'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5455891539263325600</id><published>2010-03-07T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:29:08.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Do You Feel Safe</title><content type='html'>How good is our government?  A local talk radio host, Ed Henley on 700AM radio, was talking about how yesterday, he decided he would make some calls to Washington DC to see if our government was prepared for the storm (not like they didn’t have any warning).  First he called the HQ for Homeland Security.  Guess what!  The phone rang for 3 minutes and no one answered (he recorded the calls he made all day long by the way).  He called back and someone did answer to tell him no one was there it was closed because of the weather.  Homeland Security HQ was down?  No phone call forwarding?  No answering system in place?  No contingency plan for this type of situation?  I feel safe now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ed decides to contact FEMA.  Ed has a daughter in DC and thought, "suppose she was snowed in without power?"  What was she to do?  Now,... ALL of FEMA is in Washington DC , all 3,700 folks making up the organization.  And FEMA is Federal EMERGENCY Management Assistance?  Well, their offices were closed, they were without power (no backup generators?).  His call was forwarded to a switchboard in VIRGINIA .  The switchboard operator said the offices were closed because of the storm and loss of power and all she knew was the governor of Washington DC would have to declare a state of emergency and ask the President for help.  What is wrong with this picture?....(hint,... What is the state that Washington DC is located in?).  That’s right!, they aren't in a state,... They don’t have a governor.  He is then transferred to the disaster relief group and is told the same.  All Washington government offices are closed because of the blizzard?  So the government branch responsible for handling disasters and preparedness is incapable of doing their job when a blizzard hits DC? But it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed then wonders if all businesses are closed.  So he finds a Holiday Inn 3 blocks from the capital building and calls.  Guess what!  Not only are they open, their restaurant is open and serving full meals.  They have a full staff on duty including maid service.  And the FEMA folks are staying there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,..... In case of Emergency, the government can’t function but the Holiday Inn can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5455891539263325600?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5455891539263325600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5455891539263325600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5455891539263325600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5455891539263325600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-feel-saf.html' title='Do You Feel Safe'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8277963581859919328</id><published>2010-02-25T14:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:19:36.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Desert Humor</title><content type='html'>A fleeing Taliban, desperate for water, was plodding through the Afghan desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he hurried toward the oasis, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand, selling ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban asked, "Do you have water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewish man replied, "I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie? They are only $5."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taliban shouted, Idiot! I do not need an over-priced tie. I need water! I should kill you, but I must find water first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK," said the old Jewish man, "It does not matter that you do not want to buy a tie and that you hate me. I will show you that I am bigger than that.  If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you will find a lovely restaurant. It has all the ice cold water you need. Shalom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing, the Taliban staggered away over the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later he staggered back, almost dead &amp; said........"Your brother won't let me in without a tie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8277963581859919328?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8277963581859919328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8277963581859919328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8277963581859919328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8277963581859919328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/02/desert-humor.html' title='Desert Humor'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7588374609403326762</id><published>2010-02-22T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:24:41.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Growing Up Without Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>If you are 30, or older, you might think this is hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot...BOTH ways… yadda, yadda, yadda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.  You've got it so easy!  I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!   &lt;br /&gt;And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet.  If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no email!!  We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen!   Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there!  Stamps were 10 cents! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us.  As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes!  If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up!  There were no CD players!  We had tape decks in our car.  We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless.  Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby!  Dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting!  If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD !!!  Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!!  And then there's TEXTING.  Yeah, right.  Please!  You kids have no idea how annoying you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was!  It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!!  You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics!  We had the Atari 2600!  With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'.  Your screen guy was a little square!  You actually had to use your imagination!!!  And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever!  And you could never win.  The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died!  Just like LIFE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing!  You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!!  NO REMOTES!!!  Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning.  Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't have microwaves.  If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove!  Imagine that!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long.  Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort.  And if you came back inside... you were doing chores!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And car seats - oh, please!   Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on.  If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!  That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten!  You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;The Over 30 Crowd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7588374609403326762?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7588374609403326762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7588374609403326762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7588374609403326762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7588374609403326762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/02/growing-up-without-cell-phones.html' title='Growing Up Without Cell Phones'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-624662336718267569</id><published>2010-02-19T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:45:00.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Power Outage</title><content type='html'>At my recent assault trial, I offered a plea of "Guilty with an explanation." The judge asked me what my explanation was, so I told my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Honor," I said, "I had a mammogram appointment, which I actually kept. I was met with: 'Hi! I'm Belinda!' This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, 'All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?' I'm thinking, Belinda, try decaf.&lt;br /&gt;This ain't rocket science. Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors. With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, 'Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fine', I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other breast wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete darkness and the power went off! 'Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.' Belinda said, and headed for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone are you?' I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Belinda kept going and said, 'Oh, you fussy puppy...the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right back.' Before I could shout 'NOOOO!' she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging polite 'Hi, how's it going' type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible 'Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You bet, take care' Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, 'Oh I am sooo sorry!' The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Are we upset?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge could hardly contain her laughter as she said 'Case Dismissed!!'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-624662336718267569?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/624662336718267569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=624662336718267569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/624662336718267569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/624662336718267569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-outage.html' title='Power Outage'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8736187932459284653</id><published>2010-02-17T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:32:55.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Heaviest Element Yet Known to Science Discovered</title><content type='html'>February 15, 2010 - 14:09 ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory in California has now identified with certainty the heaviest element known to science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new element, Pelosium (PL), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelosium is inert, and has no charge and no magnetism. Nevertheless, it can be detected because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Pelosium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelosium has a normal half-life of 2 years. It does not decay, but instead undergoes a biennial reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelosium mass will increase over time, since each reorganization will promote many morons to become isodopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Pelosium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When catalyzed with money, Pelosium becomes Senatorium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Pelosium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8736187932459284653?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8736187932459284653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8736187932459284653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8736187932459284653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8736187932459284653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/02/heaviest-element-yet-known-to-science.html' title='Heaviest Element Yet Known to Science Discovered'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3819075831320891382</id><published>2010-01-26T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:39:42.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Learned To Mind My Own Business</title><content type='html'>I was walking past the mental hospital the other day and all the patients were shouting, '13....13.....13.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence was too high to see over, but I saw a little gap in the planks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked through to see what was going on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some bastard poked me in the eye with a stick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all started shouting '14.....14....14....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3819075831320891382?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3819075831320891382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3819075831320891382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3819075831320891382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3819075831320891382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-i-learned-to-mind-my-own-business.html' title='How I Learned To Mind My Own Business'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8447663215020302885</id><published>2010-01-20T12:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:47:20.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darnedest things'/><title type='text'>Why God Made Moms</title><content type='html'>Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;br /&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring..&lt;br /&gt;3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ingredients are mothers made of?&lt;br /&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.&lt;br /&gt;2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. We're related.&lt;br /&gt;2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's mom like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a little girl was your mom?&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she used to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before she married him?&lt;br /&gt;1. His last name.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?&lt;br /&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did your mom marry your dad?&lt;br /&gt;1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my mom eats a lot&lt;br /&gt;2. She got too old to do anything else with him.&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandma says that mom didn't have her thinking cap on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the boss at your house?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I guess mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between moms and dads?&lt;br /&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.&lt;br /&gt;2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mom do in her spare time?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare time.&lt;br /&gt;2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;br /&gt;1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8447663215020302885?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8447663215020302885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8447663215020302885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8447663215020302885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8447663215020302885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-god-made-moms.html' title='Why God Made Moms'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8923725185311223252</id><published>2010-01-16T14:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:33:19.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>A lady walks into Tiffany's. She looks around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she bends over to look more closely, she &amp;nbsp;unexpectedly farts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone noticed her little whoops and prays that a salesperson was not anywhere near. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As she turns around, her worst nightmare materializes in the form of a salesman standing right behind her. Good looking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool as a cucumber, he displays all of the qualities one would expect of a professional in a store like Tiffany's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He politely greets the lady with, "Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blushing &amp;amp; uncomfortable, but still hoping that the salesman somehow missed her little incident, she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answers, "Madam, if you farted just looking at it - you're going to shit when I tell you the price."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8923725185311223252?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8923725185311223252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8923725185311223252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8923725185311223252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8923725185311223252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/tiffanys.html' title='Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8472101132308522476</id><published>2010-01-14T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:44:18.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, Father, it is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And who was the girl you were with?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later, so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I cannot say.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll never tell.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Was it Nina Capelli?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Was it Cathy Piriano?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My lips are sealed.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest sighs in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that. But you've sinned and have to atone. You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months. Now you go and behave yourself.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey walks back to his pew, and his friend Franco slides over and whispers, 'What'd you get?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Four months vacation and five good leads.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8472101132308522476?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8472101132308522476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8472101132308522476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8472101132308522476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8472101132308522476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8314517584927125606</id><published>2010-01-11T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:41:43.433-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='athletes'/><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I've Gone This Long Without A Tiger Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;color:black;"  &gt;Tiger Woods has now teamed up with Pfizer drug company to create a new male enhancement product- Tiagra. It's good for 18 holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8314517584927125606?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8314517584927125606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8314517584927125606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8314517584927125606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8314517584927125606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-ive-gone-this-long.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I&apos;ve Gone This Long Without A Tiger Joke'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4466207157127960925</id><published>2009-12-18T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T09:16:00.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:    Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;TO:         All Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE:    October 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:       Gala Christmas Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to inform you that the company Christmas Party will take place on December 23rd, starting at noon in the private function room at the Grill House. There will be a cash bar and plenty of drinks!  We'll have a small band playing traditional carols... feel free to sing along.  And don't be surprised if our CEO shows up dressed as Santa Claus! A Christmas tree will be lit at 1:00 PM.  Exchanges of gifts among employees can be done at that time; however, no gift should be over $10.00 to make the giving of gifts easy for everyone's pockets.  This gathering is only for employees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our CEO will make a special announcement at that time!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:    Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;TO:         All Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE:    October 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:       Gala Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way was yesterday's memo intended to exclude our Jewish employees.  We recognize that  Hanukkah is an important holiday, which often coincides with Christmas, though unfortunately not this year.  However, from now on,  we're calling it our "Holiday Party."  The same policy applies to any other employees who are not Christians and to those still celebrating Reconciliation Day.  There will be no Christmas tree and no Christmas carols will be sung.  We will have other types of music for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you and your family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:   Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;TO:        All Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE:   October 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:        Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the note I received from a member of Alcoholics Anonymous requesting a non-drinking table, you didn't sign your name.  I'm happy to accommodate this request, but if I put a sign on a table that  reads, "AA Only", you wouldn't be anonymous anymore..  How am I supposed to handle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry, but forget about the gift exchange, no gifts are allowed since the union members feel that $10.00 is too much money and the executives believe $10.00 is a little chintzy.&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER: NO GIFTS EXCHANGE WILL BE  ALLOWED..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:  Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;To:        All Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE:   October 4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:        Generic Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;What a diverse group we are!  I had no idea that December 20th begins the Muslim holy month of Ramadan, which forbids eating and drinking during daylight hours..  There goes the party!  Seriously, we can appreciate how a luncheon at this time of year does not accommodate our Muslim employees' beliefs.  Perhaps the Grill House can hold off on serving your meal until the end of the party or else package everything for you to take it home in little foil doggy baggy.  Will that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've arranged for members of Weight Watchers to sit farthest from the dessert buffet, and pregnant women will get the table closest to the restrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gays are allowed to sit with each other.  Lesbians do not have to sit with Gay men, each group will have their own table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there will be flower arrangement for the Gay men's table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person asking permission to cross dress, the Grill House asks that no cross-dressing be allowed, apparently because of concerns about confusion in the restrooms.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have booster seats for short people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low-fat food will be available for those on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to report that we cannot control the amount of salt used in the food .  The Grill House suggests that people with high blood pressure taste a bite first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be fresh "low sugar" fruits as dessert for diabetics, but the restaurant cannot supply "no sugar" desserts. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss anything?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company  Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:   Patty Lewis, Human Resources Director&lt;br /&gt;TO:         All F*%^ing Employees&lt;br /&gt;DATE:    October  5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE:         The F*%^ing Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with you vegetarian pricks!!!  We're going to keep this party at the Grill House whether you like it or not, so you can sit quietly at the table furthest from the "grill of death," as you so quaintly put it, and you'll get your f*%^ing salad bar, including organic tomatoes.  But you know, tomatoes have feelings, too..  They scream when you slice them.  I've heard them scream.  I'm hearing them scream right NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of you f*%^ing wierdos can kiss my *ss.  I hope you all have a rotten holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive drunk and die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B*tch from H*ll!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company Memo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM:  Joan Bishop, Acting Human Resources  Director&lt;br /&gt;DATE:  October  6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;RE:    Patty Lewis and Holiday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I speak for all of us in wishing Patty Lewis a speedy recovery and I'll continue to forward your cards to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, management has decided to cancel our Holiday Party and give everyone the afternoon of the 23rd off with full pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4466207157127960925?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4466207157127960925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4466207157127960925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4466207157127960925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4466207157127960925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-holiday-party.html' title='Christmas Holiday Party'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1710329443064417589</id><published>2009-12-17T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:12:00.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Message About Growing Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=12597f967b81584d&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" border="0" height="426" width="546" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0in 1.5pt; width: 596.25pt;" width="994"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#993366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 20pt; color: maroon;"&gt;Crap  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#7f0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#7f0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt; I forgot what it was....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1710329443064417589?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1710329443064417589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1710329443064417589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1710329443064417589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1710329443064417589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-message-about-growing-old.html' title='A Beautiful Message About Growing Old'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-789484782738510810</id><published>2009-12-16T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:39:00.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels Explained By Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-Gregory, age 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget why, but scientists are working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-Olive, age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through.. And then you got to agree to wear those angel  clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-Matthew, age 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels work for God and watch over kids when God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; has to go do something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mitchell, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(213, 74, 160);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Henry, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Jack, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 13, 174);"&gt; to heaven. The main subject is where you went wrong before you got dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 13, 174);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(199, 96, 46);"&gt;When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when he lets out his breath again,  somewhere there's a tornado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Reagan, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; If you lose a tooth, an angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow. Then when it gets cold, angels go south for the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sara, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);"&gt; son, who's a very good carpenter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jared, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;All angels are girls because they gotta wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; dresses and boys didn't go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Antonio, age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; a big head start on helping me while she was still down here on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ashley ~ age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some of the angels are in charge of helping healsick animals and pets. And if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 64);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 64);"&gt;they don't make the animals get better, they help the child get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 64);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 64);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 64);"&gt;-Vicki, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-789484782738510810?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/789484782738510810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=789484782738510810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/789484782738510810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/789484782738510810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-explained-by-children.html' title='Angels Explained By Children'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7689836762135907848</id><published>2009-12-15T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:37:00.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>The liberals are asking us to give Obama time.&lt;br /&gt;We agree and think 25 to life would be appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;America needs Obamacare like Nancy Pelosi needs a Halloween mask.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: Have you heard about McDonalds new Obama Value Meal?&lt;br /&gt;A: Order anything you like and the guy behind you has to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does Barack Obama call lunch with a convicted felon?&lt;br /&gt;A: A fund raiser.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between Obama's cabinet and a penitentiary?&lt;br /&gt;A: One is filled with tax evaders, blackmailers and threats to society.&lt;br /&gt;   The other is for housing prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If Pelosi, Reid, Kerry and Obama were on a boat in the middle of the ocean and it sank, who would be saved?... America !&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If Nancy Pelosi has her face lifted one more time she'll have a beard!&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the difference between Obama and his dog, Bo?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bo has papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7689836762135907848?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7689836762135907848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7689836762135907848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7689836762135907848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7689836762135907848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4818601835212045078</id><published>2009-12-14T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:44:00.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><title type='text'>Male Vs Female at the ATM</title><content type='html'>A new sign in the Bank Lobby reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please note that this Bank is installing new Drive-through ATM machines enabling customers to withdraw cash without leaving their vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customers using this new facility are requested to use the procedures outlined below when accessing their accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of careful research, MALE &amp; FEMALE Procedures have been developed. Please follow the Appropriate steps for your gender."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* *********&lt;br /&gt;MALE PROCEDURE:&lt;br /&gt;1 Drive up to the cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;2 Put down your car window.&lt;br /&gt;3 Insert card into machine and enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;4 Enter amount of cash required and withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;5 Retrieve card, cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;6 Put window up.&lt;br /&gt;7 Drive off.&lt;br /&gt;************ ********* ********* *&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE PROCEDURE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive up to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Reverse and back up the required amount to align car window with the machine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Set parking brake, put the window down.&lt;br /&gt;4. Find handbag, remove all contents on to passenger seat to locate card.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell person on cell phone you will call them back and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;6. Attempt to insert card into machine.&lt;br /&gt;7. Open car door to allow easier access to machine due to its excessive distance from the car.&lt;br /&gt;8. Insert card.&lt;br /&gt;9. Re-insert card the right way.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dig through handbag to find diary with your PIN written on the inside back page.&lt;br /&gt;11. Enter PIN.&lt;br /&gt;12. Press cancel and re-enter correct PIN.&lt;br /&gt;13. Enter amount of cash required.&lt;br /&gt;14. Check makeup in rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;15. Retrieve cash and receipt.&lt;br /&gt;16. Empty handbag again to locate wallet and place cash inside.&lt;br /&gt;17. Write debit amount in check register and place receipt in back of checkbook.&lt;br /&gt;18. Re-check makeup.&lt;br /&gt;19. Drive forward 2 feet.&lt;br /&gt;20. Reverse back to cash machine.&lt;br /&gt;21. Retrieve card.&lt;br /&gt;22. Re-empty hand bag, locate card holder, and place card into the slot provided!&lt;br /&gt;23 Give dirty look to irate male driver waiting behind you.&lt;br /&gt;24. Restart stalled engine and pull off.&lt;br /&gt;25. Redial person on cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;26. Drive for 2 to 3 miles.&lt;br /&gt;27. Release Parking Brake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4818601835212045078?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4818601835212045078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4818601835212045078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4818601835212045078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4818601835212045078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/male-vs-female-at-atm.html' title='Male Vs Female at the ATM'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-2606687780078815966</id><published>2009-12-12T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:45:00.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boobs'/><title type='text'>Need a Last Minute Gift?</title><content type='html'>Are you unnoticed?  Get a new scarf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sit unnoticed on the sidelines while others are picked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the latest scarf fashion and you too will be the center of attention........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SyAamDOpgxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/NalGGFhizYY/s1600-h/boob+scarf.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SyAamDOpgxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/NalGGFhizYY/s400/boob+scarf.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413355993103434514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2606687780078815966?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2606687780078815966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2606687780078815966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2606687780078815966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2606687780078815966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-last-minute-gift.html' title='Need a Last Minute Gift?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SyAamDOpgxI/AAAAAAAAB8E/NalGGFhizYY/s72-c/boob+scarf.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6291581368500921817</id><published>2009-12-10T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:22:00.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Santa's Reindeer</title><content type='html'>According to the Alaska Department of Fish and Game, while both male and female reindeer grow antlers in the summer each year, male reindeer drop their antlers at the beginning of winter, usually late November to mid-December.   Female reindeer retain their antlers till after they give birth in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, according to EVERY historical rendition depicting Santa's reindeer, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM, from Rudolph to Blitzen, had to be a 'girl'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we should've known…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY women would be able to drag a fat-ass man in a red velvet suit all around the world in one night and not get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6291581368500921817?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6291581368500921817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6291581368500921817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6291581368500921817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6291581368500921817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-reindeer.html' title='Santa&apos;s Reindeer'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7284545884183807338</id><published>2009-12-09T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:19:00.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Biscuits</title><content type='html'>When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults - and choosing to celebrate each others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to accept the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life, so that you will be able to have a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7284545884183807338?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7284545884183807338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7284545884183807338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7284545884183807338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7284545884183807338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/burnt-biscuits.html' title='Burnt Biscuits'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5138913182475432242</id><published>2009-12-08T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:07:00.279-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decorations</title><content type='html'>Well, there is good news and bad news about my Christmas decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I truly outdid myself this year. The bad news is that I had to take them down after only two days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down. First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by. Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the ladder and almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). She was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made him too real this time. But it was fun while it lasted. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sx23LVbZCyI/AAAAAAAAB70/aXJtcTtW_UE/s1600-h/christmas+dangler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sx23LVbZCyI/AAAAAAAAB70/aXJtcTtW_UE/s400/christmas+dangler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412683732527680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5138913182475432242?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5138913182475432242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5138913182475432242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5138913182475432242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5138913182475432242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-decorations.html' title='Christmas Decorations'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sx23LVbZCyI/AAAAAAAAB70/aXJtcTtW_UE/s72-c/christmas+dangler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5395160257944380269</id><published>2009-12-07T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:05:04.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Email Alert</title><content type='html'>If you receive an email from &lt;br /&gt;the Department of Health telling &lt;br /&gt;you not to eat canned pork&lt;br /&gt;because of swine flu.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just Spam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5395160257944380269?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5395160257944380269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5395160257944380269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5395160257944380269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5395160257944380269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/email-alert.html' title='Email Alert'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8957537543341777752</id><published>2009-11-23T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:49:00.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Making A Baby</title><content type='html'>The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bathtub, living room floor?  No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith leaned forward.  'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh....equipment?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's true, Ma'am, yes. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tripod?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Smith fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8957537543341777752?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8957537543341777752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8957537543341777752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8957537543341777752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8957537543341777752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-baby.html' title='Making A Baby'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7079407933483014074</id><published>2009-11-18T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:48:00.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffed animals'/><title type='text'>Elmo</title><content type='html'>There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at 8:45 am there is a knock at the personnel manager's door. The foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personnel manager decides to see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The personnel manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7079407933483014074?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7079407933483014074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7079407933483014074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7079407933483014074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7079407933483014074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/elmo.html' title='Elmo'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5410870928899308863</id><published>2009-11-17T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:11:23.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Baptist Cowboy</title><content type='html'>A cowboy, who just moved to Wyoming from Texas , walks into a bar and orders three mugs of Bud. He sits in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finishes them, he comes back to the bar and orders three more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender approaches and tells the cowboy, "You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy replies, "Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona, the other is in Colorado.  When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we'd drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So I'm drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender admits that this is a nice custom, and leaves it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy becomes a regular in the bar, and always drinks the same way. He orders three mugs and drinks them in turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he comes in and only orders two mugs. All the regulars take notice and fall silent. When he comes back to the bar for the second round, the bartender says, "I don't want to intrude on your grief, but I wanted to offer my condolences on your loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cowboy looks quite puzzled for a moment, then a light dawns in his eyes and he laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, everybody's just fine," he explains, "It's just that my wife and I joined the Baptist Church and I had to quit drinking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hasn't affected my brothers though."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5410870928899308863?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5410870928899308863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5410870928899308863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5410870928899308863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5410870928899308863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/baptist-cowboy.html' title='Baptist Cowboy'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1157442227085606732</id><published>2009-11-10T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:48:53.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts of the Day</title><content type='html'>1) Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I disagree with Kay Jewelers. 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By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND "TENJOOBERRYMUDS"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to continue getting-by in America (our home land), we all need to learn the NEW English language! Practice by reading the following conversation until you are able to understand the term "TENJOOBERRYMUDS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little patience, you'll be able to fit right in.Now, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a telephone exchange between maybe you as a hotel guest and call room-service somewhere in the good old USA today......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service : "Morrin. Roon sirbees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest : "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: " Rye. Roon sirbees...morrin! Joowish to oddor sunteen???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Uh..... Yes, I'd like to order bacon and eggs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow July den?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: ".....What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow July den?!?... pryed, boyud, poochd?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry.. scrambled, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Crisp will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room Service: "An toes. July Sahn toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I... don't think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "No? Judo wan sahn toes???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Toes! Toes!...Why Joo don Juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Oh, English muffin!!! I've got it! You were saying 'toast'... Fine...Yes, an English muffin will be fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "We bodder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "No, just put the bodder on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Wad?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "I mean butter... just put the butter on the side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Copy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Copy...tea..meel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Yes. Coffee, please... and that's everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin, we bodder on sigh and copy ... rye??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "Whatever you say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RoomService: "Tenjooberrymuds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guest: "You're welcome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said "By the time you read through this YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 'TENJOOBERRYMUDS' ".....and you do, don't you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2893050489526563411?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2893050489526563411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2893050489526563411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2893050489526563411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2893050489526563411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/tenjooberrymuds.html' title='TENJOOBERRYMUDS'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3152212300924391209</id><published>2009-10-06T17:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:38:12.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><title type='text'>Take The Time To Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on the image below to blow it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Ssu4hydUcnI/AAAAAAAAB24/vlbrVSqCekI/s1600-h/Take+Time+To+Learn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Ssu4hydUcnI/AAAAAAAAB24/vlbrVSqCekI/s400/Take+Time+To+Learn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389604269698871922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3152212300924391209?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3152212300924391209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3152212300924391209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3152212300924391209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3152212300924391209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-time-to-learn.html' title='Take The Time To Learn'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Ssu4hydUcnI/AAAAAAAAB24/vlbrVSqCekI/s72-c/Take+Time+To+Learn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5621103304913651398</id><published>2009-10-03T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:00:29.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><title type='text'>Seven Kinds of Sex</title><content type='html'>The 1st kind of sex is called... Smurf Sex.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you have sex until you are blue in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd kind of sex is called ... Kitchen Sex.&lt;br /&gt;This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so needy you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd kind of sex is called .... Bedroom Sex.&lt;br /&gt;This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th kind of sex is called ... Hallway Sex.&lt;br /&gt;This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say 'F**k You.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th kind of sex is called ... Religious Sex.&lt;br /&gt;Which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. (Very Popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th kind is called .... Courtroom Sex.&lt;br /&gt;This is when you cannot stand your wife any more. She takes you to court and screws you in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last ... but not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7th kind of sex is called .... Social Security Sex.&lt;br /&gt;You get a little each month, but not enough to really enjoy yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5621103304913651398?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5621103304913651398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5621103304913651398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5621103304913651398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5621103304913651398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/seven-kinds-of-sex.html' title='Seven Kinds of Sex'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8285124260075511831</id><published>2009-10-02T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:00:39.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Biopsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;The phone rings and the lady of the house answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Mrs. Sanders, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Speaking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Mrs. Sanders, this is Dr. Jones at the hospital laboratory. When your husband's doctor sent his biopsy to the lab last week, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well. We are now uncertain which one belongs to your husband. Frankly, either way the results are not too good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"What do you mean?" Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for &lt;span&gt;HIV&lt;/span&gt;. We can't tell which is which."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"That's dreadful! Can you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Sanders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"Normally we can, but the &lt;span&gt;new health care&lt;/span&gt; system will only pay for these expensive tests one time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;'Well, what am I supposed to do now? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"The folks at Obama health care recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8285124260075511831?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8285124260075511831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8285124260075511831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8285124260075511831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8285124260075511831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/biopsy.html' title='Biopsy'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5935191880332267781</id><published>2009-09-23T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:57:13.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Inspirational Thought for the Day</title><content type='html'>This little guy is called the Naked Mole Rat and is from north Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SrpTBvRWTqI/AAAAAAAAB1g/5YKoTeKEssY/s1600-h/naked+mole+rat+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SrpTBvRWTqI/AAAAAAAAB1g/5YKoTeKEssY/s400/naked+mole+rat+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384707593809055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SrpTB2pRFeI/AAAAAAAAB1o/9LL-zN3y3Vs/s1600-h/naked+mole+rat+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SrpTB2pRFeI/AAAAAAAAB1o/9LL-zN3y3Vs/s400/naked+mole+rat+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384707595788424674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're having a bad day and feeling sorry for yourself, just remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could look like a dick with buck teeth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5935191880332267781?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5935191880332267781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5935191880332267781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5935191880332267781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5935191880332267781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspirational-thought-for-day.html' title='Inspirational Thought for the Day'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SrpTBvRWTqI/AAAAAAAAB1g/5YKoTeKEssY/s72-c/naked+mole+rat+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-342415683702245394</id><published>2009-09-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:12:07.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Health Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A politician was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when he turned to her and said, 'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the politician, 'What would you like to talk about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I don't know,' said the politician. 'How about fixing our country’s health care system?' and he smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, ' she said. 'That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass - . Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politician, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss fixing our country’s health care system when you don't know shit?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-342415683702245394?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/342415683702245394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=342415683702245394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/342415683702245394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/342415683702245394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/health-care.html' title='Health Care'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6558275936827538787</id><published>2009-09-14T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:10:13.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Dead Duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon.  As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment or two, the vet shook his head sadly and said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I am sure. The duck is dead," replied the vet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you be so sure?" she protested.  "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything.  He might just be in a coma or something."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room.  He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom.  He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.  The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he returned with a cat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot.  The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill.  "$250?" she cried, "$250 just to tell me my duck is dead?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry.  If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $250."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6558275936827538787?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6558275936827538787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6558275936827538787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6558275936827538787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6558275936827538787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/dead-duck.html' title='Dead Duck'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7673438241762241109</id><published>2009-09-12T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:04:35.977-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Can You Crack The Code?</title><content type='html'>After a president has been in office for 6 months it is customary for the last president to send a note of congratulations to the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday when the note came from Bush to Obama, the President was somewhat troubled because it was written in code and all it said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;370H-SSV-0773H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This troubled him as he had always heard from his peers how former President Bush was perceived to have been "scholarly challenged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called all of their contacts in the media and sent copies of the note to all of them, and not one was able to come up with an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special emergency meeting was called by the staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All branches of the military, CIA and  FBI were called in and the best minds were unable crack the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a sleepless night, a now humbled president picked up the phone and called the former president and asked him the meaning of the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush chuckled and replied: "Dude ... You're holding it upside down!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7673438241762241109?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7673438241762241109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7673438241762241109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7673438241762241109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7673438241762241109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-you-crack-code.html' title='Can You Crack The Code?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3062688780183417141</id><published>2009-09-09T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T07:30:01.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darnedest things'/><title type='text'>Why We Love Our Children</title><content type='html'>NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, 'Mom, that lady isn't wearing a seat belt!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPINIONS&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KETCHUP&lt;br /&gt;A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone.. 'Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, 'What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE # 1&lt;br /&gt;While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, 'Are you a cop? Yes,' I answered and continued writing the report. My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?' 'Yes, that's right,' I told her. 'Well, then,' she said as she extended her foot toward me, 'would you please tie my shoe?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLICE # 2&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. 'Is that a dog you got back there?' he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It sure is,' I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, 'What'd he do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY&lt;br /&gt;While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by t he various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, 'The tooth fairy will never believe this!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESS-UP&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, 'Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And why not, darling?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH&lt;br /&gt;While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: 'Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.'?(I want this line used at my funeral!)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had just finished her first week of school. 'I'm just wasting my time,' she said to her mother. 'I can't read, I can't write, and they won't let me talk!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What have you got there, dear?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3062688780183417141?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3062688780183417141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3062688780183417141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3062688780183417141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3062688780183417141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-we-love-our-children.html' title='Why We Love Our Children'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1650106366484306992</id><published>2009-09-08T13:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:26:58.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Nursing Home Sex</title><content type='html'>Harold is 95 and lives in a Senior Citizen Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night after dinner, Harold goes to a secluded garden behind the Centre to sit and ponder his accomplishments and long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening, Mildred, age 87, wanders into the garden. They begin to chat and before they know it, several hours have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short lull in their conversation, Harold turns to Mildred and asks, 'Do you know what I miss most of all?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, 'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sex!!' he replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred exclaims, 'Why you old fart. You couldn't get it up if I held a gun to your head!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I know,' Harold says, 'but it would be nice if a woman could just hold it for a while.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can oblige,' says Mildred, who unzips his trousers, removes his manhood and proceeds to hold it. Afterward, they agree to meet secretly each night in the garden where they would sit and talk and Mildred would hold Harold's manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night Harold didn't show up at their usual meeting place. Alarmed, Mildred decided to find Harold and make sure he was O.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked around the Senior Citizen Home where she found him sitting by the pool with Ethel, another female resident, who was holding Harold's manhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious, Mildred yelled, 'You two-timing creep! What does Ethel have that I don't have?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Harold smiled happily and replied, 'Parkinson's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1650106366484306992?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1650106366484306992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1650106366484306992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1650106366484306992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1650106366484306992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/nursing-home-sex.html' title='Nursing Home Sex'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7659966735168103815</id><published>2009-09-07T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:02:34.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rednecks'/><title type='text'>Mark Goes Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; liked the old swimming hole but    was never able to attract the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to ask his friend    Billy-Bob for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's those big ol' baggy swimmin' trunks that    make you look like an old fool....They' re years outta style. Your best bet is    to grab yourself a pair of them Speedos - about two sizes too little and drop    a fist-sized tater down inside them. I'm telling ya man...you'll have all the    babes ya want!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend, &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hits the swimming hole with his    spanking new tight Speedos and his fist-sized potato. Everybody at the    swimming hole was disgusted as he walked by, covering their faces, turning    away, laughing, looking sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went back to his buddy Billy-Bob    and asked him, "What's wrong now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord-Almighty &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" said Billy-Bob, "the    tater goes in the front!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7659966735168103815?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7659966735168103815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7659966735168103815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7659966735168103815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7659966735168103815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/mark-goes-swimming.html' title='Mark Goes Swimming'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3756705606476951549</id><published>2009-08-27T13:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:07:34.421-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>That's When The Fight Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire  while we were in bed, I turned to her and said,  'Do you want to have sex?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  then said, 'Is that your final answer?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when the fight started....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3756705606476951549?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3756705606476951549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3756705606476951549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3756705606476951549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3756705606476951549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/thats-when-fight-started.html' title='That&apos;s When The Fight Started'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7509078232430584858</id><published>2009-08-15T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T05:46:02.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Curtain Rods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the first day, she sadly packed her belongings into boxes, crates and suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, she had the movers come and collect her things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she sat down for the last time at their beautiful dining-room table by candle-light; she put on some soft background music, and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar, and a bottle of spring-water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she'd finished, she went into each and every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimps dipped in caviar into the hollow centre of the curtain rods. She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, the husband came back with his new girlfriend, and at first all was bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, slowly, the house began to smell.They tried everything; cleaning,  mopping, and airing-out the place. Vents were checked for dead rodents, and carpets were steam cleaned. Air fresheners were hung everywhere.  Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which time  the two had to move out for a  few days, and in the end they even paid to replace the expensive wool  carpeting. Nothing worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People stopped coming over to visit. Repairmen refused to work in the  house. The maid quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they couldn't take the stench any longer, and decided they  had to move, but a month later - even though they'd cut their price in half - they couldn't find a buyer for such a stinky house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word got out, and eventually even the local realtors refused to return their calls. Finally, unable to wait any longer for a purchaser, they had  to borrow  a huge sum of money from the bank to purchase a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ex-wife called the man and asked how things were going. He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened politely and said that she missed her old home terribly and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for having the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Knowing she could have no idea how bad the smell really was, he agreed on a price that was only 1/10th of what the house had been worth...but only if she would sign the papers that very day. She agreed, and within two hours his lawyers delivered the completed paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later the man and his girlfriend stood smiling as they watched  the moving company pack everything to take to their new home........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to spite the ex-wife, they even took the curtain rods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7509078232430584858?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7509078232430584858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7509078232430584858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7509078232430584858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7509078232430584858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/curtain-rods.html' title='Curtain Rods'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4507354386465642349</id><published>2009-08-14T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:39:00.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>New Ice Cream Flavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1229df982a7607df&amp;amp;attid=0.1.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;In honor of the 44th President of the United States ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has introduced a new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;flavor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;" Barocky&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Road ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Barocky Road is a&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;blend of half vanilla, half chocolate, and surrounded by nuts and flakes.  &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and  usually denied as an ingredient.  &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The nuts&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The cost is $100.00 per scoop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;When purchased it will be presented to you in a&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;large beautiful cone, but then the ice cream is &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;taken away and given to the person in line behind&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou.  You are left with an empty wallet and &lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;no change,&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;holding an empty cone with no hope of getting  any ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: blue;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; color: blue; font-weight: normal;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Are you stimulated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4507354386465642349?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4507354386465642349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4507354386465642349&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4507354386465642349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4507354386465642349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-ice-cream-flavor.html' title='New Ice Cream Flavor'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8778813795757382974</id><published>2009-08-13T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:23:42.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; 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font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=123147b03ef18450&amp;amp;attid=0.1.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=123147b03ef18450&amp;amp;attid=0.1.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="450" height="346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;In the Ocean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=123147b03ef18450&amp;amp;attid=0.1.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="450" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black';"&gt;AND FINALLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial Black;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: 'Arial Black';"&gt;SOMEWHERE NEAR WAL-MART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=123147b03ef18450&amp;amp;attid=0.1.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="350" height="463" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye and a lump to your throat...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8778813795757382974?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8778813795757382974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8778813795757382974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8778813795757382974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8778813795757382974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/parenthood.html' title='Parenthood'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8605067329513646916</id><published>2009-08-01T11:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:39:04.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Fishing Trip</title><content type='html'>A man calls home to his wife and says, "Honey, I have been asked to fly to Canada with my boss and several of his friends for fishing. We'll be gone for a long weekend. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting so could you please pack enough clothes for a 3 day weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also would you get out my rod and tackle box from the attic ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving at 4:30 pm from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! And please pack my new navy blue silk pajamas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a bit odd, but, being the good wife, she does exactly what her husband asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the long weekend he came home a little tired, but, otherwise, looking good. The wife welcomes him home and asks if he caught many fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Lots of Walleyes, some Bass, and a few Pike," he says "but why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love the answer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The wife replies, "I did, they're in your tackle box".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never, never, never try to outsmart a woman!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8605067329513646916?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8605067329513646916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8605067329513646916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8605067329513646916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8605067329513646916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/fishing-trip.html' title='The Fishing Trip'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8174898859628239822</id><published>2009-07-29T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:25:28.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>A Little Gallows Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It just all depends on how you look at some  things...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Wallman, a professional genealogy  researcher in southern California , was doing some personal work on her own  family tree. She discovered that Congressman Harry Reid's great-great uncle,  Remus Reid, was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in  188 9. Both Judy and Harry Reid share this common ancestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only  known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows  in Montana  territory: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=122c7c0cf80ca4a4&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back  of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: 'Remus  Reid, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887,  robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted  and hanged in 1889.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Judy recently e-mailed Congressman Harry Reid  for information about their great-great uncle. &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Reid:&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=122c7c0cf80ca4a4&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, Harry Reid's staff sent back the  following biographical sketch for her genealogy research:  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remus Reid  was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory . His business empire grew to  include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with  the Montana railroad. Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life  to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the  railroad. In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the  renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency. In 1889, Remus passed away during an  important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was  standing collapsed."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THAT's how it's done, Folks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8174898859628239822?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8174898859628239822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8174898859628239822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8174898859628239822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8174898859628239822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-gallows-humor.html' title='A Little Gallows Humor'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8563828493908899279</id><published>2009-07-20T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:32:17.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>$50 For The Homeless</title><content type='html'>I recently asked my friend's little girl what she wanted to be when she grows up. She said she wanted to be president some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of her parents, liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, "If you were president what would be the first thing you would do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow... what a worthy goal." I told her, "But you don't have to wait until you're president to do that. You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50. Then I'll take you over to the grocery store where homeless guys hang out, and you can give them the $50, you earned, to use toward food and a new house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought that over for a few seconds, the n s he looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Welcome to the Republican Party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents still aren't speaking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8563828493908899279?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8563828493908899279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8563828493908899279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8563828493908899279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8563828493908899279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-for-homeless.html' title='$50 For The Homeless'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-588508765288244313</id><published>2009-07-16T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:45:58.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><title type='text'>A Touching Love Story</title><content type='html'>A man was lying in bed with his new girlfriend.  After having great sex, she spent the next hour just rubbing his testicles -- something she seemed to love to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was enjoying it, he turned and asked her, 'Why do you love doing that?'     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because,' she replied, 'I miss mine.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-588508765288244313?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/588508765288244313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=588508765288244313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/588508765288244313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/588508765288244313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/touching-love-story.html' title='A Touching Love Story'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8500065291004654709</id><published>2009-07-15T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:23:11.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Breakthrough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;A French doctor says 'Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can take a kidney out of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for work in six weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A German doctor says 'That is nothing; we can take a lung out of one person, put it in another, and have him looking for work in four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian doctor says 'In my country, medicine is so advanced that we can take half a heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for work in two weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American doctor, not to be outdone, says 'You guys are way behind. We recently took a man with no brains out of Illinois, put him in the White House, and now half the country is looking for work.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8500065291004654709?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8500065291004654709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8500065291004654709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8500065291004654709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8500065291004654709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/medical-breakthrough_15.html' title='Medical Breakthrough'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4519156531324703008</id><published>2009-07-08T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:24:31.016-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Did My Husband Say That?</title><content type='html'>Our maid asked for a pay increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was very upset  about this and decided to talk to her about the raise. She asked:  'Now Maria, why do you want a  pay increase?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria:  'Well, there are three reasons why I want an increase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is that I iron better than you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'Who said you iron better than me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: 'Your husband said so.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: 'The second reason is that I am a better cook than you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'Nonsense, who said you were a better cook than me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: 'Your  husband did..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'Oh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: 'My third reason is that I am a better lover than you..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: (really furious now): 'Did my husband say that as well?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria: 'No... the  gardener did.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: 'So how much do you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4519156531324703008?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4519156531324703008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4519156531324703008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4519156531324703008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4519156531324703008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-my-husband-say-that.html' title='Did My Husband Say That?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5339286947022168041</id><published>2009-07-07T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:05:45.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Straggly Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;One December day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a sorry sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny, and hair all matted down. We felt sorry for her. So we put her in a carrier and took her to the vet. We didn't know what to call her so we named her "Pussycat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us know when we could come and get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband (the complainer) said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks." He reminded the vet that it was his WIFE (me) that wanted the dirty cat, not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and my Vet don't see eye to eye. The vet calls my husband 'El-Cheap-O', and my husband calls the vet 'El-Charge-O'. They love to hate each other and constantly 'snipe' at one  another, with my husband getting in the last word on this particular occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is located in the same building, next door to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MD's waiting room and office was full of people waiting to see the doctor. A side door opened and the vet leaned in - he had obviously seen my husband arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked straight at my husband and in a loud voice said, "Your wife's pussy doesn't stink any more. We washed and shaved it, and now she smells like a rose. Oh, and, by the way, I think she's pregnant. God only knows who the father is!" Then he closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT, my friends, is getting even!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5339286947022168041?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5339286947022168041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5339286947022168041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5339286947022168041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5339286947022168041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/straggly-cat.html' title='Straggly Cat'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7566297680630453691</id><published>2009-07-06T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:28:58.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Beer Versus Water</title><content type='html'>As Ben Franklin said:&lt;br /&gt;In wine there is wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;in beer there is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;in water there is bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 litre of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine &amp;amp; beer (or tequila, rum, whisky or other liquor), because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water = Poop,     Beer = Health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7566297680630453691?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7566297680630453691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7566297680630453691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7566297680630453691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7566297680630453691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/beer-versus-water.html' title='Beer Versus Water'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1394925290596720780</id><published>2009-07-01T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:32:08.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Life Really Boils Down To Two Questions...</title><content type='html'>1. Should I get a dog....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNaoNO5zI/AAAAAAAABs0/nzijY5uzfRk/s1600-h/get+a+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNaoNO5zI/AAAAAAAABs0/nzijY5uzfRk/s400/get+a+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353668808157357874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Should I have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNa5dadoI/AAAAAAAABs8/d6XVVgprCC8/s1600-h/have+children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNa5dadoI/AAAAAAAABs8/d6XVVgprCC8/s400/have+children.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353668812788627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, of course, there are those of us with even less sense, who have both :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what situations life throws at you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long and treacherous your journey may seem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ~~ there is a light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNbYyPY4I/AAAAAAAABtE/yqr8z9U2gMw/s1600-h/light+at+the+end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNbYyPY4I/AAAAAAAABtE/yqr8z9U2gMw/s400/light+at+the+end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353668821197480834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1394925290596720780?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1394925290596720780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1394925290596720780&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1394925290596720780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1394925290596720780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-really-boils-down-to-2-questions.html' title='Life Really Boils Down To Two Questions...'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SkwNaoNO5zI/AAAAAAAABs0/nzijY5uzfRk/s72-c/get+a+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5569699848061702544</id><published>2009-06-30T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:10:34.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Best Comback Response of the Year</title><content type='html'>If 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... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Officer -- did you see my client fleeing the scene?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "No sir. But I subsequently observed a person matching the description of the offender, running several blocks away.."&lt;br /&gt;Q: "Officer -- who provided this description?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "The officer who responded to the scene."&lt;br /&gt;Q: "A fellow officer provided the description of this so-called offender. Do you trust your fellow officers?"&lt;br /&gt;A: " Yes, sir. With my life."&lt;br /&gt;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?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Yes sir, we do!"&lt;br /&gt;Q: "And do you have a locker in the room?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Yes sir, I do."&lt;br /&gt;Q: "And do you have a lock on your locker?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "Yes sir."&lt;br /&gt;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?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "You see, sir -- we share the building with the court complex, and sometimes lawyers have been known to walk through that room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5569699848061702544?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5569699848061702544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5569699848061702544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5569699848061702544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5569699848061702544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-comback-response-of-year.html' title='Best Comback Response of the Year'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-1987269751380064000</id><published>2009-06-29T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:43:06.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>10 Finkers</title><content type='html'>Ole vas vorking at the fish plant up nort in Dulut vhen he accidentally cut off all ten of his finkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He vent to da emergency room in the Clinik and vhen he got dar da Norsky doctor looked at Ole and said, "Let's have da finkers and I'll see vhat I can do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole said, "I haven't got da finkers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vhat do you mean, you hafen't got da finkers?" he said. "Lord-it's 2009 and Ive's got microsurgery and all kinds of incredible techniques. I could hafe put dem back on and made you like new! Vhy didn't you brink da finkers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole says........"How da heck vas I suppose to pick dem up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-1987269751380064000?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1987269751380064000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=1987269751380064000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1987269751380064000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/1987269751380064000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-finkers.html' title='10 Finkers'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6006479292082279166</id><published>2009-06-26T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T06:52:01.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>New Dentist</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist. I noticed his DDS diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name who had been in my high school class some 30-odd years ago.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then? Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang.' He gleamed with pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When did you graduate?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered, 'In 1975. Why do you ask?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'You were in my class!' I exclaimed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that ugly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bald,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrinkle-faced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat-assed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gray-haired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decrepit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son-of-a-bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What did you teach?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6006479292082279166?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6006479292082279166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6006479292082279166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6006479292082279166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6006479292082279166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-dentist.html' title='New Dentist'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7404987508390853665</id><published>2009-06-25T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:40:01.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Known Fact...</title><content type='html'>The first testicular guard "Cup" was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took 100 years for men to realize that the brain is also important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7404987508390853665?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7404987508390853665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7404987508390853665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7404987508390853665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7404987508390853665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-known-fact.html' title='A Little Known Fact...'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-852847649199691251</id><published>2009-06-24T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T06:07:05.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Senior Dress Code</title><content type='html'>Many of us 'Old Folks' (those over 50, WAY over 50, or hovering near 50) are quite confused today about how we should present ourselves. Feeling 'young' , we try to conform to current fashions and present a youthful image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what you may have seen on the streets, the following combinations DO NOT go together and should be avoided:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A nose ring and bifocals&lt;br /&gt;2. Spiked hair and bald spots&lt;br /&gt;3. A pierced tongue and dentures&lt;br /&gt;4. Miniskirts and support hose&lt;br /&gt;5. Ankle bracelets and corn pads&lt;br /&gt;6. Speedos and cellulite&lt;br /&gt;7. A belly button ring and a gall bladder surgery scar&lt;br /&gt;8. Unbuttoned disco shirts and a heart monitor&lt;br /&gt;9. Midriff shirts and a midriff bulge&lt;br /&gt;10. Bikinis and liver spots&lt;br /&gt;11. Mini skirts and varicose veins&lt;br /&gt;12. Inline skates and a walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Most importantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point you have to give up the 'DAISY DUKE' shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sj-6rCAuKpI/AAAAAAAABrw/Ql6o6c1ngu8/s1600-h/daisy+dukes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sj-6rCAuKpI/AAAAAAAABrw/Ql6o6c1ngu8/s400/daisy+dukes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350200130776476306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-852847649199691251?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/852847649199691251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=852847649199691251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/852847649199691251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/852847649199691251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/senior-dress-code.html' title='Senior Dress Code'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sj-6rCAuKpI/AAAAAAAABrw/Ql6o6c1ngu8/s72-c/daisy+dukes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4828349183891841267</id><published>2009-06-23T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:44:06.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Investing</title><content type='html'>If you had purchased $1000 of shares in Delta Airlines one year ago, you would have $49.00 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had purchased $1000 of shares in AIG one year ago, you would have $33.00 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had purchased $1000 of shares in Lehman Brothers one year ago, you would have $0.00 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But---- if you had purchased $1000 worth of beer one year ago, drank all the beer, then turned in the aluminum cans for recycling refund, you would have received $214.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the above, the best current investment plan is to drink heavily &amp; recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called the 401-Keg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4828349183891841267?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4828349183891841267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4828349183891841267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4828349183891841267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4828349183891841267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/investing.html' title='Investing'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4004428121352949670</id><published>2009-06-22T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T06:17:01.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='government'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>Recently Michelle Obama went to serve food to the homeless at a government funded soup kitchen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjlBiixHMWI/AAAAAAAABrQ/_Ajfoa730nA/s1600-h/michelle+obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjlBiixHMWI/AAAAAAAABrQ/_Ajfoa730nA/s400/michelle+obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348378094183330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a bowl of soup at homeless shelter: $0.00 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Michelle Obama Serve you your soup: $0.00 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapping a picture of a homeless person who is receiving government funded meal while taking a picture of the first lady using his $500 Black Berry cell phone: $$$$ Priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4004428121352949670?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4004428121352949670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4004428121352949670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4004428121352949670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4004428121352949670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjlBiixHMWI/AAAAAAAABrQ/_Ajfoa730nA/s72-c/michelle+obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7855752543927226758</id><published>2009-06-20T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:55:01.658-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Helpful Hint</title><content type='html'>The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In order.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7855752543927226758?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7855752543927226758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7855752543927226758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7855752543927226758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7855752543927226758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/helpful-hint.html' title='Helpful Hint'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3650646679361750267</id><published>2009-06-19T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T21:16:51.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>A Great Product</title><content type='html'>Dear Tide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to say what an excellent product you have! I've used it all of my married life, as my Mom always told me it was the best. Now that I am in my fifties I find it even better! In fact, about a month ago, I spilled some red wine on my new white blouse. My inconsiderate and uncaring husband started to belittle me about how clumsy I was, and generally started becoming a pain in the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing led to another and somehow I ended up with his blood on my new white blouse! I grabbed my bottle of Tide with bleach alternative, and to my surprise and satisfaction, all of the stains came out! In fact, the stains came out so well the detectives who came by yesterday told me that the DNA tests on my blouse were negative and then my attorney called and said that I was no longer considered a suspect in the disappearance of my husband. What a relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through menopause is bad enough without being a murder suspect! I thank you, once again, for having a great product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta go, have to write to the Hefty bag people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3650646679361750267?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3650646679361750267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3650646679361750267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3650646679361750267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3650646679361750267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-product.html' title='A Great Product'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8213807415639088252</id><published>2009-06-18T03:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:00:33.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticks</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people give bogus warnings, and I have even done it myself a couple times unintentionally but this one is real, and it's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this warning to everyone on your e-mail list and tell everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone comes to your front door saying they are checking for ticks due to the warm weather and asks you to take your clothes off and dance around with your arms up, DO NOT DO IT!! THIS IS A SCAM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only want to see you naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8213807415639088252?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8213807415639088252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8213807415639088252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8213807415639088252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8213807415639088252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/ticks.html' title='Ticks'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5841446895449283419</id><published>2009-06-17T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:38:00.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>This Was Not In The Brochure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjeSXCIfbaI/AAAAAAAABrI/tsK8d9ZyzOU/s1600-h/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjeSXCIfbaI/AAAAAAAABrI/tsK8d9ZyzOU/s400/elephants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347904006932884898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5841446895449283419?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5841446895449283419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5841446895449283419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5841446895449283419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5841446895449283419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-was-not-in-brochure.html' title='This Was Not In The Brochure'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/SjeSXCIfbaI/AAAAAAAABrI/tsK8d9ZyzOU/s72-c/elephants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6645488676511646209</id><published>2009-06-16T08:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:18:10.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Jokes To Offend Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What do you call two Mexicans playing basketball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Juan on Juan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a Yankee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same as a quickie, but a guy can do it alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position of the dirt bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is divorce so expensive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is air a lot like sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a smart blonde? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A golden retriever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do attorneys use for birth control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their personalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years and 45 lbs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a boyfriend and husband?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;45 minutes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the fastest way to a man's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his chest with a sharp knife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men want to marry virgins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't stand criticism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Why is it so hard for women to find men that are sensitive, caring, and good-looking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those men already have boyfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a year, the dog is still excited to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men chase women they have no intention of marrying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same urge that makes dogs chase cars they have no intention of driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't bunnies make noise when they have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Because they have cotton balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a porcupine and BMW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porcupine has the pricks on the outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the blonde say when she found out she was pregnant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you sure it's mine?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Mike Tyson cry during sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mace will do that to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did OJ Simpson want to move to West Virginia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the same DNA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do drivers' education classes in Redneck schools use the car only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on Tuesday and Thursday, the Sex Ed class uses it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does an Irish family go on vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#0000a1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 161); font-family: Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the Chinese couple that had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;blonde baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They named him 'Sum Ting Wong' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What would you call it when an Italian has one arm shorter than the other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A speech impediment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What's the difference between a southern zoo and a northern zoo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A southern zoo has a description of the animal on the front of the cage along with... 'a recipe'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a sweet 80-year-old lady to say the F word? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell *BINGO*! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#820040;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 0, 64);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;What's the difference between a northern fairytale and a southern fairytale? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A northern fairytale begins 'Once upon a time ..' -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#002041;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(0, 32, 65); font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A southern fairytale begins 'Y'all ain't gonna believe this s**t....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6645488676511646209?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6645488676511646209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6645488676511646209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6645488676511646209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6645488676511646209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/jokes-to-offend-everyone.html' title='Jokes To Offend Everyone'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-9213235168508711180</id><published>2009-06-13T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:06:34.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Impress Others and Make New Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice making fax and modem noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staple pages in the middle of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYPE IN UPPERCASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;type only in lowercase.&lt;br /&gt;dont use any punctuation either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU HEAR THAT?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind, it's gone now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask people what gender they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along at the opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-9213235168508711180?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9213235168508711180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=9213235168508711180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/9213235168508711180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/9213235168508711180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-impress-others-and-make-new.html' title='How To Impress Others and Make New Friends'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4871491517768354718</id><published>2009-06-08T06:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:06:00.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Aspirin</title><content type='html'>I just heard that Obama is going to impose a 40% tax on aspirin because it's white and it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4871491517768354718?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4871491517768354718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4871491517768354718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4871491517768354718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4871491517768354718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspirin.html' title='Aspirin'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3102705460284006941</id><published>2009-06-06T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:10:00.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Giving  Up Chocolate</title><content type='html'>I  was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty  and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me for a couple of dollars  for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked,  'If I give you this money, will you buy chocolate with it instead of dinner?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I had to stop eating chocolate years ago', the  homeless woman told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I don't waste time shopping,' the  homeless woman said. 'I need to spend all my time trying to stay  alive...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you spend this on a beauty salon instead of food?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you NUTS!' replied the homeless woman. I haven't had my hair done in 20 years!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I said, 'I'm not going to give you the money. Instead, I'm going to take you out for dinner with my husband and me tonight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  homeless Woman was shocked. 'Won't your husband be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, 'That's okay. It's important for him to see what a woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments, and chocolate.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3102705460284006941?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3102705460284006941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3102705460284006941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3102705460284006941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3102705460284006941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving-up-chocolate.html' title='Giving  Up Chocolate'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-675795824052147706</id><published>2009-06-05T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:09:19.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Pet's Ten Commandments</title><content type='html'>1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years.  Any separation from you is likely to be painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your trust in me.  It is crucial for my well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment.  You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Talk to me.  Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me.  Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Please take care of me when I grow old - remember, you too, will grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me, please.  Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone.  Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-675795824052147706?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/675795824052147706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=675795824052147706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/675795824052147706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/675795824052147706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/pets-ten-commandments.html' title='A Pet&apos;s Ten Commandments'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5858475416683410190</id><published>2009-06-04T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:34:00.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Buttercups and Golf Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Towards the end of the golf course, Dave hit his ball into the woods and found it in a patch of pretty yellow buttercups. Trying to get his ball back in play, he ended up thrashing just about every buttercup in the patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, POOF! In a flash and puff of smoke, a little old woman appeared. She said, 'I'm Mother Nature! Do you know how long it took me to make those buttercups? Just for doing what you have done, you won't have any butter for your popcorn for the rest of your life: better still, you won't have any butter for your toast for the rest of your life. As a matter of fact, you'll never have any butter for anything the rest of your life!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then POOF! She was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dave recovered from the shock, he hollered for his friend, 'Fred, where are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred yells back 'I'm over here in the pussy willows.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave shouts back, 'DON'T SWING, Fred FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T SWING!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5858475416683410190?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5858475416683410190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5858475416683410190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5858475416683410190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5858475416683410190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/buttercups-and.html' title='Buttercups and Golf Balls'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7955047432646884212</id><published>2009-06-03T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:11:01.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetables Are Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Q: Doctor, I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life.  Is this true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;A: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Everything wears out eventually.  Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster.  Want to live longer?  Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more  fruits and vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;A:  &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat?   Hay and corn.  And what are these? Vegetables.  So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain?  Eat chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; No, not at all.  Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine,that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even moreof the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain.  Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry.  My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Q:  Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;In fact, they're permeated in it.  How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft  around the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Q:  Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  Are you crazy? HELLO  Cocoa beans ! Another vegetable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;A:  If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt;Q:  Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;A:  Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;'Life should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;of arriving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; safely in an attractive and well preserved body, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;but rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; to skid in sideways  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chardonnay in one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; hand -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt; chocolate in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; the other -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;body thoroughly used  up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; totally worn out and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt;screaming 'WOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14;color:red;"  &gt; HOO, What a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:130%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:'Bradley Hand ITC';font-size:14;color:red;"   &gt; Ride'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat&lt;br /&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine&lt;br /&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  &gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine&lt;br /&gt;and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than  Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;color:black;"  &gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:18;color:red;"  &gt;Eat and drink what you like.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking English is apparently what kills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7955047432646884212?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7955047432646884212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7955047432646884212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7955047432646884212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7955047432646884212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegetables-are-good.html' title='Vegetables Are Good'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7990994532604529512</id><published>2009-06-02T07:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T07:19:00.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>Good Fairy</title><content type='html'>A beautiful fairy appeared one day to a destitute refugee outside a Maryland immigration office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good man,' the fairy said, 'I've been sent here by President Obama and told to grant you three wishes, since you just arrived in the United States with your wife and three children.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man told the fairy.  'Well, where I come from we don't have good teeth, so I want new teeth, maybe a lot of gold in them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy looked at the man's almost toothless grin and -- PING ! -- he had a brand new shining set of gold teeth in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What else?' asked the fairy, 'two more to go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The refugee claimant now got bolder.  'I need a big house with a three car garage in Annapolis on the water with eight bedrooms for my family and the rest of my relatives who still live in my country.  I want to bring them all over here . . and -- PING ! -- in the distance there could be seen a beautiful mansion with a three car garage, a long driveway, a walkout patio with a BBQ in an upscale neighborhood overlooking the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'One more wish', said the fairy, waving her wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, one more wish.  I want to be like an American with American clothes instead of these torn clothes, and a baseball cap instead of this turban.  And I want to have white skin like Americans . . . and -- PING! -- The man was transformed, wearing worn out jeans, a Baltimore Orioles T-shirt and a baseball cap.  He had his bad teeth back and the mansion had disappeared from the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What happened to my new teeth?' he wailed.  'Where is my new house?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS GOOD . . . . . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, ACTUALLY THIS IS VERY GOOD . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy said 'Tough shit, Mac, Now that you are a White American, you have to fend for yourself.'!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7990994532604529512?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7990994532604529512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7990994532604529512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7990994532604529512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7990994532604529512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-fairy.html' title='Good Fairy'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-974135409223147279</id><published>2009-06-01T06:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:11:00.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Don't Talk To My Parrot</title><content type='html'>Wanda's dishwasher quit working so she called in a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, 'I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you a cheque. Oh, by the way don't worry about my dog Spike. He won't bother you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I MUST STRESS TO YOU: DO?NOT TALK?TO MY PARROT!!!'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the repairman arrived at Wanda's apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shut up, you stupid, ugly bird!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the parrot replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Get him Spike!'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See - Men just don't listen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-974135409223147279?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/974135409223147279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=974135409223147279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/974135409223147279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/974135409223147279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-talk-to-my-parrot.html' title='Don&apos;t Talk To My Parrot'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-4711205159023009331</id><published>2009-05-30T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:01:00.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Crushed Nuts?</title><content type='html'>A little old man shuffled slowly into an ice cream parlor and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool.. After catching his breath, he ordered a banana split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress asked kindly, 'Crushed nuts?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' he replied, 'Arthritis.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-4711205159023009331?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4711205159023009331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=4711205159023009331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4711205159023009331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/4711205159023009331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/crushed-nuts.html' title='Crushed Nuts?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7607801028156861446</id><published>2009-05-29T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:59:00.275-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>What Kind Is It?</title><content type='html'>A man was telling his neighbor, 'I just bought a new hearing aid. It cost me four thousand dollars, but it's state of the art. It's perfect.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really,' answered the neighbor . 'What kind is it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twelve thirty.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7607801028156861446?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7607801028156861446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7607801028156861446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7607801028156861446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7607801028156861446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-kind-is-it.html' title='What Kind Is It?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7641137772477836540</id><published>2009-05-28T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:58:00.222-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Out Walking</title><content type='html'>Three old guys are out walking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one says, 'Windy, isn't it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second one says, 'No, it's Thursday!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third one says, 'So am I. Let's go get a beer.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7641137772477836540?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7641137772477836540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7641137772477836540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7641137772477836540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7641137772477836540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-walking.html' title='Out Walking'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8290857950901445163</id><published>2009-05-27T06:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:57:00.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>A senior citizen said to his eighty-year old buddy: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So I hear you're getting married?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yep!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do I know her?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nope!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This woman, is she good looking?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not really.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Is she a good cook?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Naw, she can't cook too well.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Does she have lots of money?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nope! Poor as a church mouse.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, then, is she good in bed?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why in the world do you want to marry her then?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because she can still drive!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8290857950901445163?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8290857950901445163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8290857950901445163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8290857950901445163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8290857950901445163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6151906943591384002</id><published>2009-05-26T07:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:55:00.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Write It Down!</title><content type='html'>Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I can remember it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so's not to forget it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he toddles into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs. She stares at the plate for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where's my toast ?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6151906943591384002?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6151906943591384002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6151906943591384002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6151906943591384002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6151906943591384002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/write-it-down.html' title='Write It Down!'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5133217863566436587</id><published>2009-05-25T06:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T06:54:00.312-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Regulations</title><content type='html'>Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't know,' he said. 'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5133217863566436587?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5133217863566436587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5133217863566436587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5133217863566436587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5133217863566436587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/regulations.html' title='Regulations'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3558806662333862626</id><published>2009-05-22T06:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:52:00.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>By Any Other Name</title><content type='html'>An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, 'Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man said, 'What is the name of the restaurant?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first man thought and thought and finally said, 'What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... The one that's red and has thorns.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you mean a rose?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, that's the one,' replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, 'Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3558806662333862626?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3558806662333862626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3558806662333862626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3558806662333862626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3558806662333862626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/by-any-other-name.html' title='By Any Other Name'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3553405483789870455</id><published>2009-05-21T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T06:51:01.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Two elderly gentlemen from a retirement center were sitting on a bench under a tree when one turns to the other and says: 'Slim, I'm 83 years old now and I'm just full of aches and pains. I know you're about my age. How do you feel?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim says, 'I feel just like a newborn baby.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Really!? Like a newborn baby!?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yep. No hair, no teeth, and I think I just wet my pants.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3553405483789870455?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3553405483789870455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3553405483789870455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3553405483789870455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3553405483789870455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/hair-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7004827214879393300</id><published>2009-05-20T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:00:01.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Hot Mama</title><content type='html'>Morris, an 82 year-old man, went to the doctor to get a physical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, the doctor spoke to Morris and said, 'You're really doing great, aren't you?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris replied, 'Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot mama and be cheerful.'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, 'I didn't say that. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur; be careful.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7004827214879393300?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7004827214879393300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7004827214879393300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7004827214879393300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7004827214879393300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-mama.html' title='Hot Mama'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-2486779061059791142</id><published>2009-05-20T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:50:00.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>An elderly gentleman...</title><content type='html'>Had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, 'Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gentleman replied, 'Oh, I haven't told my family yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will three times!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2486779061059791142?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2486779061059791142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2486779061059791142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2486779061059791142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2486779061059791142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/elderly-gentleman.html' title='An elderly gentleman...'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6218102604951281923</id><published>2009-05-19T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:47:00.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>Garage Door</title><content type='html'>The boss walked into the office one morning not knowing his zipper was down and his fly area wide open. His assistant walked up to him and said, 'This morning when you left your house, did you close your garage door?' The boss told her he knew he'd closed the garage door, and walked into his office puzzled by the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he finished his paperwork, he suddenly noticed his fly was open, and zipped it up. He then understood his assistant's question about his 'garage door.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He headed out for a cup of coffee and paused by her desk to ask, 'When my garage door was open, did you see my Hummer parked in there?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said, 'No, I didn't. All I saw was an old minivan with two flat tires.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6218102604951281923?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6218102604951281923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6218102604951281923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6218102604951281923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6218102604951281923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/garage-door.html' title='Garage Door'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3025229928958524158</id><published>2009-05-18T06:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:32:20.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>An &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4LA8cZzI/AAAAAAAABns/Vg9uIS14myw/s1600-h/phone+lines+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4LA8cZzI/AAAAAAAABns/Vg9uIS14myw/s400/phone+lines+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335842157898786610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4La5VIXI/AAAAAAAABn0/2A6nSF29gaI/s1600-h/phone+lines+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4La5VIXI/AAAAAAAABn0/2A6nSF29gaI/s400/phone+lines+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335842164865048946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;explanation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4K6k7lQI/AAAAAAAABnk/k1JCTNnFlWI/s1600-h/phone+lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4K6k7lQI/AAAAAAAABnk/k1JCTNnFlWI/s400/phone+lines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335842156189553922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" this="" is="" it="" s="" where="" call="" when="" you="" have="" a="" technical="" problem="" with="" your=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where you call when you have a technical problem with your computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3025229928958524158?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3025229928958524158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3025229928958524158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3025229928958524158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3025229928958524158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sgy4LA8cZzI/AAAAAAAABns/Vg9uIS14myw/s72-c/phone+lines+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5852975159851209722</id><published>2009-05-15T08:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:17:00.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Tinkle</title><content type='html'>A woman, pregnant with triplets, was walking down the street when a masked robber ran out of a bank and shot her three times in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the babies were OK. The surgeon decided to leave the bullets in because it was too risky to operate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave birth to two healthy daughters and a healthy son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was fine for 16 years, and then one daughter walked into the room in tears.&lt;br /&gt;'What's wrong?' asked the mother. 'I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out,' replied the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother told her it was okay and explained what happened 16 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later the second daughter walked into the room in tears. 'Mom, I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the mother told her not to worry and explained what happened 16 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later her son walked into the room in tears. 'It's okay' said the Mom, 'I know what happened you were taking a tinkle and a bullet came out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No,' said the boy, 'I was playing with myself and I shot the dog.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5852975159851209722?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5852975159851209722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5852975159851209722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5852975159851209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5852975159851209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/tinkle.html' title='Tinkle'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-2761129945892292177</id><published>2009-05-14T10:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:04:00.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>The pastor asked if anyone in the congregation would like to express Praise for answered prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady stood and walked to the podium. She said, "I have a Praise. Two months ago, my husband, Tom, had a terrible bicycle wreck and his scrotum was completely crushed. The pain was excruciating and the doctors didn't know if they could help him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could hear a muffled gasp from the men in the congregation as they imagined the pain that poor Tom must have experienced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom was unable to hold me or the children," she went on, "and every move caused him terrible pain. We prayed as the doctors performed a delicate operation, and it turned out they were able to piece together the crushed remnants of Tom's scrotum, and wrap wire around it to hold it in place." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the men in the congregation were unnerved and squirmed uncomfortably as they imagined the horrible surgery performed on Tom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," she announced in a quavering voice, "Thank the Lord, Tom is out of the hospital and the doctors say that with time, his scrotum should recover completely." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the men sighed with relief. The pastor rose and tentatively asked if anyone else had something to say. A man stood up and walked slowly to the podium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I'm Tom." The entire congregation held its breath.. "I just want to tell my wife that the word is STERNUM."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2761129945892292177?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2761129945892292177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2761129945892292177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2761129945892292177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2761129945892292177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5248362861337785507</id><published>2009-05-13T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:03:18.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics schmolitics'/><title type='text'>The One Question Test</title><content type='html'>This test only has one question, but it's a very important one.  By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SITUATION:&lt;br /&gt;You are in Richmond Virginia, on the James River, to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions. You are a photojournalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. The situation is nearly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing under the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TEST:&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, you see a man and a woman in the water. They are fighting for their lives, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer. Somehow they look familiar. You suddenly realize who they are. It's Barack Obama and Nancy Pelosi!!  At the same time you notice that the raging waters are about to take them under forever. You have two options: You can save their lives, or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the deaths of two of the world's most powerful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION:&lt;br /&gt;Here's the question, and please give an honest answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you select high contrast color film, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5248362861337785507?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5248362861337785507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5248362861337785507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5248362861337785507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5248362861337785507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-question-test.html' title='The One Question Test'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7994481338611852217</id><published>2009-05-12T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:26:41.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Divorce versus Murder</title><content type='html'>A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said, 'I would like to buy some cyanide.' The pharmacist asked, 'Why in the world do you need cyanide?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady replied, 'I need it to poison my husband.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, 'Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license!&lt;br /&gt;They'll throw both of us in jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, 'Well now, that’s different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription.'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7994481338611852217?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7994481338611852217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7994481338611852217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7994481338611852217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7994481338611852217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/divorce-versus-murder.html' title='Divorce versus Murder'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6856903078039375414</id><published>2009-05-02T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:17:17.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids say the darnedest things'/><title type='text'>Taste Test</title><content type='html'>A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste) of first graders using a bowl of lifesavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children began to identify the flavors by their color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red........................Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Yellow...................Lemon&lt;br /&gt;Green...................Lime&lt;br /&gt;Orange.................Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. After eating them, none of the children could identify the taste. 'Well,' she said, 'I will give you all a clue. It's what your mother may sometimes call your father.'One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out and yelled, 'Oh my God!! They're ass-holes.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6856903078039375414?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6856903078039375414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6856903078039375414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6856903078039375414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6856903078039375414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/taste-test.html' title='Taste Test'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-2564774763179751894</id><published>2009-05-01T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:30:14.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>The Source of the Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>It was this kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sfsxh-CSErI/AAAAAAAABms/FCNcAesV1dA/s1600-h/swine+flu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sfsxh-CSErI/AAAAAAAABms/FCNcAesV1dA/s400/swine+flu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330909043581129394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2564774763179751894?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2564774763179751894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2564774763179751894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2564774763179751894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2564774763179751894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/source-of-swine-flu.html' title='The Source of the Swine Flu'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWj7Bf2hGNs/Sfsxh-CSErI/AAAAAAAABms/FCNcAesV1dA/s72-c/swine+flu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-3734180280048822384</id><published>2009-04-27T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:59:01.325-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>This Economy</title><content type='html'>The recession is much, much worse than I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="cid:1.4163844310@web57404.mail.re1.yahoo.com" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=174ab4bbf3&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=120e4fdbe8a5d307&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="523" height="392" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats are so dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-3734180280048822384?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3734180280048822384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=3734180280048822384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3734180280048822384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/3734180280048822384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-economy.html' title='This Economy'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6837533141484478459</id><published>2009-04-24T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:57:01.031-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><title type='text'>Say Goodbye To Mother</title><content type='html'>We were dressed and ready to go out for the New Years Eve Party. We turned on a night light, turned the answering machine on, covered our pet parakeet and put the cat in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We phoned the local cab company and requested a taxi.The taxi arrived and we opened the front door to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat we put out in the yard, scoots back into the house.We didn't want the cat shut in the house because we know she always tries to eat the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife goes out to the taxi, while I went inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, with me in hot pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the cab, my wife doesn't want the driver to know that the house will be empty for the night. So, she explains to the taxi driver that I will be out soon, 'He's just going upstairs to say Goodbye to my mother...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, I get into the cab.'Sorry I took so long,' I said, as we drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That stupid bitch was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck. Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me. But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver hit a parked car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6837533141484478459?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6837533141484478459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6837533141484478459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6837533141484478459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6837533141484478459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/say-goodbye-to-mother.html' title='Say Goodbye To Mother'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-7685981158729730533</id><published>2009-04-23T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:04:05.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Ever Blonde Joke</title><content type='html'>A blonde calls her boyfriend and says, 'Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can't figure out how to get started..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asks, 'What is it supposed to be when it's finished?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, 'According to the picture on the box, it's a rooster.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'First of all, no matter what we do, we're not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes her hand and says, 'Second, I want you to relax. Let's have a nice cup of tea, and then...' he said with a deep sigh............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put all the Corn Flakes back in the box.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-7685981158729730533?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7685981158729730533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=7685981158729730533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7685981158729730533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/7685981158729730533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-ever-blonde-joke.html' title='Best Ever Blonde Joke'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5492659684279089211</id><published>2009-04-22T09:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:25:48.070-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers and daughters'/><title type='text'>Wild Kingdom</title><content type='html'>A father watched his young daughter playing in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he reflected on how sweet and pure his little girl was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears formed in his eyes as he thought about her seeing the wonders of nature through such innocent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she just stopped and stared at the  ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went over to her to see what work of God had captured her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noticed she was looking at two spiders mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, what are those two spiders doing?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'They're mating,' her father replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you call the spider on top?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's a Daddy Longlegs,' her father answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, the other one is a Mommy Longlegs?' the little girl asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his heart soared with the joy of such a  cute and innocent question he replied,  'No dear.  Both of them are Daddy Longlegs.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The  little girl, looking a little puzzled, thought for a moment, then lifted her foot and stomped them flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, we're not having any of that gay crap in our garden' she said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5492659684279089211?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5492659684279089211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5492659684279089211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5492659684279089211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5492659684279089211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/homophobia.html' title='Wild Kingdom'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-6150181952456071286</id><published>2009-04-18T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:06:00.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Two Trees and a Woodpecker</title><content type='html'>It is hard to find a joke today without a dirty word or two in it, but here is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, 'Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birch says he cannot tell, but just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birch says, 'Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree, &amp;amp; replies, 'It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever poked my pecker into.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now wipe that smile off your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-6150181952456071286?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6150181952456071286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=6150181952456071286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6150181952456071286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/6150181952456071286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-trees-and-woodpecker.html' title='Two Trees and a Woodpecker'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-5302902001879907724</id><published>2009-04-17T07:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:12:03.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Gotta Pee</title><content type='html'>Two women friends had gone for a girls' night out. Both were very faithful and loving wives, however they had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery.                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her panties and use them.                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them.                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that.         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;After the girls did their business, they proceeded to go home.        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;The next day, the husband of one of the women was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said:                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These girl nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst..my wife came home with no panties!!"                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;"That's nothing," said the other husband,                               &lt;br /&gt;"Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said...&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;'From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-5302902001879907724?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5302902001879907724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=5302902001879907724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5302902001879907724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/5302902001879907724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-pee.html' title='Gotta Pee'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-8480916632694683116</id><published>2009-04-16T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:35:12.939-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricks'/><title type='text'>How Smart Is Your Right Foot?</title><content type='html'>This will boggle your mind and will keep you trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's programmed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Without anyone watching you (they will think you are GOOFY......)and while sitting at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how stupid it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-8480916632694683116?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8480916632694683116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=8480916632694683116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8480916632694683116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/8480916632694683116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='How Smart Is Your Right Foot?'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5921865869431189380.post-2392485311859155198</id><published>2009-04-15T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:50:27.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aging'/><title type='text'>25 Ways To Tell You’re Grown Up</title><content type='html'>1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can’t smoke any of them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;3. You keep more food than beer in your fridge.&lt;br /&gt;4. 6:00am is when you get up, not when you go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. You hear your favorite song in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;6. You watch the weather channel.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of “hook up” and “break up.”&lt;br /&gt;8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.&lt;br /&gt;9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as “dressed up.”&lt;br /&gt;10. You’re the one calling the police because those damn kids next door won’t turn down the stereo.&lt;br /&gt;11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.&lt;br /&gt;12. You don’t know what time taco bell closes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.&lt;br /&gt;14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald’s leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.&lt;br /&gt;16. You take naps.&lt;br /&gt;17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.&lt;br /&gt;18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3am would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.&lt;br /&gt;20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer “pretty good shit.”&lt;br /&gt;21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;22. “I just can’t drink the way I used to” replaces “I’m never going to drink that much again.”&lt;br /&gt;23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.&lt;br /&gt;24You drink at home to save money before going to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;25. When you find out your friend is pregnant, you congratulate them instead of asking “oh shit, what the hell happened?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5921865869431189380-2392485311859155198?l=jokesajoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2392485311859155198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5921865869431189380&amp;postID=2392485311859155198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2392485311859155198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5921865869431189380/posts/default/2392485311859155198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokesajoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-ways-to-tell-youre-grown-up.html' title='25 Ways To Tell You’re Grown Up'/><author><name>CaraBee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-smxBP7tXeVE/TkiOSvEBgaI/AAAAAAAACWw/aHQmREbAG3A/s220/Cara-twitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
