<?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-18017046</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:50:48.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes...to make you laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D. 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Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-113824890590672257</id><published>2007-03-31T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:09:00.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slogan of the Day</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Crime: Shoot Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my next life, I want to be rich, not beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're against logging, try wiping your butt with plastic toiletpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way,when you criticize them, you'll be a mile away and you'll have theirshoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs don't turn into men when they drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Border Collie Is Smarter Than Your Honor Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones may brake my bones, but whips and chains excite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world is going to hell and I'm driving the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to be important but important to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horn Broken - Watch For Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a perfect princess, the world just hasn't figured it out yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difference between men and boys is the price of their toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C”s don't get the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made some perfect heads, the others he put hair on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because God loves you doesn't mean the rest of us do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something that can do the work of 7 men...one woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Stop To Think, And Forget To Start Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life deals you lemonade, than you should make margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,000,000 Sperm And YOU Were The Fastest??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get high on our milk - our cows eat grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Right, Exercise, Die Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truce is better than friction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He Who Hesitates Is Not Only Lost, But Miles From The Next Exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there never enough time to do it right, but always enough time to do it over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Haven't Lost My Mind - It's Backed Up On Disk Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put the fun in dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pay peanuts, you'll get a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My karma ran over my dogma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different Circus, Same Clowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent more time trying to remember what I wasn't supposed to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support mental health...or... I'll kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News is what somebody somewhere wants to suppress; all the rest is advertising....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about hating people is that I never run out of great ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If We Quit Voting Will They All Go Away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver of this car is legally blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver carries no cash: He's married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it will only SEEM kinky the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen it all, done it all, can't remember most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not d-e-a-d. Just think of him as electroencephalographically challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are gonna be dumb, you better be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anger management class pisses me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a menace to sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I find out about men, the more I like my dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the path of least resistance is what makes rivers and men crooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me because I'm beautiful... Hate me 'cause your boyfriend thinks I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be vain, but now I'm perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Would Be Really Funny If It Weren't Happening To Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know men are idiots? I married their king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh.... this is the sound of no one caring what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Girls Are BAD Girls That Never Get Caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm that driver the DMV warned you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have an open mind, but my brains kept falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIVORCE: The screwing you get, for the screwing you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kid sold your honor student the answers to the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look old on the outside, but I'm frisky on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive Alive, Hang Up and Drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to avoid certain failure? Stay in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hire a teenager while they still know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be down and out when you can be up and in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling, Everyone Loves A Moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you...everyone else thinks your a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a superiority complex, I am superior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are idiots and I married their king!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are here, because we're not all there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never drive faster than your guardian Angel can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never leave your toothbrush unattended with an angry woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get lost, everybody tells me where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity: That point in time where those things you once valued the least you now cherish the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51% Sweetheart, 49% Pain in the Butt, SO DON'T PUSH IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's called tourist season, why can't we shoot them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS as BAD as you think, and they ARE out to get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is seeing my ex-husband's picture on the back of a milk carton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age ain't nothing but a number... And mine ain't listed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like gas -- it passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: This car stops at all bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is like a tea bag. You don't know how strong she is until you put her in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a horse ... ride a cowboy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have blonde moments, I have a blonde life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is a Jewish carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a cow - eat a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure God created man first. You have to create a rough draft before you create the masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have an open mind, but my brain kept falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass With care -- Driver chews tobacco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a small town, there sure are a lot of idiots here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: I drive just like you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, but when the eraser wears out before the pencil, you're overdoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would we do without hypothetical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing more amusing than watching someone go insane is realizing it's a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reality check bounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose toes you step on today. They may be connected to the butt you have to kiss tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be schizophrenic but at least I have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your kids, they'll choose your nursing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an IQ test and the results were negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money isn't everything but it keeps the kids in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trailer park called - they want their trash back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a complete idiot, some parts are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old hippies don't die, they just flash back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to California - the land of fruits and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If money is the root of all evil I want to be bad, bad, bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be Snow White but I drifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the fools, without them the rest of us could not succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I childproofed my house, but they keep getting back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malpractice is better than No practice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted: Meaningful overnight relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted any sass from you, I'd squeeze your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be tough if you're going to be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog ate your honor student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 things in life that are certain: Taxes, bills, death, birth, and women always finding something to complain about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fat, I'm just fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could give up chocolate, but I'm no quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is like a computer.  Too much input and it will crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get lost in the past searching for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow your own dope...plant a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices in my head say you have a mental problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical experience is the emotional trauma of going through a foulup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS, Punish Men Severely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinky is using a feather, Perverted is using the whole chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the kind that is a blueprint for the making of an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of vision and talent, I just don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all men are fools, Some are single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who think you know everything are very annoying to those of us who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a vegetarian by choice - I don't love animals, I just hate vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the perfect body and it's in the trunk and beginning to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not speeding, I'm just flying low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it idiot proof and someone will make a better idiot.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** Edited** to add the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-113824890590672257?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/113824890590672257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=113824890590672257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/113824890590672257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/113824890590672257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/slogan-of-day.html' title='Slogan of the Day'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6213991654487732506</id><published>2007-03-12T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T06:04:17.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cnsnews.com/cartoon/nowakimages/2007/25-Years.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070308/arial.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/wright.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/stein.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu11.webshots.com/image/10410/2004024979418821234_rs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/kelley.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/corky.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img175.imageshack.us/img175/7479/demscutandrunrk0.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.townhall.com/Townhall/Car/b/PN031207.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.creators.com/comics/37/3089_image.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/walthandelsman.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/benson.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu09.webshots.com/image/13528/2002675927235650753_rs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070309/schorr.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photopile.com/photos/dead/auctions/285035.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL &amp; HILLARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Hillary are at the Red Sox-Yankees Game; sitting in the first row, with the Secret Service people directly behind them. One of the Secret Service guys leans forward and whispers something to Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Clinton stares at the guy, looks at Hillary, looks back at the agent, and swiftly shakes his head "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agent then says, "Mr. President, it was a unanimous request of the entire team, from the owner of the team to the bat boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill hesitates... but begins to change his mind when the agent tells him the fans would absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill shrugs his shoulders and! says, "Ho-Kay! If that is what the people really want. C'mere Hilly baby..." With that, Bill gets up, grabs Hillary by her collar and the seat of her pants, lifts her up, and tosses her right over the wall onto the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets up kicking, swearing, screaming, "Bill you freakin' asshole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd goes absolutely wild. Fans are jumping up and down, cheering, hooting and hollering, and high-fiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill is bowing, smiling and waving to the crowd. He leans over to the agent and says, "How about that! I would have never believed how much everyone would enjoy that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticing the agent has gone totally pale, he asks what is wrong. The agent replies, "Sir, I said they want you to throw out the First Pitch!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6213991654487732506?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6213991654487732506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6213991654487732506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6213991654487732506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6213991654487732506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/political-funnies_12.html' title='Political Funnies'/><author><name>D. 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Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8794081543776207352</id><published>2007-03-05T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:22:27.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>911 calls Thanks  (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" height="346" width="430"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="m=2002126026&amp;type=video" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8794081543776207352?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8794081543776207352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8794081543776207352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8794081543776207352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8794081543776207352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/911-calls-thanks-video.html' title='911 calls Thanks  (Video)'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5080616759727713907</id><published>2007-03-04T12:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:15:23.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Willie</title><content type='html'>A guy out on the golf course gets hit with a golf ball right in the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writhing in agony, he falls to the ground. As soon as he could manage, he took himself to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "How bad is it doc? .... I'm going on my honeymoon next week and my fiance is still a virgin ...in every way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told him, "I'll have to put your Willie in a splint to let it heal and keep it straight. It should be okay next week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took four tongue depressors and formed a neat little 4 sided splint, and taped it all together; ... an impressive work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy mentions none of this to his girl, marries her, and goes on their honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night in the motel room, she rips open her blouse to reveal her beautiful breasts. She said, "You're the first; no one has EVER touched these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately drops his pants and replies, ....."Look at this, ...still in the crate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5080616759727713907?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5080616759727713907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5080616759727713907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5080616759727713907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5080616759727713907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/honeymoon-willie.html' title='Honeymoon Willie'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-2544391868610414737</id><published>2007-03-04T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T11:39:31.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Military Sex</title><content type='html'>A group of military Officers are standing around talking when a Lieutenant said, "I feel that making love is 80% fun and 20% work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain responded by saying, "No, I think that making love is more work than that. I would say that it is 60% fun and 40% work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a Major says, "No, making love is definitely way more work than that. I would say that it is 20% fun and 80% work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all contemplating these revelations when a private walks by. The officers call the Private over to ask his opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Major says, "Excuse me, Private, we are having a discussion and would like your input. The Lieutenant says that making love is 80% fun and 20% work. The Captain says that making love is 60% fun and 40% work. I say that making love is 20% fun and 80% work. Private, what is your opinion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Private smiles and says, "Sir, you are all wrong. Making love must be 100% fun because if there was any work involved, you would have the enlisted men doing it for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-2544391868610414737?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2544391868610414737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=2544391868610414737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2544391868610414737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2544391868610414737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/military-sex.html' title='Military Sex'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4448165514192163661</id><published>2007-03-03T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:52:30.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070227/beeler.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kollinger.com/_toons/protest.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.registeredmedia.com/gallery/files/4/obama-tickleme_original.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070227/summers.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.mac.com/ryskind/iWeb/Site/Fresh%20Meat/38A5E50A-B2F7-485B-9098-C06634617C4B_files/King%20of%20the%20Globe%20rbg.png" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070301/lester.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kollinger.com/_toons/edwards.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.townhall.com/Townhall/Car/b/PN030507.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nctimes.com/content/articles/2007/02/28/opinion/cartoon/thornhill/thornhill022807.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/wright.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4448165514192163661?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4448165514192163661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4448165514192163661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4448165514192163661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4448165514192163661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/political-funnies_03.html' title='Political Funnies'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1066323079027695664</id><published>2007-03-03T06:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:33:02.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woo-Woo Boy of Lyndhurst (Video)</title><content type='html'>All I can say is WOW!  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XwVZZr1dzI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4XwVZZr1dzI" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1066323079027695664?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1066323079027695664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1066323079027695664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1066323079027695664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1066323079027695664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/woo-woo-boy-of-lyndhurst.html' title='The Woo-Woo Boy of Lyndhurst (Video)'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8031483144365019035</id><published>2007-03-02T05:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:11:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.townhall.com/Townhall/Car/b/gm070227.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/ramirez.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/varvel.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.townhall.com/Townhall/Car/b/tmwst070228.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.townhall.com/Townhall/Car/b/gm070228.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/deering.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/kelley.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8031483144365019035?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8031483144365019035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8031483144365019035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8031483144365019035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8031483144365019035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/political-funnies.html' title='Political Funnies'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-653664211079742810</id><published>2007-03-01T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:32:11.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3244/gamble1pt7.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070226/payne.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070227/bish.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drybonesproject.com/blog/D07304_1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu16.webshots.com/image/10255/2003524594700572801_rs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070226/britt.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu39.webshots.com/image/12758/2005157365182360907_rs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i9.tinypic.com/4bo03tv.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.washtimes.com/photos/full/20070226-102928-1317.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/9112/frisite1205om4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uclick.com/feature/07/02/26/po070226.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070227/marlette.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.seadogbytes.com/sbimages/AlgoreForPresLMAO_3a.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v204/potlatch/oscarGore.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.tinypic.com/40libs4.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img378.imageshack.us/img378/9913/gorefootprintgh4.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aycu24.webshots.com/image/11863/2003865988052270357_rs.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070227/ramsey.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cagle.msnbc.com/working/070228/ohman.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img58.imageshack.us/img58/5571/1hereef3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-653664211079742810?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/653664211079742810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=653664211079742810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/653664211079742810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/653664211079742810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/political-funnies_02.html' title='Political Funnies'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i9.tinypic.com/4bo03tv_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3232703657819214248</id><published>2007-03-01T05:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:22:04.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men and they put money in his&lt;br /&gt;underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money." The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Justin aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?" "No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3232703657819214248?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3232703657819214248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3232703657819214248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3232703657819214248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3232703657819214248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>D. 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A few nights later, his&lt;br /&gt;buddy Dave awoke to the sound of John's voice from beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"John is that you?" Dave asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's me," John replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is unbelievable" Dave exclaimed. " So tell me, is there baseball&lt;br /&gt;in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I have some good news and some bad news for you. 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Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5293120119244015758</id><published>2007-02-19T05:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T03:48:29.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A Woman's Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like the casserole&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't like my cake&lt;br /&gt;He said my biscuits were too hard&lt;br /&gt;Not like his mother used to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't perk the coffee right&lt;br /&gt;He didn't like the stew&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mend his socks&lt;br /&gt;The way his mother used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for an answer&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a clue&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him......just&lt;br /&gt;Like his mother used to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5293120119244015758?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5293120119244015758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5293120119244015758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5293120119244015758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5293120119244015758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/02/one-for-girls.html' title='One for the Girls'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4698636651222362290</id><published>2007-02-19T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T11:04:42.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Watch People Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBcu41pQqlg" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RBcu41pQqlg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4698636651222362290?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4698636651222362290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4698636651222362290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4698636651222362290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4698636651222362290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-go-watch-people-fish.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Watch People Fish'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5516277717261835021</id><published>2007-02-14T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:08:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A VALENTINES DAY STORY</title><content type='html'>Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish," she asks,"will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's father thinks a bit, then says "No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a Valentine to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Osama Bin Laden," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Osama Bin Laden," her father asks in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she says, "I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a Valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent Valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with new found pride. "Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," Melissa says, "and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could shoot that SOB!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5516277717261835021?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5516277717261835021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5516277717261835021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5516277717261835021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5516277717261835021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-story.html' title='A VALENTINES DAY STORY'/><author><name>D. 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"Dublin," comes the reply. "I can't believe it," says the first man. "I'm from Dublin too! Let's have another drink to Dublin." "Of course," replies the second man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity again strikes and the first man asks: "What school did you go to?" "Saint Mary's," replies the second man. "I graduated in '62." "This is unbelievable!" the first man says. "I went to Saint Mary's and I graduated in '62, too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that time in comes one of the regulars and sits down at the bar. "What's been going on?" he asks the bartender. "Nothing much," replies the bartender. 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I'm ahead 14 to 7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, "Touchdown, tie score."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Field goal, I lead 17 to 14." Now the pressure is on the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard. Since&lt;br /&gt;defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got, and&lt;br /&gt;accidentally sh!ts in the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife says, "What the hell was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says, "Half time, switch sides"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3808031268547323569?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3808031268547323569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3808031268547323569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3808031268547323569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3808031268547323569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/02/fart-football.html' title='Fart Football'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116920221434490441</id><published>2007-01-19T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T05:23:34.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 funny commercials</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-7395901512116071571&amp;hl=en" flashvars="autoplay="&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116920221434490441?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116920221434490441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116920221434490441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116920221434490441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116920221434490441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-funny-commercials.html' title='4 funny commercials'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116920170776969919</id><published>2007-01-19T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T05:15:08.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=3710254146699376747&amp;hl=en" flashvars="autoplay="&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116920170776969919?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116920170776969919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116920170776969919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116920170776969919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116920170776969919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-dog.html' title='Bad Dog'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116894965311822416</id><published>2007-01-16T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:14:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Harassment Training</title><content type='html'>Heres everyone sexual harassment training video. Don't forget to take notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QOspidd7ko"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal"  allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QOspidd7ko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116894965311822416?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116894965311822416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116894965311822416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116894965311822416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116894965311822416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/sexual-harassment-training.html' title='Sexual Harassment Training'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116834508894604227</id><published>2007-01-09T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:18:09.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Italian men</title><content type='html'>On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an Italian man stands up in the rear of the jet. He is gorgeous: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt... one button at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens his shirt... muscles ripple across his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gasps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches her and whispers, "I can make you feel like a woman." He rips off his shirt and tosses it at her feet. "Iron that, and get me something to eat..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116834508894604227?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116834508894604227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116834508894604227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116834508894604227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116834508894604227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/01/italian-men.html' title='Italian men'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116756109857504270</id><published>2006-12-31T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T05:31:45.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Alcohol, You'll Love This</title><content type='html'>Dear Alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp; foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My&lt;br /&gt;friend--you always seem to be there when needed; the perfect&lt;br /&gt;post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is&lt;br /&gt;important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of&lt;br /&gt;substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call my ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with WINE &amp; topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls &amp; chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need&lt;br /&gt;to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black &amp; blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, &amp; aspirin prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn), the hangover should be minimal &amp; in no way interfere with my next-day activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now &amp; would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue&lt;br /&gt;this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances&lt;br /&gt;above &amp; address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday, 3:00 pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions &amp; hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Your Biggest Fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Innovative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Preliminary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Proliferation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Specificity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. British Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Passive-aggressive disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nope, no more beer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116756109857504270?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116756109857504270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116756109857504270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116756109857504270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116756109857504270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-you-love-alcohol-youll-love-this.html' title='If You Love Alcohol, You&apos;ll Love This'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5972607587670114197</id><published>2006-12-24T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:14:55.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying The Right Thing</title><content type='html'>Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had to force himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in Lipstick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favorite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Jack asks, "Son... What happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh THAT! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Coffee Table $239.99 Hot Breakfast $4.20 Two Aspirins $.38 Saying the right thing, at the right time. . . PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5972607587670114197?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5972607587670114197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5972607587670114197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5972607587670114197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5972607587670114197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/12/saying-right-thing.html' title='Saying The Right Thing'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-407974398336381938</id><published>2006-12-20T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:34:00.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Workout (Video)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX085X4CS_Y&amp;autoplay=1" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MX085X4CS_Y&amp;autoplay=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-407974398336381938?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/407974398336381938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=407974398336381938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/407974398336381938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/407974398336381938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-for-workout-video.html' title='Time For A Workout (Video)'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-116351088970342104</id><published>2006-11-14T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T08:28:10.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING HUMOR</title><content type='html'>What key has legs and can't open doors?&lt;br /&gt;A TurKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gobbler said, "Doctor, help me! I can't stop acting like a turkey!"&lt;br /&gt;"I see," said the doctor. "How long have you had this problem?"&lt;br /&gt;"Let me think a second. Mom laid the egg in 1954..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the mother turkey say to her disobedient children?&lt;br /&gt;If your father could see you now, he'd turn over in his gravy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?&lt;br /&gt;Pilgrims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the turkey cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;It was the chicken's day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Pilgrims were alive today, what would they be most famous for?&lt;br /&gt;Their AGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you take a turkey to church?&lt;br /&gt;Because they use such FOWL language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the feathers on a turkey's wings called?&lt;br /&gt;Turkey feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best dance to do on Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;The turkey trot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a turkey jump higher than the Empire State Building?&lt;br /&gt;Yes - a building can't jump at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you cross a turkey with an octopus?&lt;br /&gt;Enough drumsticks for Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you make a turkey float?&lt;br /&gt;You need 2 scoops of ice cream, some root beer, and a turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music did the Pilgrims like?&lt;br /&gt;Plymouth Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which side of the turkey has the most feathers?&lt;br /&gt;The outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did they let the turkey join the band?&lt;br /&gt;Because he had the drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the police arrest the turkey?&lt;br /&gt;They suspected it of fowl play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the key to a great Thanksgiving dinner?&lt;br /&gt;The turKEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the turkey say before it was roasted?&lt;br /&gt;Boy! I'm stuffed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the first corn come from?&lt;br /&gt;The stalk brought it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the Indian chief wear so many feathers?&lt;br /&gt;To keep his wigwam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the Pilgrim who was shot at by an Indian?&lt;br /&gt;He had an arrow escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the Mayflower show that it liked America?&lt;br /&gt;It hugged the shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-116351088970342104?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/116351088970342104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=116351088970342104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116351088970342104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/116351088970342104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-humor.html' title='THANKSGIVING HUMOR'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5789608754316098084</id><published>2006-10-28T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:45:13.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Little Animals</title><content type='html'>You've got to love this little girl. What a fine woman / wife she'll make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said, "All I want&lt;br /&gt;out of life is four little animals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Really, and what four little animals would that be sugar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a&lt;br /&gt;tiger in my bed and of course, I'll need a jackass to pay for all of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5789608754316098084?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5789608754316098084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5789608754316098084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5789608754316098084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5789608754316098084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/four-little-animals.html' title='Four Little Animals'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4626302551457232509</id><published>2006-10-27T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:43:05.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat cat heaven</title><content type='html'>A cat dies and goes to Heaven. God meets him at the gate&lt;br /&gt;and says, "You've been a good cat all of these years.&lt;br /&gt;Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats says, "Well, I lived all my life with a poor&lt;br /&gt;family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, "Say no more." And instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, 6 mice are killed in a tragic accident&lt;br /&gt;and they go to Heaven. God meets them at the gate with&lt;br /&gt;the same offer that He made the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mice said, "All our lives we've had to run. We've been&lt;br /&gt;chased by cats, dogs and even women with brooms. If we could&lt;br /&gt;only have a pair of roller skates, we wouldn't have to run anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, 'Say no more.' And instantly,&lt;br /&gt;each mouse is fitted with a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;pair of tiny roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, God decides to check and see how the&lt;br /&gt;cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow.&lt;br /&gt;God gently wakes him and asks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you doing? Are you happy here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat yawns and stretches and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I've never been happier in my life. And those&lt;br /&gt;Meals on Wheels you've been sending over are the best."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4626302551457232509?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4626302551457232509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4626302551457232509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4626302551457232509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4626302551457232509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/fat-cat-heaven.html' title='Fat cat heaven'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8087866918389824204</id><published>2006-10-26T05:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T05:34:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba and his Catholic neighbors</title><content type='html'>Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But, all of Bubba's neighbors were Catholic....And since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating meat on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.&lt;br /&gt;The Priest came to visit Bubba, and suggested that he become a Catholic. After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass.....and as the priest sprinkled holy water over him, he said, "You were born a Baptist, and raised a Baptist, but now you are a Catholic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba's neighbors were greatly relieved, until Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;The Priest was called immediately by the neighbors, and, as he rushed into Bubba's yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat and chanted: "You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you is a catfish."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8087866918389824204?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8087866918389824204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8087866918389824204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8087866918389824204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8087866918389824204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/bubba-and-his-catholic-neighbors.html' title='Bubba and his Catholic neighbors'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3752390305163203081</id><published>2006-10-25T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:32:19.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chores</title><content type='html'>A little boy comes downstairs for breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he has done his chores. "Not yet," said the little boy. His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to feed the chickens, but he's a little resentful, so he kicks a chicken. He feeds the cows, and he kicks a cow. He feeds the pigs, and he kicks a pig. He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come I don't get any eggs and bacon, and why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?" he asks. “Well," his mother says, "I saw you kick a chicken, so you don't get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon for a week either. I saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren't getting any milk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the boy's father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat half way across the kitchen. The little boy looks up at his mother with a wicked smile and says, "You going to tell him, or should I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3752390305163203081?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3752390305163203081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3752390305163203081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3752390305163203081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3752390305163203081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/chores.html' title='Chores'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8567459197941401141</id><published>2006-10-25T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:11:49.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those damn Blondes!</title><content type='html'>THE PLANE IS ON ITS WAY TO HOUSTON WHEN A BLONDE IN ECONOMY CLASS GETS UP AND MOVES TO THE FIRST CLASS SECTION AND SITS DOWN. THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT WATCHES HER DO THIS AND ASKS TO SEE HER TICKET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE THEN TELLS THE BLONDE THAT SHE PAID FOR ECONOMY CLASS AND THAT SHE WILL HAVE TO SIT IN THE BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT GOES INTO THE COCKPIT AND TELLS THE PILOT AND THE CO-PILOT THAT THERE IS A BLONDE SITTING IN FIRST CLASS THAT BELONGS IN ECONOMY BUT WOULDN'T MOVE BACK TO HER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CO-PILOT GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND TRIES TO EXPLAIN THAT BECAUSE SHE ONLY PAID FOR ECONOMY SHE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE AND RETURN TO HER SEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CO-PILOT TELLS THE PILOT THAT HE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE THE POLICE WAITING WHEN THEY LAND TO ARREST THIS BLONDE WOMAN WHO WON'T LISTEN TO REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PILOT SAYS, "YOU SAY SHE IS A BLONDE? I'LL HANDLE THIS. I'M MARRIED TO A BLONDE. I SPEAK BLONDE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND WHISPERS IN HER EAR, AND SHE SAYS, "OH, I'M SORRY." THEN SHE GETS UP AND GOES BACK TO HER SEAT IN ECONOMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT AND CO-PILOT ARE AMAZED AND ASKED HIM WHAT HE SAID TO MAKE HER MOVE WITHOUT ANY FUSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD HER, "FIRST CLASS ISN'T GOING TO HOUSTON."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8567459197941401141?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8567459197941401141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8567459197941401141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8567459197941401141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8567459197941401141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/those-damn-blondes.html' title='Those damn Blondes!'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6696172044775761300</id><published>2006-10-24T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:43:00.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey. He orders  a drink and while he's drinking, the monkey jumps all around he place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them, then grabs some sliced limes and eats them, then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone's amazement, somehow he swallows it whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says "No, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table whole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy, "He eats everything in sight, the little pig. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff. "He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it. Then the monkey finds a peanut, and again sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender is disgusted. "Did you see what your  monkey did now? he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, what?" replies the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry and a peanut up his butt, pulled them out, and ate them!" said the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he had to pass that cue ball, he measures everything first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6696172044775761300?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6696172044775761300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6696172044775761300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6696172044775761300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6696172044775761300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/guy-walks-into-bar-with-his-pet-monkey.html' title='A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8298426972678328073</id><published>2006-10-24T05:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:07:04.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming out of the closet</title><content type='html'>A gay guy, finally deciding he could no longer hide his sexuality from his parents, went over to their house, and found his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. He sat down at the kitchen table, let out a big sigh, and said, "Mum, I have something to tell you: I'm gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother made no reply or gave any response, and the guy was about to repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from the pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay, doesn't that mean you have oral sex with other men?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Mum, that's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother went back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around and WHACKED him over the head with her spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about the taste of my cooking again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8298426972678328073?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8298426972678328073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8298426972678328073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8298426972678328073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8298426972678328073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/coming-out-of-closet.html' title='Coming out of the closet'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4603508596910934592</id><published>2006-10-23T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:54:20.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Rednecks... here's what Jeff Foxworthy has to say on New Englanders</title><content type='html'>If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through 36 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping it will swim by, you might live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights each year because Mt. Washington is the coldest spot in the nation, and Boston gets more snow than any other majority in the US, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you instinctively walk like a penguin for six months out of the year, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance, and they don't work there, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE A NEW ENGLANDER WHEN: "Vacation" means going anywhere south of New York City for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You measure distance in hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know several people who have hit a deer more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have switched from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day, and back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend/wife knows how to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of creative landscaping is a statue of a deer next to your blue spruce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Down South" to you means Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have more miles on your snow blower than your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find 10 degrees "a little chilly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4603508596910934592?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4603508596910934592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4603508596910934592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4603508596910934592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4603508596910934592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/forget-rednecks-heres-what-jeff.html' title='Forget Rednecks... here&apos;s what Jeff Foxworthy has to say on New Englanders'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8954663556766877405</id><published>2006-10-23T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:41:20.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get the license to that truck?</title><content type='html'>"A U.S. Marine squad was marching north of Fallujah when they came upon an Iraqi terrorist, badly injured and unconscious. On the opposite side of the road was an American Marine in a similar but less serious state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine was conscious and alert and as first aid was given to both men, the squad leader asked the injured Marine what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Marine reported, "I was heavily armed and moving north along the highway here, and coming south was a heavily armed insurgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw each other and both took cover in the ditches along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I yelled to him that Saddam Hussein is a miserable, lowlife scumbag, and he yelled back that Ted Kennedy is a good-for-nothing, fat, left wing liberal democrat drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I said that Osama Bin Ladin dresses and acts like a frigid, mean-spirited lesbian! He retaliated by yelling, Oh yeah? Well, so does Hillary Clinton!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, there we were, in the middle of the road, shaking hands, when a truck hit us.""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8954663556766877405?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8954663556766877405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8954663556766877405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8954663556766877405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8954663556766877405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-you-get-license-to-that-truck.html' title='Did you get the license to that truck?'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3681916563450727228</id><published>2006-10-22T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:58:01.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf's Worst Foursome</title><content type='html'>GOLF'S WORST FOURSOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MONICA LEWINSKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. O.J. SIMPSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TED KENNEDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BILL CLINTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY, YOU ASK? Well, you're going to love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MONICA IS A HOOKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. O.J. IS A SLICER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TED CAN'T DRIVE OVER WATER , AND. .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BILL CAN'T REMEMBER WHICH HOLE HE PLAYED LAST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3681916563450727228?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3681916563450727228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3681916563450727228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3681916563450727228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3681916563450727228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/03/golfs-worst-foursome.html' title='Golf&apos;s Worst Foursome'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3661871729759587550</id><published>2006-10-22T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:50:40.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mexican Bungee</title><content type='html'>Two guys are bungee-jumping one day. The first guy says to the second, "You know, we&lt;br /&gt;could make a lot of money running our own bungee-jumping service in Mexico, because labor is cheaper and so are the other costs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy thinks this is a great idea, so the two pool their money and buy everything they'll need - a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They travel to Mexico and begin to set up on the square. As they are constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble to see this new attraction. Slowly, more and more people gather to watch them at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to test their system, the first guy jumps. He bounces at the end of the cord, but when he comes back up, the second guy notices that he has a few cuts and scratches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the second guy isn't able catch him. He falls back toward the cheering crowd, bounces and comes back up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, he is bruised and bleeding. Again, the second guy misses him. The first guy falls again and bounces back up. This time, he comes back pretty messed up...he's got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the second guy finally catches him this time and says, "What happened? Was the cord too long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first guy says, "No, the" cord was fine, but what the" heck is a 'Pinata'?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3661871729759587550?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3661871729759587550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3661871729759587550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3661871729759587550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3661871729759587550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/mexican-bungee.html' title='The Mexican Bungee'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6977159442801372750</id><published>2006-10-21T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:53:29.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pun A Day</title><content type='html'>* I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Police were called to a daycare where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* To write with a broken pencil is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The short fortune teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A thief fell and broke his leg in wet cement. He became a hardened criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thieves who steal corn from a garden could be charged with stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We'll never run out of math teachers because they always multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U C L A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The math professor went crazy with the blackboard. He did a number on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The professor discovered that her theory of earthquakes was on shaky ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The dead batteries were given out free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you take a laptop computer for a run you could jog your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two-tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6977159442801372750?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6977159442801372750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6977159442801372750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6977159442801372750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6977159442801372750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/pun-day.html' title='A Pun A Day'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6643271639066583131</id><published>2006-10-21T05:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:25:58.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Blonde Was She?</title><content type='html'>She was Soooooooo Blonde ...&lt;br /&gt;* She thought a quarterback was a refund.&lt;br /&gt;* She thought General Motors was in the army.&lt;br /&gt;* She thought Meow Mix was a CD for cats.&lt;br /&gt;* She thought Boyz II Men was a day care center.&lt;br /&gt;* At the bottom of an application where it says 'Sign here:'&lt;br /&gt;She wrote "Sagittarius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Was Soooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;* She took the ruler to bed to see how long she slept.&lt;br /&gt;* She sent a fax with a stamp on it.&lt;br /&gt;* Under "education" on her job application,&lt;br /&gt;She put "Hooked On Phonics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Sooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;* She tripped over a cordless phone.&lt;br /&gt;* She spent 20 minutes looking at the orange juice can because it said&lt;br /&gt;"Concentrate."&lt;br /&gt;* She told me to meet her&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of "WALK" and "DON'T WALK."&lt;br /&gt;* She tried to put M&amp;M's in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Soooooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;* She studied for a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;* She sold the car for gas money.&lt;br /&gt;* When she missed bus #44 she took bus #22 twice instead.&lt;br /&gt;* When she went to the airport and saw a sign that said, "Airport Left," she&lt;br /&gt;turned around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Was Sooooooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;* When she heard that 90% of all crimes occur&lt;br /&gt;Around the home, she moved.&lt;br /&gt;* She thought if she spoke her mind, she'd be speechless.&lt;br /&gt;* She thought that she could not use her AM radio&lt;br /&gt;In the evening.&lt;br /&gt;* She had a shirt that said "TGIF," which she thought stood for "This Goes&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;Front."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY PERSONAL FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sooooooooooooooooo Blonde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks Taco Bell is the Mexican phone company&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6643271639066583131?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6643271639066583131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6643271639066583131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6643271639066583131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6643271639066583131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-blonde-was-she.html' title='How Blonde Was She?'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8758847669403655370</id><published>2006-10-20T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:22:07.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Sailor</title><content type='html'>Ray, an old retired sailor, puts on his old uniform and heads for&lt;br /&gt;the docks once more, for old times sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He engages a prostitute and takes her up to a room.&lt;br /&gt;He's soon going at it as well as he can for a guy his age, but&lt;br /&gt;needing some reassurance, he asks, "How am I doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prostitute replies, "Well Ray, old sailor, you're doing&lt;br /&gt;about three knots."&lt;br /&gt;"Three knots?" he asks. "What's that supposed to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "You're knot hard, you're knot in, and you're knot&lt;br /&gt;getting your money back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8758847669403655370?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8758847669403655370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8758847669403655370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8758847669403655370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8758847669403655370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/old-sailor.html' title='The Old Sailor'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-777965590136124254</id><published>2006-10-20T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:24:47.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I fired my secretary</title><content type='html'>Last week was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't feel very well&lt;br /&gt;waking up on that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went downstairs for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;hoping my wife would be pleasant&lt;br /&gt;and say, "Happy Birthday!", and&lt;br /&gt;possibly have a small present for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out,&lt;br /&gt;she barely said good morning,&lt;br /&gt;let alone "Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought...&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's marriage for you,&lt;br /&gt;but the kids...&lt;br /&gt;They will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids came bounding down stairs to&lt;br /&gt;breakfast and didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;So when I left for the office,&lt;br /&gt;I felt pretty low and somewhat despondent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into my office,&lt;br /&gt;my secretary Jane said,&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning Boss,&lt;br /&gt;and by the way Happy Birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;It felt a little better that at least someone had remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked until one o'clock,&lt;br /&gt;when Jane knocked on my door&lt;br /&gt;and said, "You know,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful day outside,&lt;br /&gt;and it is your Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;what do you say we go out to lunch,&lt;br /&gt;just you and me."&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Thanks, Jane,&lt;br /&gt;that's the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;I've heard all day.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't go&lt;br /&gt;where we normally would go.&lt;br /&gt;She chose instead a quiet bistro&lt;br /&gt;with a private table.&lt;br /&gt;We had two martinis each&lt;br /&gt;and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the office,&lt;br /&gt;Jane said, "You know,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a beautiful day...&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to go straight back to the office, Do We?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded,&lt;br /&gt;"I guess not. What do you have in mind?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Let's drop by my apartment,&lt;br /&gt;it's just around the corner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving at her apartment,&lt;br /&gt;Jane turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, if you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to step into the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;for just a moment.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right back."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," I nervously replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the bedroom and,&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of minutes,&lt;br /&gt;she came out carrying a huge birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers,&lt;br /&gt;all singing "Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just sat there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-777965590136124254?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/777965590136124254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=777965590136124254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/777965590136124254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/777965590136124254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html' title='Why I fired my secretary'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1519458149212908390</id><published>2006-10-19T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:48:04.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women drivers</title><content type='html'>I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out is window and gave the woman the finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man, that guy is stupid," I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive 48 miles each way every day to work. That's 96 miles each day. Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper. Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistically, females drive half of these. That's 18,000 women drivers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS. That's 642.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.&lt;br /&gt;That's 449.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide. That's 98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 34% describe men as their biggest problem. That's 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her the finger? I don't think so !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1519458149212908390?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1519458149212908390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1519458149212908390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1519458149212908390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1519458149212908390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/women-drivers.html' title='Women drivers'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-364394013953080716</id><published>2006-10-19T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T07:40:57.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An airplane was about to crash. There were 5 passengers on board, but only 4 parachutes</title><content type='html'>An airplane was about to crash. There were 5 passengers on board, but only 4 parachutes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st passenger said, "I am Kobe Bryant, the best NBA basketball player.&lt;br /&gt;The Lakers need me, and I can't afford to die." So he took the 1st pack and left the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd passenger, Hillary Clinton said, "I am the wife of a former U.S. President, a NY State Senator and a potential future president. And I am the smartest woman in American history, so America 's people don't want me to die." She took the 2nd pack and jumped out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd passenger, Ted Kennedy said I am a US Senator, the Democratic Party needs me and my liver still has some good years left. So he grabbed the pack next to him and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th passenger, Billy Graham, said to the 5th passenger, a 10 year old schoolgirl, "I am old and frail and don't have many years left, and as a Christian I will sacrifice my life and let you have the last parachute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl said, "That's okay. There's a parachute left for you. America 's smartest woman took my schoolbag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-364394013953080716?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/364394013953080716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=364394013953080716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/364394013953080716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/364394013953080716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/airplane-was-about-to-crash-there-were.html' title='An airplane was about to crash. There were 5 passengers on board, but only 4 parachutes'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1427032272709325222</id><published>2006-10-18T05:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T05:02:19.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blonde and a Grenade</title><content type='html'>A. What do you do when a blonde throws a grenade at you?&lt;br /&gt;Q. Take the pin out and throw it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1427032272709325222?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1427032272709325222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1427032272709325222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1427032272709325222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1427032272709325222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/blonde-and-grenade.html' title='A Blonde and a Grenade'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-7853295063373960046</id><published>2006-10-18T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T04:59:39.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horseback riding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A blonde decides to try horseback&lt;br /&gt;riding, even though she has had no&lt;br /&gt;lessons or prior experience. She&lt;br /&gt;mounts the horse unassisted and&lt;br /&gt;the horse immediately springs&lt;br /&gt;into motion.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic&lt;br /&gt;pace, but the blonde begins to slip from&lt;br /&gt;the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the&lt;br /&gt;horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a&lt;br /&gt;firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around&lt;br /&gt;the horse's neck, but she slides down&lt;br /&gt;the side of the horse anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The horse gallops along, seemingly&lt;br /&gt;ignorant of its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde&lt;br /&gt;attempts to leap away from the horse and&lt;br /&gt;throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her&lt;br /&gt;foot becomes entangled in the stirrup,&lt;br /&gt;and she is now at the mercy of the horse's&lt;br /&gt;pounding hooves as her head is struck against&lt;br /&gt;the ground over and over. As her head is&lt;br /&gt;battered against the ground, she is mere&lt;br /&gt;moments away from unconsciousness when to&lt;br /&gt;her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart&lt;br /&gt;greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-7853295063373960046?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7853295063373960046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=7853295063373960046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7853295063373960046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7853295063373960046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/horseback-riding.html' title='Horseback riding'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-7064954380243475843</id><published>2006-10-17T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T05:00:58.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIC BEER</title><content type='html'>A lady walks into a bar and sees a really cute guy sitting at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes over and asks him what he is drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magic Beer", he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks he's a little crazy, so she walks around the bar, but after that there is no one else worth talking to, goes back to the man sitting at the bar and says, "That isn't really Magic Beer, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'll show you." He takes a drink of the beer, jumps out the window, flies around the building 3 times and comes back in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady can't believe it: "I bet you can't do that again." He takes another drink of beer, jumps out the window, flies around the building three times, and comes back in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so amazed that she says she wants a Magic Beer, so the guy says to the bartender, "Give her one of what I'm having."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets her drink, takes a gulp of the beer, jumps out the window, plummets 30 stories, breaks every bone in her body, and dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looks up at the guy and says, "You know, Superman, you're a real ASSHOLE when you're drunk!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-7064954380243475843?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7064954380243475843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=7064954380243475843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7064954380243475843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7064954380243475843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/magic-beer.html' title='MAGIC BEER'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5646988153929990813</id><published>2006-10-17T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:18:50.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dopey Dwarf</title><content type='html'>The Seven Dwarfs go to the Vatican, and because they are "the seven dwarfs"&lt;br /&gt;they get ushered into see the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopey leads the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dopey my son," says the Pope, "what can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopey asks, "Excuse me, Your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in&lt;br /&gt;Rome?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and&lt;br /&gt;answers, No Dopey, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background a few of the dwarfs begin giggling. Dopey turns around and&lt;br /&gt;gives them a glare, silencing them. Dopey turns back to face the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope, puzzled again, thinks for a moment and then answers, "No Dopey,&lt;br /&gt;there are no dwarf nuns in all of Europe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time all the other dwarfs burst into laughter. Once again, Dopey turns&lt;br /&gt;around and silences them all with an angry glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopey turns back to the Pope and says, "Mr. Pope,! are there ANY dwarf nuns&lt;br /&gt;in the whole world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope answers, "I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in&lt;br /&gt;The world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling, and laughing, pounding on&lt;br /&gt;the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks as they begin chanting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dopey screwed a penguin!"&lt;br /&gt;"Dopey screwed a penguin!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5646988153929990813?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5646988153929990813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5646988153929990813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5646988153929990813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5646988153929990813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/dopey-dwarf.html' title='Dopey Dwarf'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-2281172549909349748</id><published>2006-10-16T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:33:34.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are just evil!</title><content type='html'>Man: Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: So, what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I'm a female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: But would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could , I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: If I saw you , I'd probably die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Really, I'd put f and u together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-2281172549909349748?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2281172549909349748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=2281172549909349748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2281172549909349748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2281172549909349748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/women-are-just-evil.html' title='Women are just evil!'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-98999366707907307</id><published>2006-10-15T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:06:02.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bozo's Big Beautiful Ass</title><content type='html'>There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey. The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anywhere I go, she goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television. He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" replied Bozo. "How much do I have to pay?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One thousand dollars for the food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I haven't touched the food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was right there, so you should have. Two thousand dollars for the TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was there, so you should have. Five thousand for sleeping on the bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I slept on the floor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I didn't screw your donkey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was there. You should have!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-98999366707907307?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/98999366707907307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=98999366707907307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/98999366707907307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/98999366707907307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/bozos-big-beautiful-ass.html' title='Bozo&apos;s Big Beautiful Ass'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-7513042786247944155</id><published>2006-10-15T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T09:38:50.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dam</title><content type='html'>This is an actual letter sent to a man named Ryan DeVries by the Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Resources. This guy's response is hilarious, but read the State's letter before you get to the response letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. DeVries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to the attention of the Department of Environmental Resources that there has been recent unauthorized activity on the above referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal landowner and/or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction and maintenance of two wood debris dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A permit must be issued prior to the start of this type of activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A review of the Department's files shows that no permits have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity is in violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Department has been informed that one or both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris and flooding at downstream locations. We find that dams of this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted. The Department therefore orders you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming the dams from the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later than January 31, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notify this office when the restoration has been completed so that our staff may schedule a follow-up site inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We anticipate and would appreciate your full cooperation in this matter. Please feel free to contact me at this office if you have any questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;David L. Price&lt;br /&gt;District Representative, Water Management Division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the actual response sent back by Mr. DeVries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: DEQ File No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Price,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your certified letter dated 12/17/05 has been handed to me to respond to. I am the legal landowner but not the Contractor at 2088 Dagget Lane, Trout Run, Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of beavers are in the (State unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining two wood "debris" dams across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you call their skillful use of natures building materials "debris." I would like to challenge your department to attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first dam question to you is:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Are you trying to discriminate against my Spring Pond Beavers, or&lt;br /&gt;(2) Do you require all beavers throughout this State to conform to said dam request?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not discriminating against these particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I request completed copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued. Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several concerns. My first concern is, aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation --so the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event, causing flooding, is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling their dam names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the stream "restored" to a dam free-flow condition please contact the beavers -- but if you are going to arrest them, they obviously did not pay any attention to your dam letter, they being unable to read English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-7513042786247944155?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7513042786247944155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=7513042786247944155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7513042786247944155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7513042786247944155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/dam.html' title='The Dam'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-69073469225577778</id><published>2006-10-14T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:38:57.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work vs Prison</title><content type='html'>Just in case you ever get these two environments mixed up, this should make things a little bit clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON..........you spend the majority of your time in a 10X10 cell.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...........you spend the majority of your time in an 8X8 cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON........you get three meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK..........you get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON..........you get time off for good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...........you get more work for good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON..........the guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you .&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK..........you must often carry a security card and open all the doors for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON..........you can watch TV and play games.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...........you could get fired for watching TV and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON.........you get your own toilet.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK.........you have to share the toilet with some people who peed on the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON...........they allow your family and friends to visit.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK............you aren't even supposed to speak to your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON........all expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK..........you get to pay all your expenses to go to work, and they deduct taxes from your salary to pay for prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON..........you spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK ........ ..you spend most of your time wanting to get out and go inside bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN PRISON........ you must deal with sadistic wardens.&lt;br /&gt;AT WORK...........they are called managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get back to work. You're not getting paid to check emails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-69073469225577778?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/69073469225577778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=69073469225577778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/69073469225577778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/69073469225577778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/work-vs-prison.html' title='Work vs Prison'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8920925086450809113</id><published>2006-10-14T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:51:38.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick in School</title><content type='html'>According to a news report, a certain private&lt;br /&gt;school in Washington recently&lt;br /&gt;was faced with a unique problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of 12-year-old girls (and Kenny) were&lt;br /&gt;beginning to use lipstick&lt;br /&gt;and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine,&lt;br /&gt;but after they put on&lt;br /&gt;their lipstick they would press their lips to the&lt;br /&gt;mirror leaving dozens of&lt;br /&gt;little lip prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night the maintenance man would remove them&lt;br /&gt;and the next day the&lt;br /&gt;girls would put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to&lt;br /&gt;be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called all the girls to the bathroom and met&lt;br /&gt;them there with the&lt;br /&gt;maintenance man. She explained that all these lip&lt;br /&gt;prints were causing a&lt;br /&gt;major problem for the custodian who had to clean&lt;br /&gt;the mirrors every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean&lt;br /&gt;the mirrors, she asked&lt;br /&gt;the maintenance man to show the girls how much&lt;br /&gt;effort was required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in&lt;br /&gt;the toilet, and cleaned&lt;br /&gt;the mirror with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the&lt;br /&gt;mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are teachers, and then, there are educators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8920925086450809113?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8920925086450809113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8920925086450809113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8920925086450809113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8920925086450809113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/lipstick-in-school.html' title='Lipstick in School'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-2439765646991641929</id><published>2006-10-13T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:30:33.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New virus called WORK</title><content type='html'>There is a dangerous virus being passed around electronically, orally and by hand. This virus is called Worm-Overload-Recreational-Killer (WORK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive WORK from any of your colleagues, your boss, or anyone else via any means DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should come into contact with WORK, take two good friends to the nearest grocery store. Purchase the antidote known as Work-Isolating- Neutralizer-Extract (WINE) or Bothersome-Employer-Elimination-Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should forward this warning to 5 friends. If you do not have 5 friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-2439765646991641929?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2439765646991641929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=2439765646991641929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2439765646991641929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2439765646991641929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-virus-called-work.html' title='New virus called WORK'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1788233338477186697</id><published>2006-10-13T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:29:25.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UCLA Women's study</title><content type='html'>A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further studies are expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1788233338477186697?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1788233338477186697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1788233338477186697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1788233338477186697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1788233338477186697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/ucla-womens-study.html' title='UCLA Women&apos;s study'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-683460815171002863</id><published>2006-10-12T05:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:45:16.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MURPHY LAYS DOWN THE LAWS FOR COPS</title><content type='html'>The speed at which you respond to a fight call is inversely proportional to how long you've been a cop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear gas works on cops too, and regardless of wind direction, will always blow back in your face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High speed chases will always proceed from an area of light traffic to an area of extremely heavy traffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing a gun back in a shoulder holster with your finger on the trigger will cause you to walk with a limp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash suppressors don't really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have `cleared' all the rooms and met no resistance, you and your entry team have probably kicked in the door of the wrong house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a cop swings a baton in a fight, he will hit other cops more often than he will hit the bad guys he swings at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domestic arguments will always migrate from an area of few available weapons (living room), to an area with many available weapons (kitchen)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a civilian sees a blue light approaching at a high rate of speed, he will always pull into the lane the cop needs to use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drive your patrol car to the geometric center of the Gobi Desert, within five minutes some dumb civilian will pull along side you and ask for directions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never drive slow enough to please the citizens who don't need a cop, and you can never drive fast enough to please the ones who do. ...... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suspect with a rifle is a better shot than any cop with a pistol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From behind you, the bad guys can see your night sights as well as you can. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any call, there will always be more `bad guys' than there are good guys, and the farther away your back-up, the more there will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer you've been a cop, the shorter your flashlight and your temper gets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you are about to do, if there is a good chance it will get you killed, you probably shouldn't do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The better you do your job, the more likely you are to be shot, injured, complained on, sued, investigated, or subpoenaed on your day off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a large group of drunk bikers is "holed-up" in a house, the Department will send one officer in a beat car. If there is one biker "holed-up" in a house, they will send the entire S. W. A. T. Team...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The likelihood that you are speaking to an undercover law enforcement officer, is directly proportional to the number of personal questions being asked of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs do not see the badge as a person of authority, they see lunch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laser sights work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-683460815171002863?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/683460815171002863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=683460815171002863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/683460815171002863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/683460815171002863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/murphy-lays-down-laws-for-cops.html' title='MURPHY LAYS DOWN THE LAWS FOR COPS'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5011342734899816069</id><published>2006-10-12T05:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:10:11.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA all Males</title><content type='html'>Posted as a public service to all my male friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** WARNING ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReamXKYGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cEhnIEpzdFU/s1600-h/PSA+all+Males.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReamXKYGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cEhnIEpzdFU/s320/PSA+all+Males.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036896150113129458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5011342734899816069?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5011342734899816069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5011342734899816069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5011342734899816069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5011342734899816069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/psa-all-males.html' title='PSA all Males'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReamXKYGk_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/cEhnIEpzdFU/s72-c/PSA+all+Males.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4939191980444349548</id><published>2006-10-11T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:47:43.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Redneck man's pick-up line</title><content type='html'>1. Did you fart? *cause you blew me away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are yer parents retarded? * Cuz ya sure are special*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My love fer you is like diarrhea… * I can’t hold it in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a library card? * Cuz I’d like to sign you out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there a mirror in yer pants? *Cuz I can see myself in em *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you was a tree, I were a squirrel, * I’d store my nuts in yer hole *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You might not be the best looking girl here, * but beauty is only a light switch away *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Man: “Fat Penquin!”&lt;br /&gt;Woman: “WHAT?”&lt;br /&gt;Man: “ I just wanted to say something to break the ice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know I’m no Fred Flinstone, *but I bet I can make your bed rock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can’t find my puppy, can you help me find him? * I think he went into this cheap motel room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Yer eyes are as blue as window cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If yer gunna regret this in the morning, * we kin always sleep til afternoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST FOR LAST!……………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Yer face reminds me of a wrench, * every time I think of it my nuts tighten up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4939191980444349548?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4939191980444349548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4939191980444349548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4939191980444349548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4939191980444349548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/redneck-mans-pick-up-line.html' title='A Redneck man&apos;s pick-up line'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4744005500066410595</id><published>2006-10-11T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:15:34.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons Why a Rifle is Better than a Women</title><content type='html'>1. You can trade a .44 for two .22's.&lt;br /&gt;2. You can have a rifle at home and another for the road.&lt;br /&gt;3. If you admire your friends rifle and tell him so, he'll be impressed and let you try a few rounds with it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your primary weapon doesn't mind if you have a backup.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your rifle will stay with you even if your out of ammo.&lt;br /&gt;6. A rifle doesn't take up a lot of closet space.&lt;br /&gt;7. Rifles function normally everyday of the month.&lt;br /&gt;8. A rifle won't ask, "Do these hand grips make me look fat?"&lt;br /&gt;9. A rifle doesn't mind if you go to sleep after your done using it.&lt;br /&gt;10. You can buy a silencer for your rifle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4744005500066410595?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4744005500066410595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4744005500066410595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4744005500066410595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4744005500066410595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/10-reasons-why-rifle-is-better-than.html' title='10 Reasons Why a Rifle is Better than a Women'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1658415474812419697</id><published>2006-10-10T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:04:32.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bark</title><content type='html'>A mother mouse and a baby mouse are walking along, when all of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden, a cat attacks them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother mouse goes, "Bark" and the cat runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See?" says the mother mouse to her baby. "Now do you see why it's&lt;br /&gt;important to learn a foreign language?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1658415474812419697?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1658415474812419697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1658415474812419697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1658415474812419697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1658415474812419697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/bark.html' title='Bark'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-7227754390726666730</id><published>2006-10-10T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:17:36.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pharmacist</title><content type='html'>A lady walks into a drug store and tells the pharmacist she needs some&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist said, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady then explained she needed it to poison her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's eyes got big and he said, "Lord, have mercy - I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband! That's against the law! I'll lose my license, they'll throw both of us in jail and 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well, now. 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/18017046-7227754390726666730?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7227754390726666730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=7227754390726666730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7227754390726666730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7227754390726666730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/pharmacist.html' title='The Pharmacist'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4994397874250961055</id><published>2006-10-09T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:38:19.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish daughter</title><content type='html'>An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return,&lt;br /&gt;her father cussed her. "Where have ye been all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call?&lt;br /&gt;Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a&lt;br /&gt;prostitute...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner!&lt;br /&gt;You're a disgrace to this family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, dad -- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur&lt;br /&gt;coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate&lt;br /&gt;for $5 million. For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye&lt;br /&gt;daddy,the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked&lt;br /&gt;outside, plus a membership to the country club.... (takes a&lt;br /&gt;breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board&lt;br /&gt;my new yacht in the French Riviera, and....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a&lt;br /&gt;Protestant'. Come here and give yer old man a hug!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4994397874250961055?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4994397874250961055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4994397874250961055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4994397874250961055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4994397874250961055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/irish-daughter.html' title='An Irish daughter'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-423908881354571546</id><published>2006-10-09T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:20:17.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Alzheimer's</title><content type='html'>Murphy showed up at Mass one Sunday and the priest almost fell down when he saw him. Murphy had never been seen in church in his life. After Mass, the priest caught up with Murphy and said, "Murphy, I am so glad ya decided to come to Mass, what made ya come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy said, "I got to be honest with you Father, a while back, I misplaced me hat and I really, really love that hat. I know that McGlynn had a hat just like me hat, and I knew that McGlynn came to church every Sunday. I also knew that McGlynn had to take off his hat during Mass and figured he would leave it in the back of church. So, I was going to leave after Communion and steal McGlynn's hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest said, "Well, Murphy, I notice that ya didn't steal McGlynn's hat. What changed your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy said, "Well, after I heard your sermon on the 10 Commandments, I decided that I didn't need to steal McGlynn's hat after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest gave Murphy a big smile and said; "After I talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Steal' ya decided you would rather do without your hat than burn in Hell, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy slowly shook his head and said, "No, Father, after ya talked about 'Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery' I remembered where I left me hat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-423908881354571546?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/423908881354571546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=423908881354571546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/423908881354571546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/423908881354571546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/irish-alzheimers.html' title='Irish Alzheimer&apos;s'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3799801479747372851</id><published>2006-10-08T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:40:32.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Computers Are Down</title><content type='html'>The gals at work have a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfqaYGk9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Q6W18C_0kQ/s1600-h/Our+Computers+Are+Down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfqaYGk9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Q6W18C_0kQ/s320/Our+Computers+Are+Down.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035481409360663506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3799801479747372851?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3799801479747372851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3799801479747372851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3799801479747372851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3799801479747372851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-computers-are-down.html' title='Our Computers Are Down'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfqaYGk9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/6Q6W18C_0kQ/s72-c/Our+Computers+Are+Down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-2287435405345740698</id><published>2006-10-08T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:31:58.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's Application</title><content type='html'>This is an actual job application that a 17 year old boy submitted to McDonald's in Florida... and they hired him because he was so honest and funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: Greg Bulmash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX: Not yet. Still waiting for the right person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED POSITION: Company's President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SALARY: Less than I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a more intimate environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 LBS?: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing house Sweepstakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job no, on my breaks yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde super model who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: Yes. Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGN HERE: Aries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-2287435405345740698?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2287435405345740698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=2287435405345740698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2287435405345740698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2287435405345740698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/mcdonalds-application.html' title='McDonald&apos;s Application'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4647539784010505323</id><published>2006-10-07T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T03:00:05.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/llshJAPKDG4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/llshJAPKDG4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4647539784010505323?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4647539784010505323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4647539784010505323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4647539784010505323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4647539784010505323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-go-fishing.html' title='Let&apos;s go fishing'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6661932997458849878</id><published>2006-10-07T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:38:20.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day To Stay Home</title><content type='html'>Consider this weather before heading out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfJ6YGk8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3iVA0mF-My0/s1600-h/Good+Day+To+Stay+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfJ6YGk8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3iVA0mF-My0/s320/Good+Day+To+Stay+Home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035480851014915010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6661932997458849878?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6661932997458849878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6661932997458849878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6661932997458849878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6661932997458849878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-day-to-stay-home.html' title='Good Day To Stay Home'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGfJ6YGk8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3iVA0mF-My0/s72-c/Good+Day+To+Stay+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-5183647025251987335</id><published>2006-10-06T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:33:53.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News From Denmark</title><content type='html'>Unfortunate Accident in Kjellerups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGdvaYGk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEL1JwwEaD0/s1600-h/News+From+Denmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGdvaYGk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEL1JwwEaD0/s320/News+From+Denmark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035479296236753842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-5183647025251987335?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5183647025251987335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=5183647025251987335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5183647025251987335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/5183647025251987335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/news-from-denmark.html' title='News From Denmark'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReGdvaYGk7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/IEL1JwwEaD0/s72-c/News+From+Denmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-7967258740083434016</id><published>2006-10-06T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:15:54.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptight Colonel</title><content type='html'>A crusty old Marine Corps Colonel found himself at a gala event at a posh hotel, sponsored by a local liberal arts college. There was no shortage of extremely attractive, idealistic young women in attendance. One of them approached the colonel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me sir, but you seem to be a very serious man. Are you this way all the time? Or is there something that's bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm just serious by nature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking over the colonel's ribbons, the young lady said, "You seem to have seen a lot of action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, a lot of action," said the colonel rather curtly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding it hard work trying to start a conversation with the colonel, the young woman said, "You know, you should lighten up a little . . . relax and enjoy yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This didn't seem to move the colonel, who just looked at her very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated, the woman said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1955."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well no wonder you're the way you are! You really need to chill out a little and quit taking everything so seriously. I mean, no sex since 1955 is a little extreme!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so, it's only, 2130 now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-7967258740083434016?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7967258740083434016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=7967258740083434016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7967258740083434016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/7967258740083434016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/uptight-colonel.html' title='Uptight Colonel'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8396212825378184667</id><published>2006-10-05T05:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:47:48.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How fights get started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReLIqqYGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hb4ZyS_F8fA/s1600-h/How+fights+get+started.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReLIqqYGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hb4ZyS_F8fA/s320/How+fights+get+started.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035807968609080290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8396212825378184667?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8396212825378184667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8396212825378184667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8396212825378184667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8396212825378184667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-fights-get-started.html' title='How fights get started'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReLIqqYGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Hb4ZyS_F8fA/s72-c/How+fights+get+started.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3396126445407894441</id><published>2006-10-05T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:29:02.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Much Sugar</title><content type='html'>A fellow nurse at my hospital received a call from an anxious patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm diabetic and I'm afraid I've had too much sugar today." the caller said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you light-headed?" my colleague asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the caller answered, "I'm a brunette."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3396126445407894441?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3396126445407894441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3396126445407894441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3396126445407894441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3396126445407894441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-much-sugar.html' title='To Much Sugar'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-4898674345338651282</id><published>2006-10-04T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:24:54.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the home</title><content type='html'>While I was dining out with my children, a man came over to our table,&lt;br /&gt;and we started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked where my kids go to school. I told him we home-schooled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a raised eyebrow, he asked if my husband is the sole breadwinner&lt;br /&gt;for our family. I said, "No, I also work ... out of our home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, noticing our two-month-old son, he mentioned that his daughter&lt;br /&gt;had just had a baby, and he wondered what hospital our son was born&lt;br /&gt;in. "He was born at home," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked at me, then said, "Wow, you don't get out much, do&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-4898674345338651282?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4898674345338651282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=4898674345338651282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4898674345338651282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/4898674345338651282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/out-of-home.html' title='Out of the home'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3416782533160370596</id><published>2006-10-04T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:25:45.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde goes flying</title><content type='html'>A blonde went to a flight school insisting that she wanted to learn to fly. As all the planes were currently in use, the owner agreed to instruct her by radio on how to pilot the solo helicopter. He took her out, showed her how to start it and gave her the basics, and sent her on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she climbed 1000 feet, she radioed in. "I'm doing great! I love it! The view is so beautiful, and I'm starting to get the hang of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2000 feet, she radioed again, saying how easy it was to fly. The instructor watched her climb over 3000 feet, and was beginning to worry that she hadn't radioed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he watched in horror as she crashed about half a mile away. He ran over and pulled her from the wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he asked what happened, she said, "I don't know! Everything was going fine, but as I got higher, I was starting to get cold. I can barely remember anything after I turned off the big fan!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3416782533160370596?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3416782533160370596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3416782533160370596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3416782533160370596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3416782533160370596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/blonde-goes-flying.html' title='Blonde goes flying'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-860672296479131759</id><published>2006-10-03T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:12:42.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Label Instructions</title><content type='html'>In case you needed further proof that the Human Race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On a blanket from Taiwan - NOT TO BE USED AS PROTECTION FROM A TORNADO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On a helmet mounted mirror used by US cyclists - REMEMBER, OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ARE ACTUALLY BEHIND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. On a Taiwanese shampoo - USE REPEATEDLY FOR SEVERE DAMAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On the bottle-top of a (UK) flavored milk drink - AFTER OPENING, KEEP UPRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On a New Zealand insect spray - THIS PRODUCT NOT TESTED ON ANIMALS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In a US guide to setting up a new computer - TO AVOID CONDENSATION FORMING, ALLOW THE BOXES TO WARM UP TO ROOM TEMPERATURE BEFORE OPENING. (Sensible, but the instruction was INSIDE the box.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. On a Japanese product used to relieve painful hemorrhoids - LIE DOWN ON BED AND INSERT POSCOOL SLOWLY UP TO THE PROJECTED PORTION LIKE A SWORD-GUARD INTO ANAL DUCT. WHILE INSERTING POSCOOL FOR APPROXIMATELY 5 MINUTES, KEEP QUIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In some countries, on the bottom of Coke bottles - OPEN OTHER END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. On a packet of Sunmaid raisins - WHY NOT TRY TOSSING OVER YOUR FAVORITE BREAKFAST CEREAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. On a Sears hairdryer - DO NOT USE WHILE SLEEPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. On a bag of Fritos - YOU COULD BE A WINNER! NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. DETAILS INSIDE. (The shoplifter special!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. On a bar of Dial soap - DIRECTIONS - USE LIKE REGULAR SOAP. (And that would be how?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom of the box) - DO NOT TURN UPSIDE DOWN. (Too late! You lose!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Bread Pudding - PRODUCT WILL BE HOT AFTER HEATING. (Are you sure? Let's experiment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. On a Korean kitchen knife - WARNING: KEEP OUT OF CHILDREN. (Dammit! Who are they to tell me what to do with my kids?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. On a string of Chinese-made Christmas lights - FOR INDOOR OR OUTDOOR USE ONLY. (As opposed to use in outer space?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. On a Japanese food processor - NOT TO BE USED FOR THE OTHER USE. (Now I'm curious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. On Sainsbury's peanuts - WARNING - CONTAINS NUTS. (Really? Peanuts contain nuts?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. On an American Airlines packet of nuts INSTRUCTIONS - OPEN PACKET, EAT NUTS. (I'm glad they cleared that up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. On a Swedish chainsaw - DO NOT ATTEMPT TO STOP CHAIN WITH YOUR HANDS OR GENITALS. (What kind of consumer phone-call led to this warning?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. On a child's superman costume - WEARING OF THIS GARMENT DOES NOT ENABLE YOU TO FLY. (That's right, destroy a universal childhood fantasy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. On some frozen dinners: SERVING SUGGESTION: DEFROST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. On a hotel provided shower cap in a box: FITS ONE HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. On packaging for a Rowenta iron: DO NOT IRON CLOTHES ON BODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. On Boot's "Children's" cough medicine: DO NOT DRIVE CAR OR OPERATE MACHINERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. On Nightly sleep aid: WARNING: MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-860672296479131759?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/860672296479131759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=860672296479131759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/860672296479131759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/860672296479131759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/actual-label-instructions.html' title='Actual Label Instructions'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6582135737182594103</id><published>2006-10-03T05:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:15:32.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office Happenings</title><content type='html'>Quote from a recent meeting: "We are going to continue having these meetings, everyday, until I find out why no work is getting done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the Boss: "I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was&lt;br /&gt;going to blame it on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motivational sign at work: The beatings will continue until morale&lt;br /&gt;improves. A direct quote from the Boss: "We passed over a lot of good&lt;br /&gt;people to get the ones we hired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss frequently gets lost in thought. That's because it's&lt;br /&gt;unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss said to me "What you see as a glass ceiling, I see as a&lt;br /&gt;protective barrier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boss needs a surge protector. That way his mouth would be buffered&lt;br /&gt;from surprise spikes in his brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my Boss was an idiot, and quit, to work for myself. My new&lt;br /&gt;Boss is an idiot, too . but at least I respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given automobile accident victims new hope for recovery. He&lt;br /&gt;walks, talks and performs rudimentary tasks, all without the benefit&lt;br /&gt;of a spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people climb the ladder of success. My Boss walked under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the Boss after overriding the decision of a task force he&lt;br /&gt;created to find a solution: " I'm sorry if I ever gave you the&lt;br /&gt;impression your input would have any effect on my decision for the&lt;br /&gt;outcome of this project!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR Manager to job candidate "I see you've had no computer training.&lt;br /&gt;Although that qualifies you for upper management, it means you're&lt;br /&gt;under-qualified for our entry level positions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from telephone inquiry "We're only hiring one summer intern this&lt;br /&gt;year and we won't start interviewing candidates for that position&lt;br /&gt;until the Boss' daughter finishes her summer classes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6582135737182594103?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6582135737182594103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6582135737182594103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6582135737182594103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6582135737182594103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/office-happenings.html' title='The Office Happenings'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-8262094966177464744</id><published>2006-10-02T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:59:04.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Buddy</title><content type='html'>An out-of-towner drove his car into a ditch in a desolated area.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, a local farmer came to help with his big strong horse, named&lt;br /&gt;Buddy. He hitched Buddy up to the car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie,&lt;br /&gt;pull!" Buddy didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer hollered, "Pull, Buster, pull!" Buddy didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more the farmer commanded, "Pull, Coco, pull!" Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the farmer nonchalantly said, "Pull, Buddy, pull!" And the horse&lt;br /&gt;easily dragged the car out of the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorist was most appreciative and very curious. He asked the&lt;br /&gt;farmer why he called his horse by the wrong name three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Oh, Buddy is blind and if he thought he was the only&lt;br /&gt;one pulling, he wouldn't even try."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-8262094966177464744?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8262094966177464744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=8262094966177464744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8262094966177464744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/8262094966177464744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/pull-buddy.html' title='Pull Buddy'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-2458083221868585716</id><published>2006-10-02T04:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:19:06.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I've Seen Everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXNSdbYihBw&amp;autoplay=1" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rXNSdbYihBw&amp;autoplay=" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-2458083221868585716?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2458083221868585716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=2458083221868585716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2458083221868585716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/2458083221868585716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-ive-seen-everything.html' title='Now I&apos;ve Seen Everything...'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-6613149428043189887</id><published>2006-10-01T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T02:55:42.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MEN REALLY MEAN</title><content type='html'>"I'm going fishing."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."I'm going to drink myself dangerously stupid, and stand by a stream with a stick in my hand, while the fish swim by in complete safety."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"It's a guy thing."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"I can't find it."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh," "Sure, honey," or "Yes, dear."&lt;br /&gt;Really means....Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned response.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"It would take too long to explain."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."I have no idea how it works.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"I was listening to you. It's just that I have things on my mind."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."I was wondering if that redhead over there is wearing a bra."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Take a break, honey, you're working too hard."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."I can't hear the football over the vacuum cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"That's interesting, dear."&lt;br /&gt;Really means... "Are you still talking?"&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"It's a really good movie."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."It's got guns, knives, fast cars, and beautiful women."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"That's women's work."&lt;br /&gt;Really means..."I'm difficult, dirty, and thankless."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"You know how bad my memory is."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."I remember the theme song to 'MASH', the address of the first girl I ever kissed and the number plate of every car I've ever owned, but I forgot your birthday."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't fuss. I just cut myself, it's no big deal."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."I have actually severed a limb, but will bleed to death before I admit I'm hurt."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I've got my reasons for what I'm doing."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."And I sure hope I think of some pretty soon."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."What did you catch me at?"&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"You know I could never love anyone else."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."I am used to the way you yell at me, and realize it could be worse."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"You look terrific."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."Oh, God, please don't try on one more outfit. I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not lost. I know exactly where we are."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."No one will ever see us alive again."&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"We share the housework."&lt;br /&gt;Really means...."I make the messes, she cleans them up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-6613149428043189887?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6613149428043189887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=6613149428043189887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6613149428043189887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/6613149428043189887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-men-really-mean.html' title='WHAT MEN REALLY MEAN'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-956111094769368892</id><published>2006-10-01T05:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:14:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;One rainy evening, my husband, John, and I emerged from a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;only to find that he had locked the keys in the car. He insisted he&lt;br /&gt;could open the door with a wire coat hanger, so we went back to the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant to get one. There were none to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John then ran to a department store a quarter-mile away and returned&lt;br /&gt;with a hanger. After a few attempts, he got the door open and we&lt;br /&gt;climbed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat there, soaked and cold, John stuck the hanger under his&lt;br /&gt;seat. With a smug grin, he said, "Now if this ever happens again, I'll&lt;br /&gt;have one."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-956111094769368892?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/956111094769368892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=956111094769368892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/956111094769368892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/956111094769368892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/10/planning-ahead.html' title='Planning Ahead'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3251371701369369724</id><published>2006-09-30T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T03:39:49.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Who's Line Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object enablejsurl="false" enablehref="false" saveembedtags="true" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwQnlZIAfg4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LwQnlZIAfg4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allownetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableJSURL" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableHREF" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="saveEmbedTags" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-3251371701369369724?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3251371701369369724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3251371701369369724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3251371701369369724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3251371701369369724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/09/funniest-whos-line-ever.html' title='Funniest Who&apos;s Line Ever'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-3644421110210850133</id><published>2006-09-30T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:16:58.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance and Shadows</title><content type='html'>Fun experimenting with your shadow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReF98qYGk1I/AAAAAAAAADk/-6iVZOamZ8k/s1600-h/Romance+and+Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9fqhqeWE6zc/ReF98qYGk1I/AAAAAAAAADk/-6iVZOamZ8k/s320/Romance+and+Shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035444339497931602" 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/18017046-3644421110210850133?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3644421110210850133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=3644421110210850133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3644421110210850133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/3644421110210850133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/09/romance-and-shadows.html' title='Romance and Shadows'/><author><name>D. 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Afterward he asked her how she liked the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I liked it, but I couldn't understand why they were killing each other for 25 cents," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, everyone kept yelling, get the quarter back."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-9012869911563501008?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9012869911563501008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=9012869911563501008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/9012869911563501008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/9012869911563501008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-football-game.html' title='First Football Game'/><author><name>D. Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09856662517903650860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://img505.imageshack.us/img505/383/lkddx3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18017046.post-1162430446318808030</id><published>2006-09-29T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T07:12:44.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;The newly wed wife said to her husband when he returned from work, "I&lt;br /&gt;have great news for you. Pretty soon we're going to be three in this&lt;br /&gt;house instead of two."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband started glowing with happiness and kissing his wife said,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh darling, I'm the happiest man in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she said, "I'm glad that you feel that way because tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;morning my mother moves in with us."&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1162430446318808030?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1162430446318808030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1162430446318808030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1162430446318808030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1162430446318808030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/09/family-of-three.html' title='Family of Three'/><author><name>D. 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"Don't be in a rush to put the lantern down... I&lt;br /&gt;think there's yet another wee one to come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered another little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, don't be in a great hurry to be putting down that lantern,&lt;br /&gt;young man... It seems there's yet another one besides," cried the&lt;br /&gt;doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment and asked the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;"Do ye think it's der light that's attractin' em?"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18017046-1754273439076422223?l=jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1754273439076422223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18017046&amp;postID=1754273439076422223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1754273439076422223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18017046/posts/default/1754273439076422223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokestomakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2006/09/labor.html' title='Labor'/><author><name>D. 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