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&lt;/div&gt;Old Indian Chief "Bald Eagle" was asked by a white government official, "You have observed the white man for 90 years.  You've seen his wars and his technological advances. You've seen his progress, and the damage he's done."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Chief nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;
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The official continued, "Considering all these events, in your opinion, where did the white man go wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Chief stared at the government official for over a minute and then calmly replied. "When white man find land, Indians running it, no taxes, no debt, plenty buffalo, plenty beaver, clean water.  Women did all the work, Medicine Man free.  Indian man spend all day hunting and fishing; all night having sex."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the chief leaned back and smiled. &lt;b&gt; "Only white man dumb enough to think he could improve system like that."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-3943031770470733489?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;A pirate walked into a bar, and the bartender said, "Hey, I&lt;br /&gt;
haven't seen you in a while. What happened? You look terrible."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What do you mean?" said the pirate, "I feel fine."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What about the wooden leg? You didn't have that before."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well," said the pirate, "We were in a battle, and I got hit with&lt;br /&gt;
a cannon ball, but I'm fine now."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The bartender replied, "Well, OK, but what about that hook? What&lt;br /&gt;
happened to your hand?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The pirate explained, "We were in another battle. I boarded a ship&lt;br /&gt;
and got into a sword fight. My hand was cut off. I got fitted&lt;br /&gt;
with a hook but I'm fine, really."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"What about that eye patch?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh," said the pirate, "One day we were at sea, and a flock of&lt;br /&gt;
birds flew over. I looked up, and one of them crapped in my eye."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"You're kidding," said the bartender. "You can't loose an eye from bird crap."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Later on when Jack's buddies arrived at the hunting camp, they were shocked to see Jack. He was already there with a cold beer in hand, burgers cooking on the grille, gun cleaned and loaded, and a camp fire glowing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"How did you talk your missus into letting you come, Jack?" "I didn't have to," Jack replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"When I left you guys, I went home and slumped down in my chair with a brew to drown my sorrows. Then Bernice snuck up behind me, covered my eyes, and said, 'Surprise.'"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"When I peeled her hands back, she was standing there in a beautiful see-through nightie and said, 'Carry me into the bedroom, tie me to the bed, and you can do whatever you want!'"...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;"So, HERE I AM!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;If you wake up looking like this, you may have the swine flu.... &lt;br /&gt;
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I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She holds up a snapshot of an infant. 'This is Luke, my baby brother, and I'm going to tell you about his birthday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom's stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I'm trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, 'Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!' Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. 'She walked around the house for, like an hour, 'Oh, oh, oh!' (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn't have a sign on the car like the Domino's man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.' (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!' (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then the middle wife starts saying 'push, push,' and 'breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom's play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I'm sure I applauded the loudest. 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&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="color: #20124d; font-family: arial;"&gt;Routine…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;   (1) The woman buys the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Here comes the important part:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (5) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; More routine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (6) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; Important again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (8) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; More routine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; And most important of all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (11) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #20124d;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt; (12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed her night off and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing so&lt;/span&gt;me women! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I received it in an email yesterday, and it was so stupid I just had to post it... please forgive me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Tired of constantly being broke &amp;amp; stuck in an unhappy marriage, a young husband decided to solve both problems by taking out a large insurance policy on his wife with himself as the beneficiary, and then arranging to have her killed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A 'friend of a friend' put him in touch with a nefarious dark-side underworld figure who went by the name of 'Artie.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Artie then explained to the husband that his going price for snuffing out a spouse was $5,000. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The husband said he was willing to pay that amount, but that he wouldn't have any cash on hand until he could collect his wife's insurance money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Artie insisted on being paid at least something up front, so the man opened his wallet, displaying the single dollar bill that rested inside. Artie sighed, rolled his eyes, &amp;amp; reluctantly agreed to accept the dollar as down payment for the dirty deed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A few days later, Artie followed the man's wife to the local Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart store. There, he surprised her in the produce department &amp;amp; proceeded to strangle her with his gloved hands &amp;amp; as the poor unsuspecting  woman drew her last breath &amp;amp; slumped to the floor........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the manager of the produce department stumbled unexpectedly onto the murder scene.. Unwilling to leave any living witnesses behind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Artie had no choice but to strangle the produce manager as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;However, unknown to Artie, the entire proceedings were captured by the hidden security cameras &amp;amp; observed by the store's security guard, who immediately called the police. Artie was caught &amp;amp; arrested before he could even leave the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Under intense questioning at the police station, Artie revealed the whole sordid plan, including his unusual financial arrangements with the hapless husband who was also quickly arrested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The next day in the newspaper, the headline declared ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You're going to hate me for this ... ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'ARTIE CHOKES 2 for $1.00 AT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WAL&lt;/span&gt;-MART!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-6070993108345657473?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I asked, after folding items the woman              wished to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a              remote control for a television set in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;'So, do you              always carry your TV remote?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;'No,' she replied, 'but              my husband refused to come shopping with me,&lt;br /&gt;and I figured this              was the most evil thing I could do to him legally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;MARRIAGE              SEMINAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;While              attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his              wife Grace listened to the instructor, 'It is essential that              husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes.'&lt;br /&gt;He              addressed the man, 'Can you name your wife's favorite flower?'             &lt;br /&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered,              'It's Pillsbury, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING              WOMEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;(A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I              know I'm not going to understand women.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand              how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip              the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;CIGARETTES              AND TAMPONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up &amp;amp; down the              aisles.&lt;br /&gt;The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help              him.&lt;br /&gt;He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his              wife.&lt;br /&gt;She directs him down the correct aisle.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes              later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string              on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;She says, confused, 'Sir, I thought you were              looking for some tampons for your wife?&lt;br /&gt;He answers, 'You see,              it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a              carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and              some rolling papers; cause it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; much cheaper.             &lt;br /&gt;So, I figure if I have to roll my own .......... so does              she. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6086793195587168147-7621287010217628533?l=angiessillystuff.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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