<?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-5369932579559283405</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:04:16.745-07:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='Legal'/><category term='Computers and Technology'/><category term='Philosopher'/><category term='Christmas Jokes'/><category term='Stewardees'/><category term='Animal Jokes'/><category term='Health Jokes'/><category term='Sports Jokes'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Funeral'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Animals'/><category term='Husbands and Wives'/><category term='Joke Mama Yo'/><category term='Political Jokes'/><category term='Fishing Jokes'/><category term='Dirty Jokes'/><category term='Women'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Naughty'/><category term='Priests and Nuns'/><category term='Peope'/><category term='People'/><category term='Celebrity Jokes'/><category term='Inspiring Stories'/><category term='Medicine'/><category term='Adults'/><category term='Children&apos;s Jokes'/><category term='Bar Jokes'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='Militay Jokes'/><category term='Privacy Policy'/><category term='Musician'/><category term='School Jokes'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Office Jokes'/><category term='For Adults Only'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Doctors Jokes'/><category term='Food Jokes'/><title type='text'>Jokingly Yours</title><subtitle type='html'>Sincerely funny
Funny Jokes, Adult Jokes, SMS Jokes, Text Messages</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6403838912385311012</id><published>2009-10-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:39:57.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Watch UFC 104 live stream free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watch UFC 104 live stream&lt;/span&gt; for free? We all want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watch ufc 104 live streaming free online&lt;/span&gt;, but the big question is if it's possible? Is it possible to watch ufc 104 live stream free, yes zero cost online?  The answer is  yes and no. Yes because some people, some website might offer ufc 104 live streaming online but no, because the live feed/stream will get shut down before it reaches to the main event: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ufc 104: machida vs shogun&lt;/span&gt;.   You'd probably just watch the first few undercard bouts, if you are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you just wait for UFC 104 replay video and ufc 104 results if you can't pay for PPV subscription.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6403838912385311012?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6403838912385311012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6403838912385311012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6403838912385311012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6403838912385311012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2009/10/would-you-like-to-watch-ufc-104-live.html' title='Watch UFC 104 live stream free?'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4409506457491783426</id><published>2009-05-01T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:47:11.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Watch Pacquiao vs Hatton Live Stream!</title><content type='html'>Kudos to Manny Pacquiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May he win win his upcoming boxing match with Ricky Hatton. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pacquiao vs Hatton live stream &lt;/span&gt;will be on May 2, 2009. Go Manny Pacquiao! Make us proud again! May you win and prove to the world just how great a boxer are you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4409506457491783426?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4409506457491783426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4409506457491783426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4409506457491783426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4409506457491783426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-pacquiao-vs-hatton-live-stream.html' title='Watch Pacquiao vs Hatton Live Stream!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2298398559046138931</id><published>2008-10-25T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:18:50.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I wan't the Digital Camera at Techtod</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who wouldn't want a digital camera! I want one but I can't afford to buy one, so what I did was to join the contest at Techtod wherein the prizes include a sony digital camera and a hundred dollar cash. I joined the other day and am third based on the points I earned. But the contest is way too far to end. I'm building points to win the contest 1st place. It's a tough battle as contestants are willing to do everything to get the digital camera. Same high aspirations and perseverance as I do.. Anyway, If you want to join the contest visit Digicamera Mania by Techtod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEST WAS A FRAUD ! NEVER TRUST TECHTOD DOT COM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2298398559046138931?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2298398559046138931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2298398559046138931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2298398559046138931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2298398559046138931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-digital-camera-at-techtod.html' title='I wan&apos;t the Digital Camera at Techtod'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-552515185360723834</id><published>2008-07-28T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:14:01.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>CD Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  While shopping for my first CD player, I was able to decipher most of the technicalese on the promotional signs. One designation had me puzzled, though, so I called over a salesperson and asked, "What does 'hybrid pulse D/A converter' mean?" "That means", he said, "that this machine will read the digital information that is encoded on CDs and convert it into an audio signal - that is, into music." "In other words this CD player plays CDs." "Exactly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-552515185360723834?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/552515185360723834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=552515185360723834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/552515185360723834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/552515185360723834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/07/cd-player.html' title='CD Player'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-757539306746725513</id><published>2008-07-18T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T04:13:01.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>50 Ways to Mess With People in a Computer Lab</title><content type='html'>1. Log on, wait a sec, then get a frightened look on your face and scream "Oh my God! They've found me!" and bolt.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laugh uncontrollably for about 3 minutes &amp;amp; then suddenly stop and look suspiciously at everyone who looks at you.&lt;br /&gt;3. When your computer is turned off, complain to the monitor on duty that you can't get the damn thing to work. After he/she's turned it on, wait 5 minutes, turn it off again, &amp;amp; repeat the process for a good half hour.&lt;br /&gt;4. Type frantically, often stopping to look at the person next to you evilly.&lt;br /&gt;5. Before anyone else is in the lab, connect each computer to different screen than the one it's set up with.&lt;br /&gt;6. Write a program that plays the "Smurfs" theme song and play it at the highest volume possible over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;7. Work normally for a while. Suddenly look amazingly startled by something on the screen and crawl underneath the desk.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ask the person next to you if they know how to tap into top-secret Pentagon files.&lt;br /&gt;9. Use Interactive Send to make passes at people you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;10. Make a small ritual sacrifice to the computer before you turn it on.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bring a chainsaw, but don't use it. If anyone asks why you have it, say "Just in case..." mysteriously.&lt;br /&gt;12. Type on VAX for a while. Suddenly start cursing for 3 minutes at everything bad about your life. Then stop and continue typing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Enter the lab, undress, and start staring at other people as if they're crazy while typing.&lt;br /&gt;14. Light candles in a pentagram around your terminal before starting.&lt;br /&gt;15. Ask around for a spare disk. Offer $2. Keep asking until someone agrees. Then, pull a disk out of your fly and say "Oops, I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;16. Every time you press Return and there is processing time required, pray "Ohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseohplease," and scream "YES!" when it finishes.&lt;br /&gt;17. "DISK FIGHT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;18. Start making out with the person at the terminal next to you (It helps if you know them, but this is also a great way to make new friends).&lt;br /&gt;19. Put a straw in your mouth and put your hands in your pockets. Type by hitting the keys with the straw.&lt;br /&gt;20. If you're sitting in a swivel chair, spin around singing "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" whenever there is processing time required.&lt;br /&gt;21. Draw a picture of a woman (or man) on a piece of paper, tape it to your monitor. Try to seduce it. Act like it hates you and then complain loudly that women (men) are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;22. Try to stick a Nintendo cartridge into the 3 disc drive, when it doesn't work, get the supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;23. When you are on an IBM, and when you turn it on, ask loudly where the smiling Apple face is when you turn on one of those.&lt;br /&gt;24. Print out the complete works of Shakespeare, then when its all done (two days later) say that all you wanted was one line.&lt;br /&gt;25. Sit and stare at the screen, biting your nails noisily. After doing this for a while, spit them out at the feet of the person next to you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Stare at the screen, grind your teeth, stop, look at the person next to grinding. Repeat procedure, making sure you never provoke the person enough to let them blow up, as this releases tension, and it is far more effective to let them linger.&lt;br /&gt;27. If you have long hair, take a typing break, look for split ends, cut them and deposit them on your neighbor's keyboard as you leave.&lt;br /&gt;28. Put a large, gold-framed portrait of the British Royal Family on your desk and loudly proclaim that it inspires you.&lt;br /&gt;29. Come to the lab wearing several layers of socks. Remove shoes and place them of top of the monitor. Remove socks layer by layer and drape them around the monitor. Exclaim sudden haiku about the aesthetic beauty of cotton on plastic.&lt;br /&gt;30. Take the keyboard and sit under the computer. Type up your paper like this. Then go to the lab supervisor and complain about the bad working conditions.&lt;br /&gt;31. Laugh hysterically, shout "You will all perish in flames!!!" and continue working.&lt;br /&gt;32. Bring some dry ice &amp;amp; make it look like your computer is smoking.&lt;br /&gt;33. Assign a musical note to every key (ie. the Delete key is A Flat, the B key is F sharp, etc.). Whenever you hit a key, humits note loudly. Write an entire paper this way.&lt;br /&gt;34. Attempt to eat your computer's mouse.&lt;br /&gt;35. Borrow someone else's keyboard by reaching over, saying "Excuse me, mind if I borrow this for a sec?", unplugging the keyboard &amp;amp; taking it.&lt;br /&gt;36. Bring in a bunch of magnets and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;37. When doing calculations, pull out an abacus and say that sometimes the old ways are best.&lt;br /&gt;38. Play Pong for hours on the most powerful computer in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;39. Make a loud noise of hitting the same key over and over again until you see that your neighbor is noticing (You can hit the space bar so your fill isn't affected). Then look at your neighbor's keyboard. Hit his/her delete key several times, erasing an entire word. While you do this, ask: "Does *your* delete key work?" Shake your head, and resume hitting the space bar on your keyboard. Keep doing this until you've deleted about a page of your neighbor's document. Then, suddenly exclaim: "Well, whaddya know? I've been hitting the space bar this whole time. No wonder it wasn't deleting! Ha!" Print out your document and leave.&lt;br /&gt;40. Remove your disk from the drive and hide it. Go to the lab monitor and complain that your computer ate your disk. (For special effects, put some Elmer's Glue on or around the disk drive. Claim that the computer is drooling.)&lt;br /&gt;41. Stare at the person's next to your's screen, look really puzzled, burst out laughing, and say "You did that?" loudly. Keep laughing, grab your stuff and leave, howling as you go.&lt;br /&gt;42. Point at the screen. Chant in a made up language while making elaborate hand gestures for a minute or two. Press return or the mouse, then leap back and yell "COVEEEEERRRRRR!" peek up from under the table, walk back to the computer and say. "Oh, good. It worked this time," and calmly start to type again.&lt;br /&gt;43. Keep looking at invisible bugs and trying to swat them.&lt;br /&gt;44. See who's online. Send a total stranger a talk request. Talk to them like you've known them all your lives. Hang up before they get a chance to figure out you're a total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;45. Bring an small tape player with a tape of really absurd sound effects. Pretend it's the computer and look really lost.&lt;br /&gt;46. Pull out a pencil. Start writing on the screen. Complain that the lead doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;47. Come into the computer lab wearing several endangered species of flowers in your hair. Smile incessantly. Type a sentence, then laugh happily, exclaim "You're such a marvel!!", and kiss the screen. Repeat this after every sentence. As your ecstasy mounts, also hug the keyboard. Finally, hug your neighbor, then the computer assistant, and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;48. Run into the computer lab, shout "Armageddon is here!!!!!", then calmly sit down and begin to type.&lt;br /&gt;49. Quietly walk into the computer lab with a Black and Decker chainsaw, rev that baby up, and then walk up to the nearest person and say "Give me that computer or you'll be feeding my pet crocodile for the next week".&lt;br /&gt;50. Two words: Tesla Coil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-757539306746725513?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/757539306746725513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=757539306746725513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/757539306746725513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/757539306746725513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/07/50-ways-to-mess-with-people-in-computer.html' title='50 Ways to Mess With People in a Computer Lab'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1651681006665773591</id><published>2008-07-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:43:28.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Jokes'/><title type='text'>Smelling What You Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter, who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a menu. "I'm sorry, Sir, but I am blind and can't read the menu. Just bring me a dirty fork from a previous customer, I'll smell it and order from there." A little confused, the owner walks over to the dirty pile and picks up a greasy fork. he returns to the blind man's table and hands it to him. The blind man puts the fork to his nose and takes in a deep breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, yes, that's what I'll have, meatloaf and mashed potatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, the owner says to himself as he walks towards the kitchen. The cook happens to be the owner's wife and he tells her what had just happened. The blind man eats his meal and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days later the blind man returns and the owner mistakingly brings him a menu again. "Sir, remember me? I'm the blind man." "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. I'll go get you a dirty fork." The owner again retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says, "That smells great, I'll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli." Once again walking away in disbelief, the owner thinks the blind man is screwing around with him and tells his wife that the next time the blind man comes in he's going to test him.The blind man eats and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returns the following week, but this time the owner see's him coming and runs to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells his wife, "Mary, rub this fork on your panties before I take it to the blind man." Mary complies and hands her husband the fork back. As the blind man walks in and sits down, the owner is ready and waiting. "Good afternoon sir, this time I remembered you and I already have the fork ready for you." The blind man puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff and says, "Hey, I didn't know that Mary worked here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1651681006665773591?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1651681006665773591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1651681006665773591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1651681006665773591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1651681006665773591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/07/smelling-what-you-eat.html' title='Smelling What You Eat'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1963392265252884193</id><published>2008-06-30T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:15:01.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Heaven's Cars</title><content type='html'>Three friends are in a car driving to the ballgame when a big truck runs them over, killing them instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find themselves at the Pearly Gates being interviewed by St. Peter. "OK, you," he says, pointing to Vito, "How many times did you cheat on your wife? And don't lie, I'm St. Peter you know. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vito hangs his head and replies, "Honestly Pete, I was with two maybe three different broads a week." St. Peter says, "OK, your car in heaven is that used Geo Metro over there, goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at Eddie and asks, "How many times did you cheat on your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie replies, "I must admit that in 15 years of marriage I did cheat on my wife 3 times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter says, "OK, your car in heaven is that LeBaron, goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then looks at Jacob and asks, "And you, how many times did you cheat on your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob lifts his head high and replies, "I am proud to say that over 20 years of marriage, I never cheated on my wife! In fact, my beloved has been dead for 2 years now and I remained celibate the whole time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter replies, "Very impressive. Your car in heaven is that Ferrari convertible. Goodbye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, Vito and Eddie are waiting for Jacob at the park where all three had planned to meet. Jacob arrives a couple of minutes late in his Ferrari, and his friends notice that he is sobbing like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vito asks, "Hey! Whatsamatterwidyou? We should be crying! We're stuck with these ugly buckets and you got a new Ferrari!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, between sobs replies, "I just saw my wife on a skateboard!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1963392265252884193?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1963392265252884193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1963392265252884193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1963392265252884193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1963392265252884193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/heavens-cars.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Cars'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4686936638491034496</id><published>2008-06-30T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:05:01.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>10 Things to Say When Called to the Office</title><content type='html'>1. "I'm gonna kill her"&lt;br /&gt;2. "Shit, They found the body"&lt;br /&gt;3. "Where's my lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;4. "He's still alive?"&lt;br /&gt;5. "They've got nothing on me"&lt;br /&gt;6. "I thought I got rid of the evidence"&lt;br /&gt;7. "I told him to hide the body in the boiler, not the shed"&lt;br /&gt;8. "Fuck"&lt;br /&gt;9. "I didn't do it"&lt;br /&gt;10. "Can they convict me on heresay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4686936638491034496?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4686936638491034496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4686936638491034496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4686936638491034496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4686936638491034496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things-to-say-when-called-to-office.html' title='10 Things to Say When Called to the Office'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8219679279040129255</id><published>2008-06-30T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T03:46:00.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Cowboy's Guide to Life</title><content type='html'>Never squat with yer spurs on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two theories to arguin' with a woman; neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about bitin' off more than you can chew, your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.&lt;br /&gt;He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.&lt;br /&gt;The moral: When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ask a barber if he thinks you need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never follow good whiskey with water, unless you're out of good whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good judgment comes from experience; experience comes from bad judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always drink upstream from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never drop your gun to hug a grizzly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give a lesson in meanness to a critter or a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier 'n puttin' it back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always take a good look at what you're about to eat. It's not so important to know what it is, but it's critical to know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never miss a good chance to shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8219679279040129255?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8219679279040129255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8219679279040129255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8219679279040129255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8219679279040129255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/cowboys-guide-to-life.html' title='Cowboy&apos;s Guide to Life'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1229388210500335730</id><published>2008-06-29T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:11:01.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Boy, Police Officer, Squirrel</title><content type='html'>A policeman caught a nasty little boy with a penknife in one hand and a squirrel in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now listen here," the policeman said, "Whatever yo do to that poor, defenceless creature i shall personally do to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that case," said the boy, "I'll kiss it's butt and let it go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1229388210500335730?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1229388210500335730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1229388210500335730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1229388210500335730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1229388210500335730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/boy-police-officer-squirrel.html' title='Boy, Police Officer, Squirrel'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3123171068657839810</id><published>2008-06-29T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:10:00.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>Inspirational Messages Not Heard at Work</title><content type='html'>17. There is no "I" in "teamwork." But there is in "management kiss-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you do a good job and work hard, you may get a job with a better company someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off due to budget cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Doing a job RIGHT the first time gets the job done. Doing the job WRONG 14 times gives you job security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you think we're a bad company, you should see the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Rome did not create a great empire by having meetings--they did it by killing all those who oppose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We put the "k" in "kwality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 2 days without a human rights violation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your job is STILL better than asking, "You want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We build great products when we feel like it and don't have any reason to call in sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If at first you don't succeed, try management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Teamwork means never having to take all the blame yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The beatings will continue until morale improves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pride, Commitment, Teamwork. Words we use to get you to work for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If at first you don't succeed, delegate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Plagiarism saves time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3123171068657839810?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3123171068657839810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3123171068657839810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3123171068657839810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3123171068657839810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspirational-messages-not-heard-at.html' title='Inspirational Messages Not Heard at Work'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1273244807803279145</id><published>2008-06-29T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:07:03.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>14 Reasons to Allow Drinking at Work</title><content type='html'>1. It's an incentive to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It reduces stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It leads to more honest communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It reduces complaints about low pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It cuts down on time off because you can work with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Employees tell management what they think, not what management wants to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It helps save on heating costs in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It encourages carpooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Increases job satisfaction because if you have a bad job you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It makes fellow employees look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It makes the cafeteria food taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they have had a couple of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1273244807803279145?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1273244807803279145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1273244807803279145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1273244807803279145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1273244807803279145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-reasons-to-allow-drinking-at-work.html' title='14 Reasons to Allow Drinking at Work'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7851117712010727935</id><published>2008-06-29T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:04:36.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why The Chicken Crossed the Road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/SGYYysZK9MI/AAAAAAAAB4E/_IhdujrpQmA/s1600-h/chicken-picture1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/SGYYysZK9MI/AAAAAAAAB4E/_IhdujrpQmA/s320/chicken-picture1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216884477544559810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JERRY FALWELL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because the chicken was gay! Isn't it obvious? Can't you people see the plain truth in front of your face? The chicken was going to the "other side." That's what "they" call it: the "other side." Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And, if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media whitewashes with seemingly harmless phrases like "the other side." That chicken should not be free to cross the road. It's as plain and simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEN STARR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I intend to prove that the chicken crossed the road at the behest of the President of the United States of America in an effort to distract law enforcement officials and the American public from the criminal wrongdoing our highest elected official has been trying to cover up. As a result, the chicken is just another pawn in the president's ongoing and elaborate scheme to obstruct justice and undermine the rule of law. For that reason, my staff intends to offer the chicken unconditional immunity provided he co-operates fully with our investigation. Furthermore, the chicken will not be permitted to reach the other side of the road until our investigation and any Congressional follow-up investigations have been completed. (We also are investigating whether Sid Blumenthal has leaked information to the Rev. Jerry Falwell, alleging the chicken to be homosexual in an effort to discredit any useful testimony the bird may have to offer, or at least to ruffle his feathers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAT BUCHANAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steal a job from a decent, hardworking American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DR. SEUSS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;Did he cross it with a toad?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;The chicken crossed the road,&lt;br /&gt;But why it crossed,&lt;br /&gt;I've not been told!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To die. In the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRANDPA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARISTOTLE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARL MARX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a historical inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SADDAM HUSSEIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RONALD REAGAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOX MULDER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross before you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREUD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BILL GATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just released eChicken 98, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook-and Internet Explorer is an inextricable part of eChicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EINSTEIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the chicken really cross the road or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BILL CLINTON:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What do you mean by chicken? Could you define chicken please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOUIS FARRAKHAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road, you will see, represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BIBLE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COLONEL SANDERS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I missed one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7851117712010727935?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7851117712010727935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7851117712010727935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7851117712010727935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7851117712010727935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-chicken-crossed-road.html' title='Why The Chicken Crossed the Road!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/SGYYysZK9MI/AAAAAAAAB4E/_IhdujrpQmA/s72-c/chicken-picture1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3974040165266448852</id><published>2008-06-29T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:04:36.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Jokes'/><title type='text'>Football Exam</title><content type='html'>Two football players were taking an important final exam. If they failed, they would be on academic probation and not allowed to play in the Sugar Bowl the following week. The exam was fill-in-the-blank. The last question read, "Old MacDonald had a _________."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubba was stumped. He had no idea of the answer. He knew he needed to get this one right to be sure he passed. Making sure the professor wasn't watching, he tapped Tiny on the shoulder. "Pssst. Tiny. What's the answer to the last question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny laughed. He looked around to make sure the professor hadn't noticed then he turned to Bubba. "Bubba, you're so stupid. Everyone knows Old MacDonald had a farm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Oh yeah," said Bubba. "I remember now." He picked up his No. 2 pencil and started to write the answer in the blank. He stopped. Reaching to tap Tiny's shoulder again, he whispered, "Tiny, how do you spell farm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are really dumb, Bubba. That's so easy. Farm is spelled E-I-E-I-O."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3974040165266448852?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3974040165266448852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3974040165266448852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3974040165266448852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3974040165266448852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/football-exam.html' title='Football Exam'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1190736491771631666</id><published>2008-06-29T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T04:00:35.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>A Farmer's Divorce</title><content type='html'>A farmer walked into an attorney's office wanting to file for a divorce. The attorney asked, "May I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yea, I want to get one of those dayvorces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "Well do you have any grounds?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yea, I got about 140 acres." The attorney said, "No, you don't understand, do you have a case?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "No, I don't have a Case, but I have a John Deere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "No you don't understand, I mean do you have a grudge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yea I got a grudge, that's where I park my John Deere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney said, "No sir, I mean do you have a suit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "Yes sir, I got a suit. I wear it to church on Sundays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exasperated attorney said, "Well sir, does your wife beat you up or anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer said, "No sir, we both get up about 4:30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the attorney says, "Okay, let me put it this way. WHY DO YOU WANT A DIVORCE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the farmer says, "Well, I can never have a meaningful conversation with her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1190736491771631666?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1190736491771631666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1190736491771631666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1190736491771631666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1190736491771631666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/farmers-divorce.html' title='A Farmer&apos;s Divorce'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1716321992563569802</id><published>2008-06-28T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:58:39.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>WHAT WOMEN SAY &amp; REALLY MEAN:</title><content type='html'>WHAT WOMEN SAY &amp;amp; REALLY MEAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WE JUST BE FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;There is no way in hell I'm going to let any part of your body touch any part of mine,&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST NEED SOME SPACE.&lt;br /&gt;... without you in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I LOOK FAT IN THIS DRESS?&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had a fight in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, PIZZA'S FINE.&lt;br /&gt;... you cheap slob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want you as a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you have nothing planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME HERE.&lt;br /&gt;My puppy does this, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE YOU, BUT...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;... just not in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEVER LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;You never listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE MOVING TOO QUICKLY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to sleep with you until I find out if this guy at the gym has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE READY IN A MINUTE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready, but I'm going to make you wait because I know you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, NO, I'LL PAY FOR MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just being nice; there's no way I'm going dutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!!! RIGHT THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, near there; I just want to get this over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST GOING OUT WITH THE GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna get sloppy and make fun of you and your friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1716321992563569802?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1716321992563569802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1716321992563569802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1716321992563569802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1716321992563569802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-women-say-really-mean.html' title='WHAT WOMEN SAY &amp; REALLY MEAN:'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7946785086344099677</id><published>2008-06-28T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:57:18.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Brother Is Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A guy walked into a bar one day and said to the barman, "Give me six double vodkas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman says, "Wow! you must have had one hell of a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I've just found out my older brother is gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the same guy came into the bar and asked for the same drinks. When the bartender asked what the problem was today the answer came back, "I've just found out that my younger brother is gay too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, the guy came into the bar and ordered another six double vodkas. The bartender said, "Jesus! Doesn't anybody in your family like women?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man downed the first drink and shook his head, "Yeah, my wife!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7946785086344099677?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7946785086344099677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7946785086344099677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7946785086344099677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7946785086344099677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/brother-is-out.html' title='Brother Is Out'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4652298697243238590</id><published>2008-06-28T07:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:56:34.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sin and Shame</title><content type='html'>Q. What's the difference between sin and shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. It's a sin to put it in, but a shame to pull it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4652298697243238590?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4652298697243238590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4652298697243238590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4652298697243238590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4652298697243238590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/sin-and-shame.html' title='Sin and Shame'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4237132192721823937</id><published>2008-06-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:55:17.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>Rub It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   One day when the teacher walked to the black board, she noticed someone had written the word 'penis' in tiny small letters. She turned around, scanned the class looking for the guilty face. Finding none, she quickly erased it, and began her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she went into the room and she saw, in larger letters, the word 'penis' again on the black board. Again, she looked around in vain for the culprit, but found none, so she proceeded with the day's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, for about a week, she went into the classroom and found the same word written on the board, and each day it was written in larger letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one day, she walked in, expecting to be greeted by the same word on the board, but instead, found the words, "The more you rub it, the bigger it gets!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4237132192721823937?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4237132192721823937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4237132192721823937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4237132192721823937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4237132192721823937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/rub-it.html' title='Rub It'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8181755224799134225</id><published>2008-06-28T07:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:52:32.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>70 Ways to Keep Women Happy</title><content type='html'>There are 70 ways to keep a woman happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is to take her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is 69.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8181755224799134225?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8181755224799134225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8181755224799134225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8181755224799134225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8181755224799134225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/70-ways-to-keep-women-happy.html' title='70 Ways to Keep Women Happy'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-246118378038270063</id><published>2008-06-28T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:49:54.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Prove that the Chair Does not Exist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A philosophy professor walks in to give his class their final. Placing his chair on his desk the professor instructs the class, "Using every applicable thing you've learned in this course, prove to me that this chair DOES NOT EXIST."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pencils are writing and erasers are erasing, students are preparing to embark on novels proving that this chair doesn't exist, except for one student. He spends thirty seconds writing his answer, then turns his final in to the astonishment of his peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, and the day comes when all the students get their final grades...and to the amazment of the class, the student who wrote for thirty seconds gets the highest grade in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer to the question: "What chair?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-246118378038270063?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/246118378038270063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=246118378038270063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/246118378038270063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/246118378038270063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/prove-that-chair-does-not-exist.html' title='Prove that the Chair Does not Exist'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8700211942806065796</id><published>2008-06-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:49:11.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosopher'/><title type='text'>Perhaps Not a Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A philosopher went into a closet for ten years to contemplate the question, What is life? When he came out, he went into the street and met an old colleague, who asked him where in heaven's name he had been all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a closet," he repied. "I wanted to know what life really is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And have you found an answer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," he replied. "I think it can best be expressed by saying that life is like a bridge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's all well and good," replied the colleage, "but can you be a little more explicit? Can you tell me how life is like a bridge?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Oh," replied the philosopher after some thought, "maybe you're right; perhaps life is not like a bridge."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8700211942806065796?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8700211942806065796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8700211942806065796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8700211942806065796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8700211942806065796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/perhaps-not-bridge.html' title='Perhaps Not a Bridge'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6714755185151872211</id><published>2008-06-28T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T07:47:40.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A boy is about to go on his first date, and is nervous about what to talk about. He asks his father for advice. The father replies: "My son, there are three subjects that always work. These are food, family, and philosophy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy picks up his date and they go to a soda fountain. Ice cream sodas in front of them, they stare at each other for a long time, as the boy's nervousness builds. He remembers his father's advice, and chooses the first topic. He asks the girl: "Do you like potato pancakes?" She says "No," and the silence returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more uncomfortable minutes, the boy thinks of his father's suggestion and turns to the second item on the list. He asks, "Do you have a brother?" Again, the girl says "No" and there is silence once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy then plays his last card. He thinks of his father's advice and asks the girl the following question: "If you had a brother, would he like potato pancakes?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6714755185151872211?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6714755185151872211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6714755185151872211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6714755185151872211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6714755185151872211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3475951536135004208</id><published>2008-06-28T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:20:19.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>Computer Viruses (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Ellen Degeneres virus.....Your IBM suddenly claims it's a MAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica Lewinsky virus.....Sucks all the memory out of your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic virus.....Makes your whole computer go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney virus.....Everything in the computer goes Goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Tyson virus.....Quits after one byte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorena Bobbit virus.....Turns your hard disk into a 3.5-inch floppy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Allen virus.....Appears helpful, only to destroy your hard drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen virus.....Bypasses the motherboard and turns on daughter card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddam Hussein virus.....Won't let you into any of your programs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya Harding virus.....Turns your .BAT files into lethal weapons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Buttafuoco virus.....Only attacks minor files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-files virus.....All your Icons start shape-shifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan virus.....Saves your data, but forgets where it is stored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jack Kevorkian virus.....Deletes your old files&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3475951536135004208?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3475951536135004208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3475951536135004208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3475951536135004208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3475951536135004208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/computer-viruses-part-ii.html' title='Computer Viruses (Part II)'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8738643895729619002</id><published>2008-06-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:19:25.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Jokes'/><title type='text'>Praying for Gifts</title><content type='html'>Two young boys were spending the night at their grandparents the week before Christmas. At bedtime, the two boys knelt beside their beds to say their prayers when the youngest one began praying at the top of his lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I PRAY FOR A NEW BICYCLE...&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY FOR A NEW NINTENDO...&lt;br /&gt;I PRAY FOR A NEW VCR..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His older brother leaned over and nudged the younger brother and said, "Why are you shouting your prayers? God isn't deaf." To which the little brother replied, "No, but Grandma is!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8738643895729619002?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8738643895729619002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8738643895729619002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8738643895729619002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8738643895729619002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/praying-for-gifts.html' title='Praying for Gifts'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3444156553116698819</id><published>2008-06-28T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:18:09.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Golfing With Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A lovely afternoon finds one fellow and his wife golfing. They have had a wonderful time and the man has had a near perfect game. The final hole, by far the most difficult, wraps around an old barn. With a terrible slice the man puts the barn between his ball and the green. Knowing that the strokes that it will take to get around the barn will destroy his score, he begins to rant and rave. His wife hating to see him ruin such a great afternoon makes a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I were to hold open the barn doors? That way you could send it right through the barn onto the green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks this over and decides that it will work. With his wife holding open the barn door he lines up with the hole and gives the ball a terrific "whack"! The ball shoots through the air and right into the head of his wife, killing her instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months go by, the man mourning all the while. His friends, hating to see him in such a state, convince him to go golfing with them. They end up at the same course and on the final hole, oddly enough, another terrible slice puts the old barn between his ball and the green. Again he begins to rant and rave at what this dilemma will do to his score. He friend, wanting to please him, makes a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I were to hold open the barn doors? That way you could send it right through the barn onto the green."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the man replies, "last time I did that I got two over par."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3444156553116698819?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3444156553116698819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3444156553116698819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3444156553116698819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3444156553116698819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/golfing-with-wife.html' title='Golfing With Wife'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-731496591299437245</id><published>2008-06-28T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:17:26.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Artist, Lawyer, Computer Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  An artist, a lawyer, and a computer scientist are discussing the merits of a mistress. The artist tells of the passion, the thrill which comes with the risk of being discovered. The lawyer warns of the difficulties. It can lead to guilt, divorce, bankruptcy. Not worth it. Too many problems. The computer scientist says "It's the best thing that's ever happened to me. My wife thinks I'm with my mistress. My mistress thinks I'm home with my wife, and I can spend all night on the computer!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-731496591299437245?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/731496591299437245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=731496591299437245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/731496591299437245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/731496591299437245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/artist-lawyer-computer-scientist.html' title='Artist, Lawyer, Computer Scientist'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2017580565545684967</id><published>2008-06-28T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:13:17.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>12 Step Program Of Recovery For Web Addicts</title><content type='html'>1) I will have a cup of coffee in the morning and read my PAPER newspaper like I used to, before the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I will eat breakfast with a knife and fork and not with one hand typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I will get dressed before noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I will make an attempt to clean the house, wash clothes, and plan dinner before even thinking of the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will sit down and write a letter to those unfortunate few friends and family that are Web-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I will call someone on the phone who I cannot contact via the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I will read a book... if I still remember how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I will listen to those around me about their needs and stop telling them to turn the TV down so I can hear the music on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I will not be tempted during TV commercials to check for email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I will try and get out of the house at least once a week, if it is necessary or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I will remember that my bank is not forgiving if I forget to balance my checkbook because I was too busy on the Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Last, but not least, I will remember that I must go to bed sometime... and the Web will always be there tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2017580565545684967?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2017580565545684967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2017580565545684967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2017580565545684967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2017580565545684967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-step-program-of-recovery-for-web.html' title='12 Step Program Of Recovery For Web Addicts'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6012472278819363641</id><published>2008-06-28T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:48:30.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Dating Versus Marriage</title><content type='html'>When you are dating..... Farting is never an issue.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....You make sure there's nothing flammable near your husband at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He takes you out to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He brings home a 6 pack, and says "What are you going to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He holds your hand in public.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He flicks your ear in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... A Single bed for 2 isn't THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....A King size bed feels like an army cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... You are turned on at the sight of him naked.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....You think to yourself "Was he ALWAYS this hairy????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... You enjoyed foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....You tell him "If we have sex, will you leave me alone???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He hugs you, when he walks by you for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He grabs your boob any chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... You picture the two of you together, growing old together.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....You wonder who will die first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... Just looking at him makes you feel all "mushy."&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....When you look at him, you want to claw his eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He knows what the "hamper" is.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....The floor will suffice as a dirty clothes storage area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He understands if you "Aren't in the mood."&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He says "It's your job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He understands that you have "male" friends.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He thinks they are all out to steal you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He likes to "discuss" things.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He develops a "blank" stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are dating..... He calls you by name.&lt;br /&gt;When you are married ....He calls you "Hey" and refers to you when speaking to others as "She."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6012472278819363641?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6012472278819363641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6012472278819363641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6012472278819363641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6012472278819363641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/dating-versus-marriage.html' title='Dating Versus Marriage'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-417473059096924321</id><published>2008-06-28T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:45:19.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>The 22 Things You Shouldn't Say To A Cop</title><content type='html'>1. I can't reach my license unless you hold my beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sorry, Officer, I didn't realize my radar detector wasn't plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Aren't you that guy from the Village People?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hey, you must have been doin' at least 120 mph to keep up with me...Good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Excuse me...is stick up hyphenated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I thought you had to be in relatively good physical condition to be a cop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I almost decided to be a cop, but I decided to finish high school instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Bad cop! No donut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You're not gonna check the trunk, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Gee, that gut sure doesn't inspire confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Didn't I see you get your ass kicked on COPS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Wow, you look just like the guy in the picture on my girlfriend's nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is it true that people become cops because they're too dumb to work at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I pay your salary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. So, uh, you on the take, or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Gee, Officer...that's terrific...the last officer only gave me a warning too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you know why you pulled me over? Okay, just so one of us does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I was trying to keep up with traffic. Yes, I know there are no other cars around-that's how far ahead of me they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you mean, "Have I been drinking?" You're the trained specialist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag of crack, my gun fell off my lap and got lodged between the brake pedal and the gas pedal, forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hey, is that a 9 mm? That's nothing compared to this .44 Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hey, can you give me another one of those full cavity searches?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-417473059096924321?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/417473059096924321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=417473059096924321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/417473059096924321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/417473059096924321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/22-things-you-shouldnt-say-to-cop.html' title='The 22 Things You Shouldn&apos;t Say To A Cop'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2405455212396684463</id><published>2008-06-28T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:43:24.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Jokes'/><title type='text'>Error in Publishing Article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Canada's Ottawa Citizen newspaper recently printed a recipe for Chanterelle Lemon Pasta in its food section, calling for one cup of Chanterelle mushrooms. They even provided a helpful photograph so amateur mushroom hounds could find their own growing in the wild. Unfortunately, the photograph instead showed Destroying Angels, which are deadly when eaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2405455212396684463?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2405455212396684463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2405455212396684463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2405455212396684463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2405455212396684463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/error-in-publishing-article.html' title='Error in Publishing Article'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7915883548507048872</id><published>2008-06-28T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:42:17.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>Attitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A young couple, just married, were in their honeymoon suite on their wedding night. As they undressed for bed, the husband, who was a big burly man, tossed his pants to his bride and said, "here put these on." She put them on, and the waist was twice the size of her body. "I can't wear your pants," she said. "That's right!!" said the husband, "and don't you forget it. I'm the man who wears the pants in this family!" With that she flipped him her panties and said, "Try these on." He tried them on and found he could only get them on as far as his kneecaps. He said, "Hell, I can't get into your panties!" She said, "That's right, and that's the way it's going to be until you change your attitude."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7915883548507048872?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7915883548507048872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7915883548507048872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7915883548507048872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7915883548507048872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/attitudes.html' title='Attitudes'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-988887124936632718</id><published>2008-06-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:41:46.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Brief Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young associate was romantically ambushed in a darkened room of the law firm. After months of the social isolation that comes from eighty hour work weeks, the associate was happy to reciprocate. However, when asked by a friend to identify the lover, the associate was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I know for sure is that it was a partner -- I had to do all the work."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-988887124936632718?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/988887124936632718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=988887124936632718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/988887124936632718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/988887124936632718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/brief-affair.html' title='A Brief Affair'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1863747788332838087</id><published>2008-06-28T03:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:40:38.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>14 Signs Your Online Relationship Isn't Working Out</title><content type='html'>14) You discover that "Chesty McBust" isn't her real name, and she's dialing in from Langley, VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) You: Large, hairy man. Your online girlfriend: Large, hairy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Her postmaster rejects your e-mail not as "undeliverable" but as "unlikely to get you anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) After months of shared experiences and emotional investments, she attacks you in the Mines of Quarn with a Vorpal Sword when she learns you're worth 45,000 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) "Returned mail: User unknown and never wants to hear from you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Your cyberlover is just too busy editing that silly little Top 5 List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Getting perhaps a bit too comfortable, she lets a reference to cutting her chin shaving slip by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You discover that she has been cutting and pasting her orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You can barely make out your SO's face in the JPEG she sent because she's obscured by her 25 cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) He claims to be the richest man in the world, but his GIF looks like some geek who works for a software company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Since her first e-mail, Make.Money.Fast!@cyber-promotions.com has become cold and distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) She's suddenly changed her address to comingout@lesbian.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ken Starr launches an investigation into your relationship with the mysterious "tubby@whitehouse.gov"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In an ironic twist of fate, you discover that the object of your affection is a curvaceous 18 year old, rather than the geeky 14 year old boy she'd pretended to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1863747788332838087?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1863747788332838087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1863747788332838087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1863747788332838087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1863747788332838087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/14-signs-your-online-relationship-isnt.html' title='14 Signs Your Online Relationship Isn&apos;t Working Out'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2222229918240721799</id><published>2008-06-28T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:39:45.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>Condom Slogans</title><content type='html'>1) Cover your stump before you hump&lt;br /&gt;2) Before you attack her, wrap your whacker&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't be silly, protect your Willie&lt;br /&gt;4) When in doubt shroud you spout&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't be a loner, cover your boner&lt;br /&gt;6) You can't go wrong, if you shield your dong&lt;br /&gt;7) If your not going to sack it, go home and whack it&lt;br /&gt;8) If you think she's spunky, cover your monkey&lt;br /&gt;9) It will be sweeter if you wrap your peter&lt;br /&gt;10) If you slip between her thighs, condomize&lt;br /&gt;11) She won't get sick if you wrap your dick&lt;br /&gt;12) If you go into heat, package your meat&lt;br /&gt;13) While your undressing Venus, dress up your penis&lt;br /&gt;14) When you take off her pants and blouse, suit up your mouse&lt;br /&gt;15) Especially in December, gift wrap your member&lt;br /&gt;16) Never ever deck her, with an unwrapped pecker&lt;br /&gt;17) Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool&lt;br /&gt;18) The right selection, is to protect your erection&lt;br /&gt;19) Wrap it in foil, before you check her oil&lt;br /&gt;20) A crank with armor, will never harm her&lt;br /&gt;21) If you really love her, wear a cover&lt;br /&gt;22) Don't make a mistake, cover your snake&lt;br /&gt;23) Sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener&lt;br /&gt;24) If you can't shield your rocket, leave it in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;25) No glove, no love&lt;br /&gt;26) If you think she'll sigh, cover old one eye&lt;br /&gt;27) Even If she's eager, protect her beaver&lt;br /&gt;28) No one likes a horses ass, protect yourself at climax&lt;br /&gt;29) Shield her from the hunt until you shoot her in the cunt&lt;br /&gt;30) Avoid a frown, contain your clown&lt;br /&gt;31) Harness the pygmy man before entering the bearded clam&lt;br /&gt;32) Constrain the little head before you stick it in the shed&lt;br /&gt;33) Put a condom on your dink before you dart it in her sink&lt;br /&gt;34) The weasel you must surround before you please her on the ground&lt;br /&gt;35) Cloak the joker before you poke her&lt;br /&gt;36) Encase that torch before you paint her porch&lt;br /&gt;37) Cape your throbber before you bob her&lt;br /&gt;38) After detection sheath your erection&lt;br /&gt;39) Before you penetrate hide your magistrate&lt;br /&gt;40) Don't surprise her plug your Geyser&lt;br /&gt;41) Cover that lumber before you pump her&lt;br /&gt;42) Protect her wrinkle before you sprinkle&lt;br /&gt;43) She won't bristle if you wrap your whistle&lt;br /&gt;44) House your noodle then release your strudel&lt;br /&gt;45) Put your dog in the pound and make her yelp like a hound&lt;br /&gt;46) Shelter your jerky then nab that turkey&lt;br /&gt;47) Cage that snake then shake and bake&lt;br /&gt;48) Cover your peter it will be much neater&lt;br /&gt;49) Coat that Labrador then allow him to explore&lt;br /&gt;50) It's always funky to cage your monkey&lt;br /&gt;51) It won't be funny with a coatless dummy&lt;br /&gt;52) It won't be fun with an unwrapped thumb&lt;br /&gt;53) It's not much money to catch your honey&lt;br /&gt;54) Don't be a fool cover your tool&lt;br /&gt;55) Hood that match then scratch that thatch&lt;br /&gt;56) Stitch that switch then itch her niche&lt;br /&gt;57) Wrap that tool to catch the drool&lt;br /&gt;58) It ain't no jibe to protect her hive&lt;br /&gt;59) Contain that sputum before you use him&lt;br /&gt;60) Restrain your log then plow her bog&lt;br /&gt;61) Glove your pecker before you check her&lt;br /&gt;62) Coat that slimmer before you prime her&lt;br /&gt;63) Condomize then womanize (or sodomize)&lt;br /&gt;64) Cover old pete then grind her meat&lt;br /&gt;65) Guard your peter before you meet her&lt;br /&gt;66) Check your list before you tryst&lt;br /&gt;67) Wrap your bate before you mate&lt;br /&gt;68) Can your worm before you squirm&lt;br /&gt;69) Cover your pipe you dumb ass wipe&lt;br /&gt;70) Contain your lizard then tickle her gizzard&lt;br /&gt;71) Bag the mole then do her hole&lt;br /&gt;72) Cuff your carrot before you share it&lt;br /&gt;73) Jail your number then call the plumber&lt;br /&gt;74) Cover your vein then drive her insane&lt;br /&gt;75) Wrap that pickle then slip her a tickle&lt;br /&gt;76) Protect your dink then fluff her mink&lt;br /&gt;77) Restrain your lantern then stick it in her cavern&lt;br /&gt;78) Hide ole harry then take her cherry&lt;br /&gt;79) Wrap that spout then bore her out&lt;br /&gt;80) Conceal your train don't cause her pain&lt;br /&gt;81) Guard your bridge then do her ridge &gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) Shroud your trout then make her shout&lt;br /&gt;83) To make her squat like a turkey, cover your Jerky&lt;br /&gt;84) Box your blister then poke her in the whiskers&lt;br /&gt;85) Wrap your spout to catch the trout&lt;br /&gt;86) Plug your funnel then enter the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;87) Cover your steamer before you ream her&lt;br /&gt;88) Protect that fish then dip it in the dish&lt;br /&gt;89) Contain that bass for a swim in her glass&lt;br /&gt;90) Be sure to wear it to feed her ferret&lt;br /&gt;91) Clothe the boner before you hone her&lt;br /&gt;92) Got no protection? Can't use your erection!&lt;br /&gt;93) Cork your pump or you don't hump&lt;br /&gt;94) No unwrapped stags get between my legs&lt;br /&gt;95) Dress that erection to make a deflection&lt;br /&gt;96) Contain that shanker before you spank her&lt;br /&gt;97) Cap that seeder before you breed her&lt;br /&gt;98) Stop the stream before you cream&lt;br /&gt;99) Secure that ladder then drain your bladder&lt;br /&gt;100) Protect your screw to catch that glue&lt;br /&gt;101) Package your meat for a real neat treat&lt;br /&gt;102) Holster your gun then shootings more fun&lt;br /&gt;103) Canvas that trailer before you nail her&lt;br /&gt;104) Garage the tractor then attack her&lt;br /&gt;105) Net that grass hopper before you pop her&lt;br /&gt;106) Sock that wanger before you bang her&lt;br /&gt;107) Pen that rooster, she'll be much looser&lt;br /&gt;108) Trim your hardwood then do her real good&lt;br /&gt;109) Garnish your oak then give her a poke&lt;br /&gt;110) Pouch your associate then go fornicate&lt;br /&gt;111) Smother your affiliate before you ejaculate&lt;br /&gt;112) Confine your fascinate before it regurgitates&lt;br /&gt;113) Catch that goat before it bloats&lt;br /&gt;114) Ensnare that barbarian then do her abdomen&lt;br /&gt;115) Restrain your hammer then wam bam her&lt;br /&gt;116) Prune that stalk then make her squawk&lt;br /&gt;117) Wrap that rod then please her bod&lt;br /&gt;118) Sheath that knife she ain't your wife&lt;br /&gt;119) House that bottle then mash her throttle&lt;br /&gt;120) Sash that hash then thrash that gash&lt;br /&gt;121) Cover your diddle then fiddle her middle&lt;br /&gt;122) Can your knob then throb her swab&lt;br /&gt;123) Contain old Doug then clean her rug&lt;br /&gt;124) Cover your limb before you swim&lt;br /&gt;125) Retain your bailer then impail her&lt;br /&gt;126) Rope your dope then make some soap&lt;br /&gt;127) Net your salamander then make salad in her&lt;br /&gt;128) Cap your flapper then sniff her snapper&lt;br /&gt;129) Wrap that Steed then trample her weeds&lt;br /&gt;130) Hat that chef then scramble her cleft&lt;br /&gt;131) Cover your stone before you bone&lt;br /&gt;132) House your hose then curl her toes&lt;br /&gt;133) Saddle your penis then straddle her mean ass&lt;br /&gt;134) Blanket your twitch then hump that bitch&lt;br /&gt;135) Shield your rocks then pond her box&lt;br /&gt;136) Cover old sly then do her dry&lt;br /&gt;137) Wrap your rail then fill her pail&lt;br /&gt;138) Glove your chimney before you come in me&lt;br /&gt;139) If your nude tube your dude&lt;br /&gt;140) Cloak your hitter then go split her&lt;br /&gt;141) Wrap your nipper before you dip her&lt;br /&gt;142) Can your spam then bam that mam&lt;br /&gt;143) Corral your ram then slice her ham&lt;br /&gt;144) Sheath your sliver then jab her liver&lt;br /&gt;145) Twist your wick then stick that prick&lt;br /&gt;146) Cover old Bart then dart her tart&lt;br /&gt;147) Shed old spot then do her slot&lt;br /&gt;148) Drawer your pip then split her lips&lt;br /&gt;149) Contain that leach then mash her peach&lt;br /&gt;150) Bag your elm then take the helm&lt;br /&gt;151) Constrain your gem to catch the flem&lt;br /&gt;152) Catch that head cheese or I won't spread these&lt;br /&gt;153) Constrain that agate you ain't no faggot&lt;br /&gt;154) Survey your land then plant her stand&lt;br /&gt;155) Before you drive her protect that diver&lt;br /&gt;156) Sack that slimy smelt then tan her beaver pelt&lt;br /&gt;157) Wrap that stiffer then let him sniff her&lt;br /&gt;158) Cover you post then slice her roast&lt;br /&gt;159) Blanket old juicy then plug old loosey&lt;br /&gt;160) Balloon your baboon the moon tune her poon&lt;br /&gt;161) Contain that viper before you pipe her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2222229918240721799?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3716721205236479821</id><published>2008-06-28T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:37:58.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dirty Jokes'/><title type='text'>24 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A man returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him he has only 24 hours to live. Given this prognosis, the man asks his wife for sex. Naturally, she agrees, and they make love. About six hours later, the husband goes to his wife and says, "Honey,you know I now have only 18 hours to live. Could we please do it one more time?" Of course, the wife agrees, and they do it again.Later, as the man gets into bed, he looks at his watch and realizes that he now has only 8 hours left. He touches his wife shoulder, and asks, "Honey, please...just one more time before die." She says, "Of course, Dear," and they make love for the third time. After this session, the wife rolls over and falls asleep.The man, however, worried about his impending death, tosses and turns, until he's down to 4 more hours. He taps his wife, who rouses. "Honey, I have only 4 more hours. Do you think we could..." At this point the wife sits up and says,"Listen, I have to get up in the morning. You don't!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3716721205236479821?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3716721205236479821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3716721205236479821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3716721205236479821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3716721205236479821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/24-hours.html' title='24 Hours'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4450028421952714997</id><published>2008-06-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:37:10.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Jokes'/><title type='text'>Crashing Super Models</title><content type='html'>Naomi Campbell, Claudia Schiffer, and Cindy Crawford are flying to a super models conference in Paris, when the captain of the plane announces: "We have just lost power to the engines and are going to make an emergency crash landing - assume the brace position immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the three models start preparing for the worst. Claudia pulls out lipstick and make-up and starts fixing her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewildered, Naomi and Cindy ask: "What in the hell are you doing fixing your make-up when we are about to freaking crash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia responds: I know for a fact the rescue workers will search for, and save first, the ones who have the best looking faces- which is why I am putting on my make-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Crawford rips open her blouse to expose two beautiful mounds of flesh which inexplicably defy the law of gravity. Totally confused, Naomi and Claudia shout: "Cindy, have you lost your senses? Why are you baring your breasts for everyone to see when we are about to die!" Cindy responds: "I have it on good authority in plane crashes, the rescue workers look to save first the women with big beautiful breasts- which is why I am exposing my tits!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hesitating, Naomi Campbell pulls down her skirt and panties to expose her "love triangle." Freaking out, Claudia and Cindy yell: "Naomi - Are you crazy?? Why are you exposing your crotch for everyone to see??" Calmly, Naomi responds: "BITCHES PLEASE! I know for a fact the first thing the rescue workers look for in plane crashes is a black box!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4450028421952714997?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4450028421952714997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4450028421952714997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4450028421952714997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4450028421952714997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/crashing-super-models.html' title='Crashing Super Models'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2269399973937345093</id><published>2008-06-28T03:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:36:38.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity Jokes'/><title type='text'>Bill Clinton and God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates all died in a plane crash and went to meet their maker. The supreme deity turned to Al and asked, tell what is important about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al responded that he felt that the earth was the ultimate importance and that protecting the earth's ecological system was most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked to Al and said, " I like the way you think, come and sit at my left hand". God then asked Bill Clinton what he revered most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton responded that he felt people and their personal choices were most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God responded, " I like the way you think, come and sit at my right hand". God then turned to Bill Gates, who was staring at him indignantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God asked "What is your problem Bill Gates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill responded " I think you are sitting in my chair".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2269399973937345093?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2269399973937345093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2269399973937345093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2269399973937345093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2269399973937345093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/bill-clinton-and-god.html' title='Bill Clinton and God'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-475767017071195121</id><published>2008-06-28T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:35:40.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Poor Choice of Snacks</title><content type='html'>Two tigers were stalking through the jungles of Asia. Suddenly, the one to the rear reached out with his tongue, and licked the posterior of the tiger in front of him. The startled front tiger turned and said, "Cut it out." The rear tiger apologized, and they continued onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five minutes later, it happened again. The front tiger turned, growling, "I said stop it." The rear tiger again apologized, and they continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another five minutes passed, and again the front tiger felt the unwanted tongue. The front tiger turned, giving the rear tiger a ferocious glare, angrily hissing, "What is it with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rear tiger replied, "I'm sorry -- I really didn't mean to offend you. But I just ate a lawyer and I'm trying to get the taste out of my mouth!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-475767017071195121?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/475767017071195121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=475767017071195121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/475767017071195121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/475767017071195121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/poor-choice-of-snacks.html' title='A Poor Choice of Snacks'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1351622167888693859</id><published>2008-06-28T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:35:06.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Cow Tail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A foursome was on the last hole and when the last golfer drove off the tee he hooked into a cow pasture. He advised his friends to play through and he would meet them at the clubhouse. They followed the plan and waited for their friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a considerable time he appeared disheveled, bloody, and badly beaten up. They all wanted to know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that he went over to the cow pasture but could not find his ball. He noticed a cow wringing her tail in obvious pain. He went over and lifted her tail and saw a golf ball solidly embedded. It was a yellow ball so he knew it was not his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman comes out of the bushes apparently searching for her lost golf ball. The helpful male golfer lifted the cow's tail and asked, "Does this look like yours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last thing he could remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1351622167888693859?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1351622167888693859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1351622167888693859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1351622167888693859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1351622167888693859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/cow-tail.html' title='Cow Tail'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3813741483459283982</id><published>2008-06-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:34:27.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>Adopted Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deep within a forest a little turtle began to climb a tree. After hours of effort he reached the top, jumped into the air waving his front legs and crashed to the ground. After recovering, he slowly climbed the tree again, jumped, and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turtle tried again and again while a couple of birds sitting on a branch watched his sad efforts. Finally, the female bird turned to her mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear," she chirped, "I think it's time to tell him he's adopted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3813741483459283982?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3813741483459283982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3813741483459283982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3813741483459283982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3813741483459283982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/adopted-turtle.html' title='Adopted Turtle'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-5204418231759350783</id><published>2008-06-28T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:32:48.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Man, An Ostrich and A Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A man walks into a bar with an ostrich and a cat and sits at the bar. The bartender walks over to them and says, "What can I get for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says "I'll have a beer", the ostrich says, "I'll have a beer", and the cat says, "I'll have half a beer and I'm not buying." So the bartender says, "OK, that will be $3.87."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man reaches into his pocket and brings out the exact change and pays him. About an hour later the bartender goes back over to them and says, "What'll you guys have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "I'll have a beer", the ostrich says, "I'll have a beer", and the cat says "I'll have half a beer and I'm not buying." The bartender gets them their beer and says "That'll be $3.87."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man reaches into his pocket and brings out the exact change and pays him. A couple of days later they come back into the bar and the bartender walks over and asks "What do you guys want today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "I'll have a scotch", the ostrich says, "I'll have a bourbon", and the cat says, "I'll have half a beer and I'm not buying." So the bartender says "OK, that will be $7.53." The man reaches into his pocket and brings out the exact change and pays him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender's curiosity got the best of him and he asks, "Why is it that every time I tell you the amount you owe you always have the exact change in you pocket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "I found a bottle with a genie in it and she granted me 3 wishes. My first wish was that I always have the exact change in my pocket for anything I buy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, "That's a great wish...better than asking for a million dollars. A million dollars will run out but that never will. What were your other 2 wishes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "That's where I screwed up. I asked for a chick with long legs and a tight pussy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-5204418231759350783?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5204418231759350783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=5204418231759350783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5204418231759350783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5204418231759350783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/man-ostrich-and-cat.html' title='A Man, An Ostrich and A Cat'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8699631130225765533</id><published>2008-06-28T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:31:29.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands and Wives'/><title type='text'>Looking For A lot</title><content type='html'>Some time after their bitter divorce, a man happened to pull up&lt;br /&gt;  alongside his ex-wife at a traffic signal. He shouted over, "So...&lt;br /&gt;  out looking for a little, huh ?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She smiled sweetly and said, "No, I had 6 years of that with you. I'm&lt;br /&gt;  out looking for a lot !!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8699631130225765533?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8699631130225765533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8699631130225765533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8699631130225765533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8699631130225765533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-for-lot.html' title='Looking For A lot'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-5972347515100127295</id><published>2008-06-27T01:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:54:23.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Political Bumper Stickers for 2008</title><content type='html'>1. Bush: End of an Error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That's OK, I Wasn't Using My Civil Liberties Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Let's Fix Democracy in this Country First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If You Want a Nation Ruled By Religion, Move to Iran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bush, Like a Rock - Only Dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If You Can Read This, You're Not Our President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Of Course It Hurts: You're Getting Screwed by an Elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hey, Bush Supporters: Embarrassed Yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. George Bush: Creating the Terrorists Our Kids Will Have to Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Impeachment: It's Not Just for Blow Jobs Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. America: One Nation, Under Surveillance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. They Call Him "W" So He Can Spell It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who's God Do You Kill For?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Jail to the Chief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No, Seriously, Why Did We Invade Iraq ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Bush: God's Way of Proving Intelligent Design is Full of Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Bad President! No Banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We Need a President Who's Fluent In At Least One Language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We're Making Enemies Faster Than We Can Kill Them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is It Vietnam Yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Bush Doesn't Care About White People, Either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where Are We Going? And Why Are We In This Hand Basket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You Elected Him. You Deserve Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Dub ya, Your Dad Shoulda Pulled Out, Too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When Bush Took Office, Gas Was $1.46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Pray For Impeachment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The Republican Party: Our Bridge to the 11th Century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What Part of "Bush Lied" Don't You Understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. One Nation Under Clod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 2004: Embarrassed. 2005: Horrified. 2006: Terrified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Bush Never Exhaled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. At Least Nixon Resigned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-5972347515100127295?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5972347515100127295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=5972347515100127295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5972347515100127295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5972347515100127295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/political-bumper-stickers-for-2008.html' title='Political Bumper Stickers for 2008'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3434200553182380421</id><published>2008-06-27T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:53:55.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Cows and Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A CHRISTIAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. You keep one and give one to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SOCIALIST: You have two cows. The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN REPUBLICAN: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN DEMOCRAT: You have two cows. Your neighbor has none. You feel guilty for being successful. You vote people into office who tax your cows, forcing you to sell one to raise money to pay the tax. The people you voted for then take the tax money and buy a cow and give it to your neighbor. You feel righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COMMUNIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and provides you with milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FASCIST: You have two cows. The government seizes both and sells you the milk. You join the underground and start a campaign of sabotage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE: You have two cows. The government takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, then pours the milk down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN AMERICAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when the cow drops dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A FRENCH CORPORATION: You have two cows. You go on strike because you want three cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JAPANESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. You then create clever cow cartoon images called Cowkimon and market them World-Wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GERMAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRITISH CORPORATION: You have two cows. They are mad. They die. Pass the shepherd's pie, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ITALIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows, but you don't know where they are. You break for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RUSSIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You count them and learn you have five cows. You count them again and learn you have 42 cows. You count them again and learn you have 12 cows. You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SWISS CORPORATION: You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you. You charge others for storing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BRAZILIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You enter into a partnership with an American corporation. Soon you have 1000 cows and the American corporation declares bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INDIAN CORPORATION: You have two cows. You worship both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CHINESE CORPORATION: You have two cows. You have 300 people milking them. You claim full employment, high bovine productivity, and arrest the newsman who reported on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ISRAELI CORPORATION: There are these two Jewish cows, right? They open a milk factory, an ice cream store, and then sell the movie rights. They send their calves to Harvard to become doctors. So, who needs people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN ARKANSAS CORPORATION: You have two cows. That one on the left is kinda cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3434200553182380421?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3434200553182380421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3434200553182380421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3434200553182380421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3434200553182380421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/cows-and-politics.html' title='Cows and Politics'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2878323234474728271</id><published>2008-06-27T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:18:07.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>God Creates Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for seven days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, Michael the archangel found him. He inquired of God, "where were you?". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards through the clouds; "look son, look what I'm after making". Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "what is it?" God replied, "it's another planet but I'm after putting LIFE on it. I've named it Earth and there's going to be a balance between everything on it. For example, there's North America and South America. North America is going to be rich and south America is going to be poor, and the narrow bit joining them - that's going to be a hot spot. Now look over here. I've put a continent of whites in the north and another one of blacks in the south. And then the archangel said, "and what's that green dot there?". And God said "ahhh that's the Emerald Isle - that's a very special place. That's going to be the most glorious spot on earth; Beautiful Mountains, lakes, rivers, streams, and an exquisite coast line. These people here are going to be great craic and they're going to be found traveling the world. They'll be playwrights and poets and singers and songwriters. And I'm going to give them this black liquid which they're going to go mad on and for which people will come from the far corners of the earth to imbibe. Michael the Archangel gasped in wonder and admiration but then seeming startled proclaimed: "Hold on a second, what about the BALANCE, you said there was going to be a balance.. God replied wisely. "Wait until you see the neighbours I'm going to give them"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2878323234474728271?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2878323234474728271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2878323234474728271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2878323234474728271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2878323234474728271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-creates-ireland.html' title='God Creates Ireland'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8611748540241619797</id><published>2008-06-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:17:05.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Jokes'/><title type='text'>Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. The pastor of the church was looking over the cradle when he noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. Immediately he turned and went outside and saw a little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant, Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So he walked up to the boy and said, "Well, where did you get Him, my fine friend?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The little boy replied, "I got him from the church." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"And why did you take him?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boy said, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus and I told him if he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give him a ride around the block in it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8611748540241619797?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8611748540241619797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8611748540241619797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8611748540241619797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8611748540241619797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/christmas-present.html' title='Christmas Present'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6089888539750410631</id><published>2008-06-27T01:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:15:30.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A businessman was in a great deal of trouble. His business was failing, he had put everything he had into the business, he owed everybody-- it was so bad he was even contemplating suicide. As a last resort he went to a priest and poured out his story of tears and woe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When he had finished, the priest said, "Here's what I want you to do: Put a beach chair and your Bible in your car and drive down to the beach. Take the beach chair and the Bible to the water's edge, sit down in the beach chair, and put the Bible in your lap. Open the Bible; the wind will rifle the pages, but finally the open Bible will come to rest on a page. Look down at the page and read the first thing you see. That will be your answer, that will tell you what to do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year later the businessman went back to the priest and brought his wife and children with him. The man was in a new custom-tailored suit, his wife in a mink coat, the children shining. The businessman pulled an envelope stuffed with money out of his pocket, gave it to the priest as a donation in thanks for his advice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The priest recognized the benefactor, and was curious. "You did as I suggested?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Absolutely," replied the businessman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You went to the beach?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You sat in a beach chair with the Bible in your lap?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You let the pages rifle until they stopped?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Absolutely."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And what were the first words you saw?"&lt;/p&gt;"Chapter 11."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6089888539750410631?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6089888539750410631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6089888539750410631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6089888539750410631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6089888539750410631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4972068849993395213</id><published>2008-06-27T01:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:14:51.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>The Confession Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new priest is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks an older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears several confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the confessional for a few suggestions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The old priest suggests, "Cross your arms over your chest and rub your chin with one hand." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new priest tries this. The old priest suggests, "Try saying things like, 'I see, yes, go on, and I understand, how did you feel about that?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The new priest says those things, trying them out. The old priest says, "Now, don't you think that's a little better than slapping your knee and saying, 'No way! What happened next?'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4972068849993395213?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4972068849993395213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4972068849993395213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4972068849993395213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4972068849993395213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/confession-session.html' title='The Confession Session'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2404225013854572112</id><published>2008-06-27T01:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:14:21.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>An Athiest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young woman teacher with obvious liberal tendencies explains to her class of small children that she is an atheist. She asks her class if they are atheists too. Not really knowing what atheism is but wanting to be like their teacher, their hands explode into the air like fleshy fireworks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is, however, one exception. A beautiful girl named Lucy has not gone along with the crowd. The teacher asks her why she has decided to be different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Because I'm not an atheist."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, asks the teacher, "What are you?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I'm a Christian."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The teacher is a little perturbed now, her face slightly red. She asks Lucy why she is a Christian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Well, I was brought up knowing and loving Jesus. My mom is a Christian, and my dad is a Christian, so I am a Christian."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The teacher is now angry.  "That's no reason," she says loudly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"What if your mom was a moron, and your dad was a moron.  What would you be then?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She paused, and smiled.  "Then," says Lucy, "I'd be an atheist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2404225013854572112?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2404225013854572112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2404225013854572112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2404225013854572112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2404225013854572112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/athiest.html' title='An Athiest!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3607398755637903465</id><published>2008-06-27T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:13:34.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Praise the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a little old Christian lady living next door to an atheist. Every morning the lady comes out onto her front porch and shouts "Praise the Lord!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The atheist yells back, "There is no God".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She does this every morning with the same result. As time goes on, the lady runs into financial difficulties and has trouble buying food. She goes out onto the porch and asks God for help with groceries, then says "Praise the Lord".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next morning she goes out onto the porch and there's the groceries she asked for, and of course, she shouts "Praise the Lord!!!".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The atheist jumps out from behind a bush and says, "Ha, I bought those groceries - there is no God".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The lady looks at him and smiles, she shouts "Praise the Lord, not only did you provide for me Lord, you made Satan pay for the groceries!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3607398755637903465?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3607398755637903465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3607398755637903465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3607398755637903465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3607398755637903465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the Lord'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1171554504444007493</id><published>2008-06-27T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:12:00.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands and Wives'/><title type='text'>To My Loving Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple from Minneapolis decided to go to Florida for a long weekend to thaw out during one particularly icy winter. Because both had jobs, they had difficulty coordinating their travel schedules. It was decided that the husband would fly to Florida on a Thursday, and his wife would follow him the next day. Upon arriving as planned, the husband checked into the hotel. There he decided to open his laptop and send his wife an e-mail back in Minneapolis. However, he accidentally left off one letter in her address, and sent the e-mail without realizing his error. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. He was a minister of many years who had been 'called home to glory' following a heart attack. The widow checked her e-mail, expecting messages from relatives and friends. Upon reading the first message, she fainted and fell to the floor. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To: My Loving Wife&lt;br /&gt;From: Your Departed Husband&lt;br /&gt;Subject: I've Arrived!&lt;br /&gt;I've just arrived and have checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then! Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(P.S. Sure is hot down here!)&lt;/p&gt;Shelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1171554504444007493?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1171554504444007493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1171554504444007493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1171554504444007493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1171554504444007493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-loving-wife.html' title='To My Loving Wife'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2015074232514536457</id><published>2008-06-27T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:11:12.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Pick a Hymn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Sunday a pastor told his congregation that the church needed some extra money and asked the people to prayerfully consider giving a little extra in the offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would be able to pick out three hymns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the offering plates were passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed that someone had placed a $1,000 bill in offering. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with his congregation and said he'd like to personally thank the person who placed the money in the plate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rosie, all the way in the back, shyly raised her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful it was that she gave so much and in thanksgiving asked her to pick out three hymns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her eyes brightened as she looked over the congregation, pointed to the three most handsome men in the building and said, "I'll take him and him and him."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2015074232514536457?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2015074232514536457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2015074232514536457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2015074232514536457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2015074232514536457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-hymn.html' title='Pick a Hymn'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7560386856064242360</id><published>2008-06-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:10:30.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>Palestinian Versus Warning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new virus has been detected that you may want to take precautions against. Be careful, if you try to solve this virus problem, you will be castigated in the media and by the UN. This is the Palestinian Virus - a virus that settles in your PC, claims it was there before your PC was built or Bill Gates was born, then demands parts of your hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the virus to leave you and your PC alone, you can try to give the virus the hard drive space it wants, but it will refuse the deal and start killing data on your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have suggested a solution for this virus problem is to give the virus its own PC. As stated above, this virus has been known to refuse the offer. Other nearby PCs wont take the virus either, even if the virus is compatible with the other computers. The virus seams to want nothing less than to take over your entire computer and with the removal and destruction of all your data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Software based anti-virus solutions have been proposed, but so far only hardware solutions have had any impact. The only solution we have been able to determine that may work is physical removal of the virus from your computer. The only problem with this solution is all the other computers will object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7560386856064242360?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7560386856064242360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7560386856064242360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7560386856064242360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7560386856064242360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/palestinian-versus-warning.html' title='Palestinian Versus Warning!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3589533492693085389</id><published>2008-06-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:08:28.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands and Wives'/><title type='text'>Tensions of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The tensions of life were threatening to get a strangle hold on Bill, and after he'd finished a good dinner, he relaxed mindlessly in a soft chair next to the stereo, with a stiff drink in his hand. His wife knew nothing of his nervous state, and she climbed onto his lap with the thought of trying to wheedle a fur coat out of him, and snuggled and murmured and fondled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good heavens, Ethel," he exploded, "get off of me! I get enough of this at the office."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3589533492693085389?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3589533492693085389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3589533492693085389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3589533492693085389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3589533492693085389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/tensions-of-life.html' title='Tensions of Life'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4334000000158014230</id><published>2008-06-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:07:05.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands and Wives'/><title type='text'>Cheating Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3 golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his dresser drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The husband said I'm sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said "I guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replied" Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4334000000158014230?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4334000000158014230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4334000000158014230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4334000000158014230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4334000000158014230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/cheating-husband.html' title='Cheating Husband'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3079180924969482887</id><published>2008-06-23T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:46:03.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>A police officer in a small town stopped a motorist who was speeding down Main Street. "But officer," the man began, "I can explain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just be quiet," snapped the officer. "I'm going to let you cool your heels in jail until the chief gets back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, officer, I just wanted to say,..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I said to keep quiet! You're going to jail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the officer looked in on his prisoner and said, "Lucky for you that the chief's at his daughter's wedding. He'll be in a good mood when he gets back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't count on it," answered the fellow in the cell. "I'm the groom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3079180924969482887?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3079180924969482887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3079180924969482887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3079180924969482887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3079180924969482887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1862144803380230475</id><published>2008-06-22T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:49:52.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>What is Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep poo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1862144803380230475?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1862144803380230475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1862144803380230475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1862144803380230475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1862144803380230475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-politics.html' title='What is Politics'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2276636312037457632</id><published>2008-06-21T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:51:58.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Rules of Washington</title><content type='html'>If it's worth fighting for, it's worth fighting dirty for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie, cheat or steal...unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always one more son of a bitch than you counted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An honest answer can get you into a lot of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken little only has to be right once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO" is only an interim response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you ever tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is a variable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A porcupine with his quills down in just another fat rodent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can agree with any concept or notional future option, in principle, but fight implementation every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise is not a guarantee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't counter the argument, leave the meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2276636312037457632?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2276636312037457632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2276636312037457632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2276636312037457632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2276636312037457632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/rules-of-washington.html' title='Rules of Washington'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6087125945787381557</id><published>2008-06-17T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:52:55.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Political Jokes'/><title type='text'>Clinton One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Clinton one-liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Clinton and Gore: They have what it takes to take what you've got!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carter is no longer the worst U.S. President"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Clinton of Borg. Your incomes will be assimilated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Bill Clinton, for costing me my job.  I will repay you in 1996.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hillary!  Shut-up and redecorate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other car was cancelled by the Clinton Tax Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the spending stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Clinton was the answer, it must have been a real stupid question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton in 1996--NOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Fonda Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodhamhood: She steals from everyone to give to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton is living proof why stupid people shouldn't vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voter: "The joke's over, bring back Bush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysler Corporation is adding a new car to its line to honor Bill Clinton. The Dodge Draft will begin production in Canada this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clinton was asked what he thought about foreign affairs, he replied, "I don't know. I never had one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you came across Bill Clinton struggling in a raging river and you had a choice between rescuing him or getting a Pulitzer prize-winning photograph, what shutter speed would you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea asked her dad, "Do all fairy tales begin with once upon a time...?" Bill Clinton replied, "No. Some begin with 'After I'm elected...'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Clinton will be starring in his own TV show next season. It's called "Welcome Back Carter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear it took three secret service agents to hold Hillary's hand down during the swearing-in ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Clinton's divorce before 1996, who will get the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Clinton was asked about Roe vs. Wade, he replied "I think the Haitians had better row because it is too far to wade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton's mother prayed fervently that Bill would grow up and be president. So far, half of her prayer has been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The money clip of the 90's will be a penny stuck in a paper clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton's 11th Commandment: Thou shalt not commit thyself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton has been mistakenly characterized as a "yes man" when he is really a "yes ma'am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with a government-run trust fund is that there is too little of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton should be proud. He has done more in six months than Jimmy Carter in four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't putting Bill Clinton in charge of a trust fund as insane as putting in a draft-dodger as Commander in Chief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton only lacks three things to become one of America's finest leaders: Integrity, vision, and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked about his views on euthanasia, Clinton replied, "Youth in Asia are just like kids everywhere else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diapers and congressmen need to be changed frequently for much the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton is doing the work of 3 men: Larry, Curly, and Moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 50% of adults are illiterate, how come Bill only got 43% of the vote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news about Clinton's health care is that everyone will be covered.  The bad news is that it will be with dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If character is not an issue, why isn't Ted Kennedy president?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton floated a strike on baseball's opening day but most of his pitches are high and to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Clinton wanted legislation to burn down the Capitol building, Republicans in the Senate would introduce a compromise bill to burn it down over three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food stamps are rationed so what makes you think government-run health care won't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can call Clinton a cheap taxpayer. Look at how much he is costing the taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bill's Congress passes a law, it's a joke...but when Hillary tells a joke, it' the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he met JFK, Clinton wanted to be president in the worst possible way...now he's succeeding beyond his wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxymoron of 1994: Whitewater Development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about the new Bill Clinton doll? You pull the string and it never tells the same story twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A George Bush watch has no hands and says "read my lips."&lt;br /&gt;A Ross Perot watch only runs sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;A Clinton watch has two faces and neither one works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One thing's sure about Clinton--he sure doesn't neglect domestic affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Kerrey, when asked about Bill Clinton dodging the draft: "Do I care if he evaded the draft? Well, a part of me does." [Mr. Kerrey lost a leg in Vietnam]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton.  The perfect thing if pro wrestling is too complicated for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 200 dollar hair cut? What kind of example does that set? With hair like Clinton's, two hundred bucks isn't enough to make it look right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Death, Taxes, and Democrats will always be with us, at least Death never gets any worse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Clinton have the courage to call his plan what it really is?  "Socialism"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Clinton is not a "tax and spend" Democrat, he is a "contribute and invest" democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Apirl 23, 1993 Tonight show, Jay Leno noted in his monologue that Clinton had broken so many promises that he has actually run out of promises to break! So he has asked his aids to bring him a list of all of Reagan's and Bush's promises so he can start working on breaking their promises too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard of the Clintons being referred to as Billary, combining Bill and Hillary. Well, why not switch it around and say "Hillbilly"... Hey! That fits all too well. And please I mean no offense to the President. Or her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From The Simpsons in April of 1993:&lt;br /&gt;[Bart] Didn't you think there was something wrong when you were getting checks for doing nothing?&lt;br /&gt;[Grandpa] I thought it was because the Democrats were back in power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter 1: The cult members seem totally brainwashed, and still place their blind faith in a false savior offering hollow promises of salvation!&lt;br /&gt;Reporter 2: And that concludes our report from the Clinton White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two U.S. cities with the highest alcohol consumption are Las Vegas and Washington, DC. The difference between the two is that in Washington the drunks are gambling with our money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Change, change, change... That's all we'll have in our pockets if Bill Clinton is elected president." -- George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bill's brother who who owns a band, Politics, will be playing at the inauguration if Bill Clinton gets elected. Bill's brother will bring down the house just like Bill Clinton will bring down the country." -- MTV News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Vote Democrat... It's easier than getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "They are Drawing Up Lists of Tax Increases and Cuts in Entitlement Programs. One Target: Big Corporations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Which is worse, a Vice-President who can't spell or a President who can't add?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are too many bills to pay without having to pay the one in Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were so poor that even Bill Clinton's tax plan would't call us rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Clinton said he was going to create 8 million new jobs, I didn't think they were all going to be tax collectors." -- Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The trouble with political jokes is that the dumbest one of them got elected President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Election night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: ``Honey, we won!''&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: ``Honestly?!''&lt;br /&gt;Bill: ``Let's not bring that up...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Clinton is trying to tell us a no-frills medical care plan. Trouble is, medical care is a frill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bill: ``Have you heard my last speech?''&lt;br /&gt;Hillary: ``No, I didn't know it was the last one!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Want to leave the other country absolutely devasted? Ruined? Unable to function for years?&lt;br /&gt;Well, great, bring the troops home and send over some politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advantage Clinton has over past presidents is that doesn't have to worry about how much time he should spend on his re-election campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Is Whitewater used to wash the Yellow Streak off of Bill Clinton's draft dodging back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oxymoron of the century:&lt;br /&gt;Liberal Mastermind . . .&lt;br /&gt;Whitewater Development&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bill Clinton . . . a good reason not to root for anyone playing Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't trust President Clinton or her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Clinton Administration: Stupid is as stupid does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Democrats seem to think they have a monopoly on protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bill Clinton virus - System makes lots of noise, but nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [Post 1994 Election aftermath]&lt;br /&gt;I hear that thousands of rafts overflowing with Democrats are washing up on the shores of Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Bill and Hillary have provided the special prosecutor with every shred of evidence they have." -- Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; President Bevis, Vice President Butthead&lt;br /&gt;I thought that happened in November of 1992.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a line in George's speech where he said I raised taxes one time and I lived to regret it. Bill Clinton did it 132 times and loved every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "When Bill Clinton blows his taxophone, America will be singing the blues." -- George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Clinton: "I will consult both sides of the issue on Free Trade."&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: "Uh, That would be you Governor Clinton!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing footage from the new movie "The Lion King," I want to dedicate a movie to Bill Clinton. I'd like to call it "The Lion President."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6087125945787381557?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6087125945787381557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6087125945787381557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6087125945787381557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6087125945787381557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/06/clinton-one-liners.html' title='Clinton One Liners'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7757954689573756044</id><published>2008-05-16T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:31:34.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Jokes'/><title type='text'>Doc I want to Live Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A man goes to the doctor and says, "Doc, I would like to live very long. What should I do?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I think that is a wise decision," the doctor replies. "Let's see, do you smoke?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Half a pack a day."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Starting now, no more smoking." The man agrees.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The doctor then asks, "Do you drink?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Not much, just a bit of wine with my meals, and a beer or two every once in a while."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Starting now, you drink only water. No exceptions."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The man is a bit upset, but also agrees.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The doctor asks, "How do you eat?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Oh, well, normal stuff."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Starting now you are going on a very strict diet. You are going to eat only raw vegetables, with no dressing, and non-fat cottage cheese."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The man is now really worried. "Doc, is all this really necessary?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Do you want to live long?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Yes."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Well then, it's absolutely necessary. And don't even think of breaking the diet." The man is quite restless, but the doctor continues, "Do you have sex?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Yeah, once a week or so..., only with my wife!" he adds hurriedly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"As soon as you get out of here you are going to buy twin beds. No more sex for you. "&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The man is appalled. "Are you sure I'm going to live longer this way?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"I have no idea, but whatever you live, I assure you is going to seem like an eternity!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7757954689573756044?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7757954689573756044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7757954689573756044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7757954689573756044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7757954689573756044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/doc-i-want-to-live-long.html' title='Doc I want to Live Long'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1470171632633442374</id><published>2008-05-16T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:29:43.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Jokes'/><title type='text'>Worst than Numbered Days: Delayed Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor calls her patient&lt;/span&gt;:      I have some bad news and some very very bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patient:     &lt;/span&gt;Well, might as well give me the bad news first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt;      The lab called with your test results. They said you have          no more than 24 hours to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patient:&lt;/span&gt;     24 hours! That's terrible!!  What could be worse than that? So, what's the very bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:      &lt;/span&gt;I have been trying to reach you since yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1470171632633442374?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1470171632633442374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1470171632633442374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1470171632633442374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1470171632633442374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/worst-than-numbered-days-delayed.html' title='Worst than Numbered Days: Delayed Information'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3695147731240695672</id><published>2008-05-16T22:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:27:31.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Jokes'/><title type='text'>Golf, Boss and Boss' Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carl goes out golfing with his boss Lyle to play 9 holes on their lunch. While both men are playing excellently and at a fast pace, they are often held up by two women in front of them chatting and searching for hook shots execissively. Joe goes to talk to the women and see if they can speed it up a bit. But once he gets about half the way to them, he stops and hurries back to where his boss Lyle is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyle asks what the problem is. "Well one of those women is my wife and the other my mistress," said Carl. Lyle just shook his head and with his impatience growing started toward the women determined to finish his round of golf. Preparing to ask the ladies to speed up their game, he too stopped short and turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl asked "what's wrong?" Lyle replied, "It's a small, small world Carl, and you're fired."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3695147731240695672?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3695147731240695672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3695147731240695672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3695147731240695672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3695147731240695672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/golf-boss-and-boss-wife.html' title='Golf, Boss and Boss&apos; Wife'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7359509004236587391</id><published>2008-05-16T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:25:46.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Jokes'/><title type='text'>Golf and Taxes</title><content type='html'>Q: How is golf like taxes?&lt;br /&gt;A: You drive hard to get to the green, and then you wind up in the hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7359509004236587391?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7359509004236587391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7359509004236587391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7359509004236587391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7359509004236587391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/golf-and-taxes.html' title='Golf and Taxes'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3249992789447388079</id><published>2008-05-16T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:25:19.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Two Pairs of Pants</title><content type='html'>Q: Why did the golfer wear 2 pairs of pants?&lt;br /&gt;A: In case he got a hole in one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3249992789447388079?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3249992789447388079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3249992789447388079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3249992789447388079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3249992789447388079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-two-pairs-of-pants.html' title='Why Two Pairs of Pants'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8262155490534851837</id><published>2008-05-14T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:10:37.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>The Cat In Heaven</title><content type='html'>One day a cat loses its ninth life causes and goes to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he meets the Lord Himself. The Lord says to the cat, "You lived a good life and if there is any way I can make your stay in Heaven more comfortable, please let me know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat thinks for a moment and says, "Lord, all my life I have lived with a poor family and had to sleep on a hard wooden floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord stops the cat and says, "Say no more" and a wonderful fluffy pillow appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later six mice are killed in a tragic farming accident and go to heaven. Again the Lord them and makes the same offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mice answer, "All of our lives we have been chased. We have had to run from cats, dogs, and even women with brooms. We are tired of running. Do you think we could fit us with roller skates so we don't have to run anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says, "No problem" and suddenly each mouse has a beautiful pair of roller skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later the Lord stops by to see the cat and finds him snoozing happily on the pillow. The Lord gently wakes him and asks, "How are things since you are here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat slowly stretches out his legs. "It’s wonderful here. Better than I could have ever expected.” he replies, “And those Meals On Wheels you keep sending by are absolutely brilliant!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8262155490534851837?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8262155490534851837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8262155490534851837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8262155490534851837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8262155490534851837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/cat-in-heaven.html' title='The Cat In Heaven'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3254425069000256110</id><published>2008-05-14T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:08:33.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Woman's Perfect Breakfast</title><content type='html'>She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.&lt;br /&gt;And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3254425069000256110?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3254425069000256110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3254425069000256110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3254425069000256110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3254425069000256110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/womans-perfect-breakfast.html' title='Woman&apos;s Perfect Breakfast'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3995598416658630463</id><published>2008-05-14T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:07:07.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>Red Head Babies</title><content type='html'>After their baby was born, the panicked father went to see the Obstetrician.&lt;br /&gt;"Doctor," the man said, "I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has red hair. She can't possibly be mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nonsense," the doctor said. "Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't possible," the man insisted. "This can't be, our families on both sides had jet-black hair for generations. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this. How often do you have sex?" The man seemed a bit ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been working very hard for the past year. We only made love once or twice every few months."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there you have it!" The doctor said confidently. "It's rust."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3995598416658630463?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3995598416658630463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3995598416658630463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3995598416658630463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3995598416658630463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/red-head-babies.html' title='Red Head Babies'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4130506878684817843</id><published>2008-05-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:06:12.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>Died With Er+ction</title><content type='html'>The victim of an awful automobile accident was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital, and the emergency nurse was ordered to prepare the body for the undertaker.&lt;br /&gt;Removing his clothes, she discovered that the young man had died with the most massive ERECTION she had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to take her eyes off it, she finally yielded to temptation, took off her panties, straddled the stiff and proceeded to enjoy herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was just getting down from the table when a second nurse came in and saw her and promptly reprimanded her for her obscene behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the harm?" shot back the first nurse. "I enjoyed it, and HE surely didn't mind it. Besides, he can't complain and I can't get pregnant. Why don't YOU give it a try too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I can't possibly," said the second nurse, blushing. "First, he's dead and second, I've got my period. Anyway, listen, the doctor wants you."&lt;br /&gt;And so the first nurse left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second nurse got to work, but soon found herself terribly excited by this massive hard-on and finally climbed on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was starting to cum, she was astonished to feel the man climax too!&lt;br /&gt;Looking down and seeing his eyelids starting to flutter, she exclaimed in shock, "I thought you were dead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lady, I thought I was too," said the man, "until you gave me that blood transfusion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4130506878684817843?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4130506878684817843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4130506878684817843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4130506878684817843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4130506878684817843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/died-with-erction.html' title='Died With Er+ction'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2713925962359970234</id><published>2008-05-14T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:05:16.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>3 Times a Year</title><content type='html'>"After 10 years of marriage, sex with my wife is down to three times a year."&lt;br /&gt;"Same here, Pal. As a matter of fact, if mine didn't sleep with her mouth open, I'd have none at all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2713925962359970234?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2713925962359970234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2713925962359970234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2713925962359970234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2713925962359970234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-times-year.html' title='3 Times a Year'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3497626866649736909</id><published>2008-05-14T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:04:09.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>Old Man Jones</title><content type='html'>The doctor was surprised to find old man Jones sitting on the bed holding up his middle finger and sticking out his tongue. He walked over to the nurse who was taking his vitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me,” said the doctor, “but why is Mr. Jones sitting like that?”&lt;br /&gt;The nurse replied, “I told him you were going to examine his sexual organs.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3497626866649736909?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3497626866649736909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3497626866649736909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3497626866649736909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3497626866649736909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/old-man-jones.html' title='Old Man Jones'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4440897626240013493</id><published>2008-05-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:03:32.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>Dating in the 50's</title><content type='html'>It's the summer of 1956 and Harold goes to pick up his date, Peggy Sue. Harold's a pretty hip guy with his own car and a duck tail hairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he goes to the front door, Peggy Sue's mother answers and invites him in. 'Peggy Sue's not ready yet, so why don't you have a seat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Sue's mother asks Harold what they're planning to do. Harold replies politely that they will probably just go to the malt shop or to a drive-in movie.&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Sue's mother responds, 'Why don't you kids go out and screw? I hear all the kids are doing it.' Naturally this comes as quite a surprise to Harold and he says, 'Whaaaat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah,' says Peggy Sue's mother, 'We know Peggy Sue really likes to screw; why, she'd screw all night if we let her!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold's eyes light up and he smiles from ear to ear. Immediately, he has revised the plans for the evening. A few minutes later, Peggy Sue comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt with her saddle shoes, and announces that she's ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost breathless with anticipation, Harold escorts his date out the front door while Mom is saying, 'Have a good evening kids,' with a small wink for Harold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 minutes later, a thoroughly disheveled Peggy Sue rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her mother:&lt;br /&gt;'Dammit, Mom! It's the Twist! It's called The Twist!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4440897626240013493?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4440897626240013493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4440897626240013493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4440897626240013493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4440897626240013493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/dating-in-50s.html' title='Dating in the 50&apos;s'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3113665185244708922</id><published>2008-05-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:02:23.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For Adults Only'/><title type='text'>Adult Joke: Coincidence</title><content type='html'>A chicken farmer went into a local tavern and took a seat at the bar next to a woman patron and orders a glass of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;The woman perks up and says, " How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!"&lt;br /&gt;He turned to her and said, "What a coincidence. This is a special day for me, I'm celebrating."&lt;br /&gt;"This is a special day for me, too, and I'm also celebrating!" says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence ," says the man. They clinked glasses and he asked, "What are you celebrating?"&lt;br /&gt;"My husband and I have been trying to have a child. Today, my gynecologist told me I'm pregnant!"&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence," says the man. "I'm a chicken farmer and my last batch of hens were infertile, but today they're finally fertile."&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" says the woman, "How did your chickens become fertile?"&lt;br /&gt;"I switched cocks," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;" What a coincidence," she said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3113665185244708922?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3113665185244708922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3113665185244708922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3113665185244708922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3113665185244708922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/adult-joke-coincidence.html' title='Adult Joke: Coincidence'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8718865978854203305</id><published>2008-05-14T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:00:55.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Pregnancy Q and A</title><content type='html'>Q: Should I have a baby after 35?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, 35 children is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?&lt;br /&gt;A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.&lt;br /&gt;A: So what's your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?&lt;br /&gt;A: When the kids are in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8718865978854203305?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8718865978854203305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8718865978854203305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8718865978854203305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8718865978854203305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/pregnancy-q-and.html' title='Pregnancy Q and A'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3126718249787965702</id><published>2008-05-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:59:21.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Casino</title><content type='html'>A man spent a weekend gambling in Las Vegas casinos, and he won $100,000. He didn't want anyone to know about it, so whan he came back home, he immediately went out to the backyard of his house, dug a hole and planted the money in it. The next morning he walked outside and found only an empty hole. He noticed footsteps leading from the hole to the house next door, which was owned by a deaf-mute. On the same street lived a professor who understood sign language and was a friend of the deaf man. Grabbing his pistol, the enraged man went to awaken the professor and dragged him to the deaf man's house. He screamed at the professor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You tell this guy that if he doesn't give me back my money I'll kill him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor conveyed the message to his friend, and his friend replied in sign language:&lt;br /&gt;- "I hid it in my backyard, underneath the cherry tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor turned to the man with the gun and said:&lt;br /&gt;- "He's not going to tell you. He said he'd rather die first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3126718249787965702?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3126718249787965702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3126718249787965702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3126718249787965702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3126718249787965702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/05/casino.html' title='Casino'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3636471709153737466</id><published>2008-04-20T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:51:12.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>Female Lawyer vs. PitBull</title><content type='html'>Q: What's the difference between a female lawyer and a pitbull? &lt;p&gt; A: Lipstick.                                                     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3636471709153737466?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3636471709153737466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3636471709153737466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3636471709153737466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3636471709153737466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/female-lawyer-vs-pitbull.html' title='Female Lawyer vs. PitBull'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1340895284203195753</id><published>2008-04-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:17:55.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty'/><title type='text'>Viagra Overdose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_m8dCmEChI/AAAAAAAABpE/g22avL7vEPM/s1600-h/Question+Mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_m8dCmEChI/AAAAAAAABpE/g22avL7vEPM/s320/Question+Mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186383652992584210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about the guy who died of Viagra overdose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't close his casket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1340895284203195753?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1340895284203195753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1340895284203195753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1340895284203195753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1340895284203195753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/viagra-overdose.html' title='Viagra Overdose'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_m8dCmEChI/AAAAAAAABpE/g22avL7vEPM/s72-c/Question+Mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8650568155301995740</id><published>2008-04-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:15:13.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>Topless Fat Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="a3" align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day there was a big lady swimming at the beach when she noticed that she had lost her top. She thought that no one would notice if she covered herself with her arms and walked overto her towel. Then a little girl came running up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to drown those puppies, at least   let me have the one with the cute little pink   nose."&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8650568155301995740?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8650568155301995740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8650568155301995740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8650568155301995740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8650568155301995740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/topless-fat-woman.html' title='Topless Fat Woman'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-5988644577131374701</id><published>2008-04-06T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:11:55.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Office Jokes'/><title type='text'>Useful Work Phrases</title><content type='html'>I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular level I'm really quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-5988644577131374701?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5988644577131374701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=5988644577131374701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5988644577131374701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5988644577131374701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/useful-work-phrases.html' title='Useful Work Phrases'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2292934120304149811</id><published>2008-04-06T23:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:10:55.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funeral'/><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A man reluctantly attends his laywer's funeral expecting to be one of the one people there, and is suprised to see a huge turnout for this one terrible man. He turns to the people around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you all at this lawyer's funeral?” he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man turns towards him and says, “We''re all clients.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you ALL came to pay your respects?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, we came to make sure he was really dead.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2292934120304149811?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2292934120304149811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2292934120304149811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2292934120304149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2292934120304149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1079198691605358815</id><published>2008-04-06T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:09:35.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Not Going to Try this One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons or prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted and it immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slip from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the side of the horse anyway. The horse gallops along, seemingly ignorant of its slipping rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot becomes entangled in the stirrup, and she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starts to lose consciousness, but to her great fortune, Bobby, the Wal-Mart greeter, sees her and unplugs the horse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1079198691605358815?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1079198691605358815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1079198691605358815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1079198691605358815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1079198691605358815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-going-to-try-this-one.html' title='Not Going to Try this One'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8593461313002339450</id><published>2008-04-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:08:48.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><title type='text'>Letter from Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_m6ICmECgI/AAAAAAAABo8/_CtD5eMjXMk/s320/granny.jpg" alt="granny, grandma" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186381093192075778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put in on my bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is and I didn't notice that the light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd never have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that LOTS of people love Jesus. Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and when he leaned out of his window and screamed, "for the love of God, GO! GO!" What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love. There must have been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant, he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandson burst out laughing, why even he was enjoying this religious experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers grinning, and drove on through the intersection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share Grandma's letter with your friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8593461313002339450?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8593461313002339450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8593461313002339450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8593461313002339450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8593461313002339450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/letter-from-grandma.html' title='Letter from Grandma'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_m6ICmECgI/AAAAAAAABo8/_CtD5eMjXMk/s72-c/granny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-7222320498732358886</id><published>2008-04-06T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:46:31.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Man Buys Condom</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a pharmacy, buys a condom, then walks out of the store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;laughing hysterically. The pharmacist thinks this is weird, but, hey, there's&lt;br /&gt;no law preventing weird people from buying condoms. Maybe it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the man comes back to the store, purchases another condom, and&lt;br /&gt;once again he leaves the store laughing wildly. This piques the interest of&lt;br /&gt;the pharmacist. What's so funny about buying a rubber, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he tells his clerk, "If this guy ever comes back, I want you to follow him&lt;br /&gt;to see where he goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, the next day the laugher is back. He buys the condom, starts&lt;br /&gt;cracking up, then leaves. The pharmacist tells his clerk to go follow the&lt;br /&gt;guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, the clerk comes back to the store.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you follow him? Where did he go?" asks the pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;The clerk replies "Your house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-7222320498732358886?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/7222320498732358886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=7222320498732358886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7222320498732358886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/7222320498732358886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-buys-condom.html' title='Man Buys Condom'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-6196596178970685915</id><published>2008-04-06T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:44:00.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>NO $</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;No $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;$chool i$ really great. I am making lot$ of friend$ and $tudying very hard.&lt;br /&gt;With all my $tuff, I $imply can't think of anything I need, $o if you would&lt;br /&gt;like, you can ju$t $end me a card, a$ I would love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your $on.&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kNOw that astroNOmy, ecoNOmics, and oceaNOgraphy are eNOugh to keep even an&lt;br /&gt;hoNOr student busy. Do NOt forget that the pursuit of kNOwledge is a NOble&lt;br /&gt;task, and you can never study eNOugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-6196596178970685915?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/6196596178970685915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=6196596178970685915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6196596178970685915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/6196596178970685915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/no.html' title='NO $'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1526178449055847190</id><published>2008-04-06T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:41:17.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Wife or Mistress?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ladysconfessions.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_mzzimECfI/AAAAAAAABo0/roSWI8aBU3o/s320/laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186374143934990834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both?" they asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Engineer:&lt;/span&gt; "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get some work done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1526178449055847190?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1526178449055847190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1526178449055847190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1526178449055847190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1526178449055847190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/wife-or-mistress.html' title='Wife or Mistress?'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R_mzzimECfI/AAAAAAAABo0/roSWI8aBU3o/s72-c/laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-5645860150819214237</id><published>2008-04-06T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:36:54.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>You've Been Programmed!</title><content type='html'>When you are counting objects, you go "0,1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,A,B,C,D...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about a bus schedule, you wonder if it is 16 or 32 bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your wife says "If you don't turn off that darn machine and come to bed,then I am going to divorce you!", and you chastise her for for omitting the else clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are reading a book and look for the space bar to get to the next page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look for your car keys using: "grep keys /dev/pockets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When after fooling around all day with routers etc, you pick up the phone and start dialing an IP number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get in the elevator and double-press the button for the floor you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When not only do you check your email more often than your paper mail, but you remember your {network address} faster than your postal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to balance your checkbook and discover that you're doing the math in octal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you dream in 256 palettes of 256 colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-5645860150819214237?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5645860150819214237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=5645860150819214237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5645860150819214237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5645860150819214237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/youve-been-programmed.html' title='You&apos;ve Been Programmed!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1852219433104401930</id><published>2008-04-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:34:24.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring Stories'/><title type='text'>Janitor or Millionnaire?!</title><content type='html'>Closer Than You Think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An unemployed man goes to apply for a job with Microsoft as a janitor. The manager there arranges for him to take an aptitude test (Section: Floors, sweeping and cleaning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, the manager says, "You will be employed at minimum wage, $5.15 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address, so that I can send you a form to complete and tell you where to report for work on your first day. Taken aback, the man protests that he has neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the MS manager replies, "Well, then, that means that you virtually don't exist and can therefore hardly expect to be employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having only $10 in his wallet, he decides to buy a 25 lb flat of tomatoes at the supermarket. Within less than 2 hours, he sells all the tomatoes individually at 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day, he ends up with almost $100 before going to sleep that night. And thus it dawns on him that he could quite easily make a living selling tomatoes. Getting up early every day and going to bed late, he multiplies his profits quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short time he acquires a cart to transport several dozen boxes of tomatoes, only to have to trade it in again so that he can buy a pick-up truck to support his expanding business. By the end of the second year, he is the owner of a fleet of pick-up trucks and manages a staff of a hundred former unemployed people, all selling tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the future of his wife and children, he decides to buy some life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. At the end of the telephone conversation, the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents electronically. When the man replies that he has no e-mail, the adviser is stunned, "What, you don't have e-mail? How on earth have you managed to amass such wealth without the Internet, e-mail and e-commerce? Just imagine where you would be now, if you had been connected to the Internet from the very start!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of thought, the tomato millionaire replied, "Why, of course! I would be a floor cleaner at Microsoft!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Internet, e-mail and e-commerce do not need to rule your life.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't have e-mail, but work hard, you can still become a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;3. Since you got this story via e-mail, you're probably closer to becoming a janitor than you are to becoming a millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you do have a computer and e-mail, you have already been taken to the cleaners by Microsoft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1852219433104401930?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1852219433104401930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1852219433104401930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1852219433104401930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1852219433104401930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/janitor-or-millionnaire.html' title='Janitor or Millionnaire?!'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4622022631070558478</id><published>2008-04-06T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:28:25.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dad Where Did I come From??</title><content type='html'>CHILD : Dad, where did I come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD : Okay, we had to have this conversation some day!...... So why not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD : Okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now Listen.... Dad and mom met in a chat room on the net. I set up a meeting with your mom and we landed in the bathroom at the Cyber Cafe. Then, mom did some downloads from dads memory stick and when dad was ready to upload, We discovered that there was no firewall. Seeing that it was a bit too late to cancel, I just carried on doing the upload. Nine months later, the damn virus appeared!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILD : Huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-4622022631070558478?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/4622022631070558478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=4622022631070558478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4622022631070558478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/4622022631070558478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/dad-where-did-i-come-from.html' title='Dad Where Did I come From??'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-109848301516817996</id><published>2008-04-06T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:27:30.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>What a Long History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Jewish man and a Chinese man were conversing. The Jewish man commented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;upon what a wise people the Chinese are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes," replied the Chinese, "Our culture is over 4,000 years old. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;you Jews are a very wise people, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Jewish man replied, "Yes, our culture is over 5,000 years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Chinese man was incredulous, "That's impossible," he replied. "Where did your people eat for a thousand years? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-109848301516817996?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/109848301516817996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=109848301516817996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/109848301516817996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/109848301516817996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-long-history.html' title='What a Long History'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8878806247616756308</id><published>2008-04-06T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:26:23.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Baseball Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A recent Scottish immigrant attends his first baseball game in his new country and after a base hit he hears the fans roaring run....run! The next batter connects heavily with the ball and the Scotsman stands up and roars with the crowd in his thick accent: "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-run will ya!" A third batter slams a hit and again the Scotsman, obviously pleased with his knowledge of the game, screams "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run will ya!" The next batter held his swing at three and two and as the ump calls a walk the Scotsman stands up yelling "R-r-run ya bahstard, r-r-run!" All the surrounding fans giggle quietly and he sits down confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span serif=""   style="font-family:Verdana,;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friendly fan, sensing his embarrassment whisper, "He doesn't have to run, he's got four balls." After this explanation the Scotsman stands up in disbelief and screams, "Walk with pr-r-ride man! Walk with pr-r-ride!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8878806247616756308?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8878806247616756308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8878806247616756308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8878806247616756308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8878806247616756308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/04/baseball-fan.html' title='Baseball Fan'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2621499865951350941</id><published>2008-03-18T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:38:37.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computers and Technology'/><title type='text'>The Computer Viruses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam and Eve virus&lt;/span&gt;: Takes a couple of bytes out of your Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Airline viru&lt;/span&gt;s: You're in Dallas, but your data is in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anita Hill virus:&lt;/span&gt; Lies dormant for ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arnold Schwarzenegger virus&lt;/span&gt;: Terminates and stays resident. It'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T virus: &lt;/span&gt;Every three minutes it tells you what great service you are getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The MCI virus: &lt;/span&gt;Every three minutes it reminds you that you're paying too much for the AT&amp;amp;T virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill Clinton virus:&lt;/span&gt; This virus mutates from region to region and we're not exactly sure what it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bill Clinton virus: &lt;/span&gt;Promises to give equal time to all processes: 50% to poor, slow processes; 50% to middle-class processes, and 50% to rich ones. This virus protests your computer's involvement in other computer's affairs, even though it has been having one of its own for 12 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congressional Virus: &lt;/span&gt;Overdraws your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congressional Virus&lt;/span&gt;: The computer locks up, screen splits erratically with a message appearing on each half blaming the other side for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Quayle virus:&lt;/span&gt; Prevents your system from spawning any child processes without joining into a binary network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Quayle virus:&lt;/span&gt; Simplye addse ane ee toe everye worde youe typee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Duke virus: &lt;/span&gt;Makes your screen go completely white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elvis virus: &lt;/span&gt;Your computer gets fat, slow, and lazy and then self destructs, only to resurface at shopping malls and service stations across rural America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Federal bureaucrat virus: &lt;/span&gt;Divides your hard disk into hundreds of little units, each of which do practically nothing, but all of which claim to be the most important part of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freudian virus:&lt;/span&gt; Your computer becomes obsessed with marrying its own motherboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gallup virus:&lt;/span&gt; Sixty percent of the PCs infected will lose 38 percent of their data 14 percent of the time (plus or minus a 3.5 percent margin of error).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Bush virus:&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't do anything, but you can't get rid of it until November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Government economist virus:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing works, but all your diagnostic software says everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerry Brown virus:&lt;/span&gt; Blanks your screen and begins flashing an 800 number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna virus:&lt;/span&gt; If your computer gets this virus, lock up your dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mario Cuomo virus:&lt;/span&gt; It would be a great virus, but it refuses to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson virus:&lt;/span&gt; Hard to identify because it is constantly altering its appearance. This virus won't harm your PC, but it will trash your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New World Order virus:&lt;/span&gt; probably harmless, but it makes a lot of people really mad just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nike virus:&lt;/span&gt; Just Does It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ollie North virus:&lt;/span&gt; Turns your printer into a document shredder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oprah Winfrey virus:&lt;/span&gt; Your 200MB hard drive suddenly shrinks to 80MB, and then slowly expands back to 200MB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pat Buchanan virus:&lt;/span&gt; Shifts all your output to the extreme right of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Revere virus: &lt;/span&gt;This revolutionary virus does not horse around. It warns you of impending hard disk attack---once if by LAN, twice if by C:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Tsongas virus&lt;/span&gt;: Pops up on December 25 and says, "I'm not Santa Claus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PBS virus:&lt;/span&gt; Your PC stops every few minutes to ask for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Politically correct virus:&lt;/span&gt; Never calls itself a "virus", but instead refers to itself as an "electronic microorganism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Richard Nixon virus:&lt;/span&gt; Also known as the "Tricky Dick Virus", you can wipe it out but it always makes a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right To Life virus:&lt;/span&gt; Won't allow you to delete a file, regardless of how old it is. If you attempt to erase a file, it requires you to first see a counselor about possible alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ross Perot virus:&lt;/span&gt; Activates every component in your system, just before the whole thing quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ted Kennedy virus:&lt;/span&gt; Crashes your computer but denies it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ted Turner virus: &lt;/span&gt;Colorizes your monochrome monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terry Randle virus:&lt;/span&gt; Prints "Oh no you don't" whenever you choose "Abort" from the "Abort, Retry, Fail" message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas virus:&lt;/span&gt; Makes sure that it's bigger than any other file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK Parliament virus: &lt;/span&gt;Splits the screen into two with a message in each half blaming other side for the state of the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warren Commission virus:&lt;/span&gt; Won't allow you to open your files for 75 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2621499865951350941?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2621499865951350941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2621499865951350941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2621499865951350941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2621499865951350941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-viruses.html' title='The Computer Viruses'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-3891133384297202889</id><published>2008-03-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:31:28.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animals'/><title type='text'>How to Train a Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R-BeygfAZjI/AAAAAAAABi0/fKFrLdBrQe0/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R-BeygfAZjI/AAAAAAAABi0/fKFrLdBrQe0/s400/cat.jpg" alt="funny cats, cats, cute kitten" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179243793282524722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our young daughter had adopted a stray cat. To my distress, he began to use the back of our new sofa as a scratching post. "Don't worry," my husband reassured me. "I'll have him trained in no time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched for several days as my husband patiently "trained" our new pet. Whenever the cat scratched, my husband deposited him outdoors to teach him a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat learned quickly. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-3891133384297202889?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/3891133384297202889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=3891133384297202889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3891133384297202889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/3891133384297202889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-to-train-cat.html' title='How to Train a Cat'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjdfCJCVLe0/R-BeygfAZjI/AAAAAAAABi0/fKFrLdBrQe0/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-5439930375967561824</id><published>2008-03-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T06:01:12.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><title type='text'>A Mother's Letter to Her Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Dear Child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this slow because I know that you can't read fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't live where we did when you left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from your home so we moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to send you the address, as the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they left so that they wouldn't have to change their address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is real nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure if it works too well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I put a load in, pulled the chain, and haven't seen them since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather isn't too bad here., it only rained twice last week, The first time it rained for three days and the second time for four days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Uncle Steve said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got another bill from the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's grave, up she comes. John locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were worried because it took him two hours to get me and Shelby out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning but I haven't found out what it is yet, so I don't know if you're an aunt or an uncle. If the baby is a girl, your sister is going to name it after me, she's going to call it Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Pete fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some man tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated and he burned for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. Ralph was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn't get the tailgate down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-5439930375967561824?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/5439930375967561824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=5439930375967561824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5439930375967561824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/5439930375967561824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/mothers-letter-to-her-child.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Letter to Her Child'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-8854099679861271427</id><published>2008-03-16T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T05:58:43.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stewardees'/><title type='text'>Only Three Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An airline captain was breaking in a new blonde stewardess. The route they were flying had a layover in another city. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the stewardess the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop and stay overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up wondering what happened. She answered the phone, crying, and said she couldn't get out of her room. "You can't get out of your room?" the captain asked, "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replied: "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-8854099679861271427?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/8854099679861271427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=8854099679861271427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8854099679861271427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/8854099679861271427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/only-three-doors.html' title='Only Three Doors'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-9041304731529340982</id><published>2008-03-15T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:34:10.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><title type='text'>Top Reasons for Joining the Church Choir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You're running out of clean clothes and the robe saves on laundry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The church is usually crowded and you want to make sure you always have a seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've just been selected for jury duty and you want to get use to sitting with a large group of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The collection plate is never passed to the choir. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a clock in the back of the church and you want to know when one hour has passed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For years you have wanted to know who sits in the back of the church but were afraid to turn around and look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've been known to nod off during the service and don't want the minister/priest to catch you.&lt;/p&gt;The chairs for the choir are padded and are the most comfortable chairs in the church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-9041304731529340982?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/9041304731529340982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=9041304731529340982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/9041304731529340982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/9041304731529340982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/top-reasons-for-joining-church-choir.html' title='Top Reasons for Joining the Church Choir'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-2798777114716286912</id><published>2008-03-15T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:32:08.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musician'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors Jokes'/><title type='text'>A Musician Goes to Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A guy walks into the doctor's office and says, "Doc, I haven't had a bowel movement in a week!" The doctor gives him a prescription for a mild laxative and tells him, "If it doesn't work, let me know." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A week later the guy is back: "Doc, still no movement!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, "Hmm, guess you need something stronger," and prescribes a powerful laxative. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still another week later the poor guy is back: "Doc, STILL nothing!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor, worried, says, "We'd better get some more information about you to try to figure out what's going on. What do you do for a living?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm a musician." &lt;/p&gt;The doctor looks up and says, "Well, that's it! Here's $10.00. Go get something to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-2798777114716286912?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/2798777114716286912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=2798777114716286912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2798777114716286912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/2798777114716286912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/musician-goes-to-doctor.html' title='A Musician Goes to Doctor'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-1635930217832801645</id><published>2008-03-15T03:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:30:48.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors Jokes'/><title type='text'>High Blood Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When a physician remarked on a new patient's extraordinarily ruddy complexion, he said, "High blood pressure, Doc. It comes from my family."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your mother's side or your father's?" I asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Neither," he replied. "It's from my wife's family."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh, come now," I said. "How could your wife's family give you high blood pressure?"&lt;/p&gt;He sighed. "You oughta meet 'em sometime, Doc!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-1635930217832801645?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/1635930217832801645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=1635930217832801645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1635930217832801645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/1635930217832801645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-blood-pressure.html' title='High Blood Pressure'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-973420978205701267</id><published>2008-03-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:29:39.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctors Jokes'/><title type='text'>Eye Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While my friend was working as a receptionist for an eye surgeon, a very angry woman stormed up to her desk. "Someone stole my wig while I was having surgery yesterday," she complained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The doctor came out and tried to calm her down. "I assure you that no one on my staff would have done such a thing," he said. "Why do you think it was taken here?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"After the operation, I noticed the wig I was wearing was cheap-looking and ugly."&lt;/p&gt;"I think" explained the surgeon gently, "that means your cataract operation was a success."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-973420978205701267?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/973420978205701267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=973420978205701267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/973420978205701267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/973420978205701267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/eye-surgery.html' title='Eye Surgery'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-493464267715228048</id><published>2008-03-12T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:40:41.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fishing Jokes'/><title type='text'>Catching The Fish</title><content type='html'>Jim had an awful day fishing on the lake, sitting in the blazing sun all day without catching a single one. On his way home, he stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the fish salesman, "Pick four large ones out and throw them at me, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want me to throw them at you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I want to tell my wife that I caught them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, but I suggest that you take the orange roughy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because your wife came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell you to take orange roughy. She prefers that for supper tonight."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5369932579559283405-493464267715228048?l=jokinglyyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/feeds/493464267715228048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5369932579559283405&amp;postID=493464267715228048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/493464267715228048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5369932579559283405/posts/default/493464267715228048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokinglyyours.blogspot.com/2008/03/catching-fish.html' title='Catching The Fish'/><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3156/angelnawo6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5369932579559283405.post-4562407443516122676</id><published>2008-03-12T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:38:26.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Mama Yo'/><title type='text'>Anything Yo's</title><content type='html'>Yo Grandpa so old his social security number is 000-000-001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Priest so old he's got Adam and Eve's autograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Archeology Professor so old we found cave drawings of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Wife getting so old she startin to fart out Mummy dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Postman so damn old his zip code is 00001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo' geeky Star Wars friend so old he used to baby sit Yoda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Doctor so old he uses chewing gum as a bandaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo hairdresser so old she used to cut Betty Rubble's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You so old you used to gang bang wid the Flintstones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo' home helper so old she was once a waitress at the last supper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Grannie so old Spielberg hired her as historical consultant on Jurassic Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Nana so old she the only Creature in Jurassic Park they never had to animate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Gardener so old she uses T-Rex dropping as fertilizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo History teacher so damn old he was co-author of the Dead Sea scrolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Aunties so old that when God said 'let there be light', she was the one flicking on the light switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Math teacher so old he baby-sat for Pythagorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Minister so old he used to get sermon tips from Zeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Bookie so old he offered odds of 4 to 1 on Adam eating the apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Poppa so old and ugly they call him Captain Caveman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sister so old she's more ancient than everything seen on the Antiques Road Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo' Mother in law so old she the only one at the old folks home with a senior citizens discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo' Papa so ancient that Mel Gibson hired him to offer insights on what life was like with William Wallace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told yo big sister to act her own age...and she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Dog so old it farts out dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Boyfriend so old his birth certificate says "Expired" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Computer geek friend so old he used to babysit Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Girlfriend's so old, she invented the term 'oldest profession in the world'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo' mother-in-law so ancient she's 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