<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2843969623275122356</id><updated>2024-08-30T00:37:47.903-07:00</updated><category term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><category term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>best jokes humour,meilleures blagues,humour drole,Noukat</title><subtitle type='html'>Funny Jokes,Best Jokes World,Funniest Jokes Ever,les MEILLEURES BLAGUES DU MONDE,Noukates maghribiya,just to laugh,juste pour rire</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-7136609083400174899</id><published>2011-03-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:34:41.054-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>GROS QUIPROQUO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cause de la stérilité du mari, les Dunnet ne pouvaient pas avoir d&#39;enfants et ils décidèrent un jour de faire appel à un père de substitution pour agrandir la famille. Le jour où le père de substitution devait arriver, M. Dunnet embrassa sa femme et dit :&lt;br /&gt;
- Je m&#39;en vais. Le type sera bientôt là.&lt;br /&gt;
Une demi-heure plus tard, par hasard, un photographe spécialisé dans les photos de bébés faisant du porte-à-porte sonna chez les Dunnet en espérant pouvoir vendre ses services.&lt;br /&gt;
- Bonjour madame, je viens pour...&lt;br /&gt;
- Oh non, pas besoin d&#39;explication, l?interrompit Mme Dunnet. Je vous attendais.&lt;br /&gt;
- Vraiment ? fit le photographe. Très bien. Vous savez, je suis un vrai spécialiste des bébés.&lt;br /&gt;
- C&#39;est pour cela que je vous attendais. Entrez donc et prenez un siège.&lt;br /&gt;
Après un moment, rougissante, elle demanda :&lt;br /&gt;
- Eh bien où commençons-nous ?&lt;br /&gt;
- Remettez-vous en a moi. Habituellement, j&#39;essaye deux fois dans la baignoire, une fois sur le canapé et éventuellement deux fois sur le lit. Parfois, le sol du salon c&#39;est sympa aussi. On peut vraiment faire ça n&#39;importe où !!&lt;br /&gt;
- Baignoire, sol du salon ? Pas étonnant que Jean, mon mari, n&#39;y soit pas arrivé.&lt;br /&gt;
- Madame, aucun de nous ne peut garantir un bon résultat à chaque fois. Mais si nous essayons plusieurs positions et que je prends suivant six ou sept angles, je suis certain que vous serez satisfaite des résultats.&lt;br /&gt;
- Mais ça fait beaucoup, quand même... s&#39;étrangla Mme Dunnet.&lt;br /&gt;
- Madame, suivant ma méthode, un homme doit prendre son temps. J&#39;aimerais entrer et sortir en moins de 5 minutes mais vous seriez déçue, j&#39;en suis sur.&lt;br /&gt;
- Je ne savais pas, fit timidement Mme Dunnet.&lt;br /&gt;
Le photographe ouvrit sa sacoche et sortit un album de photos de bébés.&lt;br /&gt;
- Celui-ci a été fait sur le toit d&#39;un bus à Londres.&lt;br /&gt;
- Oh, mon Dieu ! s&#39;exclama Mme Dunnet, triturant son mouchoir.&lt;br /&gt;
- Et pour ces jumeaux, le résultat est exceptionnellement bon quand vous considérez combien ça a pu être difficile pour la mère.&lt;br /&gt;
- Elle a eu des difficultés ?? demanda Mme Dunnet.&lt;br /&gt;
- Ho que oui ! J&#39;ai du l&#39;emmener au Zoo de Vincennes pour faire correctement le boulot. Les gens se sont agglutinés sur 4 ou 5 rangs, se poussant pour avoir la meilleure vue. Une vraie représentation théâtrale !&lt;br /&gt;
- 4 ou 5 rangs ?? demanda Mme Dunnet, les yeux écarquillés d&#39;étonnement.&lt;br /&gt;
- Oui, répondit le photographe, Et ça a duré plus de 3 heures ! La mère criait et hurlait sans arrêt. J&#39;avais du mal à me concentrer. Quand le soir est tombé, j&#39;ai pu enfin commencer. Et puis, quand les écureuils se sont mis à mordiller mon équipement, j&#39;ai juste eu le temps de tout remballer.&lt;br /&gt;
Mme Dunnet se pencha :&lt;br /&gt;
- Vous voulez dire que les écureuils ont mâché votre... hum... équipement ??&lt;br /&gt;
- Exact. Bon, madame, si vous êtes prête, je vais installer mon trépied et nous pourrons commencer.&lt;br /&gt;
- Votre... TRÉPIED ???&lt;br /&gt;
- Oh oui, j&#39;ai besoin d&#39;utiliser un trépied pour maintenir mon Canon. Il est vraiment trop gros pour que je puisse le tenir longtemps....Madame ??? MADAME ???? .... Oh mon Dieu, elle s&#39;est évanouie !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7136609083400174899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gros-quiproquo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7136609083400174899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7136609083400174899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gros-quiproquo.html' title='GROS QUIPROQUO'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-8535541074915060943</id><published>2011-03-14T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:14:28.111-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>Condamné à mort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;C&#39;est un condamné à mort à la chaise électrique qu&#39;on emmène pour son exécution. il demande au maton : &lt;br /&gt;
- Qu&#39;est ce qu&#39;on va me faire? &lt;br /&gt;
Le maton lui répond: &lt;br /&gt;
- Du calme, asseyez vous sur cette chaise, on va vous mettre au courant !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8535541074915060943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/condamne-mort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/8535541074915060943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/8535541074915060943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/condamne-mort.html' title='Condamné à mort'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-451816119301616551</id><published>2011-03-14T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:07:33.835-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>Ascenseur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Trois hommes sont dans un ascenseur : un français,un japonais et un américain. Le japonais sort tout a coup un téléphone portable et crâne bien devant les autres. L&#39;américain veut faire mieux et sort un ordinateur portable de la taille d&#39;une calculette. Il frime bien avec. Le français voulant crâner aussi mais n&#39;ayant rien, pète et dit au deux autres qui le regardent en rougissant : &quot;C&#39;est rien, je reçois un fax !&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/451816119301616551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ascenseur.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/451816119301616551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/451816119301616551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ascenseur.html' title='Ascenseur'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-1767796088486250343</id><published>2011-03-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:05:06.927-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>Ange gardien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Un homme marche dans la rue lorsqu&#39;il entend un cri derrière lui :&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;STOP! ARRÊTEZ SINON VOUS ALLEZ PRENDRE UNE BRIQUE SUR LA TÊTE &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Le gars s&#39;arrête et au même moment, une brique qui s&#39;était détachée d&#39;un immeuble lui passe devant le nez. Le gars se retourne personne...&lt;br /&gt;
Un peu plus tard, alors qu&#39;il veut traverser la rue, il entend encore :&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;STOP ! ARRÊTEZ SINON VOUS ALLEZ VOUS FAIRE RENVERSER&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Le gars s&#39;arrête, laisse passer une voiture et comme il ne voit personne derrière lui, il demande tout haut:&lt;br /&gt;
- Mais qui êtes-vous?&lt;br /&gt;
La voix répond:&lt;br /&gt;
- Je suis votre ange gardien&lt;br /&gt;
Et le gars répond :&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah ouais ?! Et où étais-tu quand je me suis marié alors ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1767796088486250343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ange-gardien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1767796088486250343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1767796088486250343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/ange-gardien.html' title='Ange gardien'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-4693424778981984382</id><published>2011-03-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:19:11.359-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blagues En Français - Jokes In French"/><title type='text'>Une belle-mère décide de savoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;texte&quot;&gt;Une belle-mère décide de savoir si ses trois gendres l&#39;aiment ou au moins l&#39;apprécient... &lt;br /&gt;
Le lendemain en se promenant au bord du fleuve avec son premier gendre, elle glisse dans l&#39;eau et commence a se noyer, le gendre sans hésitation plonge et sauve sa belle-mère. &lt;br /&gt;
Le lendemain, devant la maison, il trouve une voiture neuve, une petite Peugeot 206 avec un mot sur le pare brise: &lt;br /&gt;
- Merci de la part de ta belle-mère qui t&#39;aime. &lt;br /&gt;
Elle entreprend le même scénario avec le deuxième gendre, celui ci plonge et sauve sa belle-mère. &lt;br /&gt;
lui aussi reçoit une voiture, une petite Peugeot 206 avec un mot sur le pare brise: &lt;br /&gt;
- Merci de la part de ta belle-mère qui t&#39;aime. &lt;br /&gt;
Même scénario avec le troisième gendre, elle glisse dans l&#39;eau et commence à se noyer et lui regarde sa belle-mère se noyer en se disant: &lt;br /&gt;
- Depuis le temps que j&#39;attendais ca. &lt;br /&gt;
Le lendemain, il voit une Porshe toute neuve devant sa maison avec un petit mot: &lt;br /&gt;
- Merci de la part de ton beau-père qui t&#39;aime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4693424778981984382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/une-belle-mere-decide-de-savoir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4693424778981984382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4693424778981984382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/une-belle-mere-decide-de-savoir.html' title='Une belle-mère décide de savoir'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-6578781804367162801</id><published>2011-03-14T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.743-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>I have hidden &#39;the THING&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years. He would have loved to plant potatoes in his garden, but he is alone, old and weak. His son is in college in Paris, so the old man sends him an e-mail. He explains the problem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can&#39;t plant potatoes in my garden. I am sure, if only you were here, you would help and dig up the garden for me.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you,&lt;br /&gt;
Your Father&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The following day, the old man receives a response e-mail from his son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div jquery1300141276656=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Beloved Father,&lt;br /&gt;
Please don&#39;t touch the garden. It&#39;s there that I have hidden &#39;the THING&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you, too,&lt;br /&gt;
Ahmed&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;At 4pm the US Army, The Marines, the FBI, the CIA and the Rangers visit the house of the old man, take the whole garden apart, search every inch, but can&#39;t find anything. Disappointed they leave the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A day later, the old man receives another e-mail from his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div jquery1300141276656=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Beloved Father,&lt;br /&gt;
I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s all I could do for you from here.&lt;br /&gt;
I love you,&lt;br /&gt;
Ahmed.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6578781804367162801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-hidden-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6578781804367162801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6578781804367162801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-hidden-thing.html' title='I have hidden &#39;the THING&#39;'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-1126892919739376470</id><published>2011-03-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.743-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; The Nudist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A man moves into a nudist colony. He receives a letter from his grandmother asking him to send her a current photo of himself in his new location. Too embarrassed to let her know that he lives in a nudist colony, he cuts a photo in half and mails it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day he discovers that he had accidentally sent the bottom half of the photo. He&#39;s really worried but then remembers how bad his grandmother&#39;s eyesight is, &amp;amp; hopes she won&#39;t notice. A few weeks later, he receives a letter from his Grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It says: Thank you for the picture. Change your hairstyle. . . it makes your nose look too short.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love, Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1126892919739376470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandma-nudist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1126892919739376470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1126892919739376470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandma-nudist.html' title='Grandma &amp; The Nudist'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-5372479270277481054</id><published>2011-03-13T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.744-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Fairy Wish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt; fairy told a married couple: &quot;For being such an exemplary married couple for 35 years, I will give you each a wish.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I want to travel around the world with my dearest husband&quot;, said the wife. &lt;br /&gt;
The fairy moved her magic wand and - abracadabra! - two tickets appeared in her hands. &lt;br /&gt;
Now it was the husband&#39;s turn. He thought for a moment and said: &quot;Well this moment is very romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a lifetime. So... I&#39;m sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
The wife was deeply disappointed but, a wish was a wish. &lt;br /&gt;
The fairy made a circle with her magic wand and - abracadabra!&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly the husband was 90 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;: Men might be bastards. &lt;br /&gt;
But fairies are... female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5372479270277481054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/fairy-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/5372479270277481054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/5372479270277481054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/fairy-wish.html' title='Fairy Wish...'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-7625125718272970769</id><published>2011-03-13T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.744-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Deer Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A man goes deer hunting for the first time and shoots a deer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He decides to clean and serve the deer meat for supper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, knowing his children are fussy eaters and sentimental about animals, he doesn&#39;t tell them what they&#39;re getting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His little boy, Jimmy, keeps asking &quot;What&#39;s for supper dad?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;You&#39;ll see&quot;, he replies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That evening his daughter continues to badger him about the delicious meat they&#39;re all eating. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Ok&quot;, says her father, &quot;Here&#39;s a hint. It&#39;s what your mother sometimes calls me.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The daughter screams... &quot;Don&#39;t eat it Jimmy! It&#39;s an arsehole!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7625125718272970769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/deer-hunter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7625125718272970769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7625125718272970769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/deer-hunter.html' title='Deer Hunter'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-3298824480136286484</id><published>2011-03-13T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.744-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Blonde on Blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A blonde was speeding in a 35 mile per hour zone when a local police cruiser pulled her over.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The police officer who walked up to the car also happened to be a blonde. She asked for the blonde&#39;s driver&#39;s license.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The driver searched frantically in her purse for a while and finally said to the blonde policewoman, &quot;What does a driver&#39;s license look like?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Irritated, the blonde cop said, &quot;You dummy, it&#39;s got your picture on it!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde driver frantically searched her purse again and found a small, rectangular mirror down at the bottom. She held it up to her face and said, &quot;Aha! This must be my driver&#39;s license&quot;, then handed it to the blonde policewoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The blonde cop looked in the mirror, handed it back to the driver and said, &quot;You&#39;re free to go. And, if I had known you were a police officer too, we could have avoided all of this.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3298824480136286484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-on-blonde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/3298824480136286484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/3298824480136286484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/blonde-on-blonde.html' title='Blonde on Blonde'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-2334361453957600968</id><published>2011-03-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.745-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>A Gift From God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;There was a preacher whose wife was expecting a baby so he went before the congregation and asked for a raise. After much discussion, they passed a rule that whenever the preacher&#39;s family expanded, so would his paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After 6 children, this started to get expensive and the congregation decided to hold another meeting to discuss the preacher&#39;s salary. There was much yelling and bickering about how much the clergyman&#39;s additional children were costing the church. Finally,&lt;br /&gt;
the Preacher got up and spoke to the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Children are a gift from God,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Silence fell on the congregation. In the back pew, a little old lady stood up and in her frail voice said, &quot;Rain is also a gift from God, but when we get too much of it, we wear rubbers.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2334361453957600968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gift-from-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/2334361453957600968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/2334361453957600968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/gift-from-god.html' title='A Gift From God'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-1754763587568389426</id><published>2011-03-13T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.745-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>What do I look like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;jjcon&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A newlywed couple moves into their new house. One day the husband comes home from work and his wife says, &quot;Honey, you know, in the upstairs bathroom one of the pipes is leaking, could you fix it?&quot; The husband says, &quot;What do I look like, Mr. Plumber?&quot; A few days go by, and he comes home from work and his wife says, &quot;Honey, the car won&#39;t start. I think it needs a new battery. Could you change it for me?&quot; He says: &quot;What do I look like, Mr. Goodwrench?&quot; Another few days go by, and it&#39;s raining pretty hard. The wife finds a leak in the roof. She says, &quot;Honey, there&#39;s a leak on the roof! Can you please fix it?&quot; He says, &quot;What do I look like, Bob Vila?&quot; The next day the husband comes home, and the roof is fixed. So is the plumbing. So is the car. He asks his wife what happened. &quot;Oh, I had a handyman come in and fix them,&quot; she says. &quot;Great! How much is that going to cost me?&quot; he snarls. Wife says: &quot;Nothing. He said he&#39;d do it for free if I either baked him a cake or slept with him.&quot; &quot;Uh, well, what kind of cake did you make?&quot; asks the husband. &quot;What do I look like,&quot; she says, &quot;Betty Crocker?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1754763587568389426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-i-look-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1754763587568389426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/1754763587568389426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-i-look-like.html' title='What do I look like'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-4088642990361067129</id><published>2011-03-09T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.745-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Funny Romantic Couplet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;
Until, that is, I met your brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
But don&#39;t take that paper bag off of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;
Marrying you screwed up my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;My love, you take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;
What have you stepped in to smell this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s why I always wake up screaming.&lt;/b&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4088642990361067129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/romantic-couplet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4088642990361067129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4088642990361067129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/romantic-couplet.html' title='Funny Romantic Couplet'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-3967285433072988840</id><published>2011-03-09T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.746-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Two Italians Talking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A bus stops and two Italian men get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;right&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine,&quot; retorted the lady indignantly. &quot;In this country… we don&#39;t speak aloud in public places about our sex lives!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hey, coola down lady,&quot; said the man. &quot;Who&#39;za talkin&#39; about a sex? I&#39;m justa tellin&#39; my a friend here how to spella MISSISSIPPI.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3967285433072988840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-italians-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/3967285433072988840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/3967285433072988840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-italians-talking.html' title='Two Italians Talking...'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-4313726001371605816</id><published>2011-03-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.746-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>The Turkey And The Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. &quot;I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,&quot; sighed the turkey, &quot;but I haven&#39;t got the energy.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, why don&#39;t you nibble on some of my droppings?&quot; replied the bull. &quot;They&#39;re packed with nutrients.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Finally after a fourth night, there he was, proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won&#39;t keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4313726001371605816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/turkey-and-bull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4313726001371605816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4313726001371605816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/turkey-and-bull.html' title='The Turkey And The Bull'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-4366248276437444019</id><published>2011-03-09T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.746-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>The Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A sexually active woman tells her plastic surgeon that she wanted her vaginal lips reduced in size because they were too loose and floppy. Out of embarrassment she insisted that the surgery be kept a secret and the surgeon agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Awakening from the anaesthesia after the surgery she found three roses carefully placed beside her on the bed. Outraged, she immediately calls in the doctor. &quot;I thought I asked you not to tell anyone about my operation!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The surgeon told her he had carried out her wish for confidentiality and that the first rose was from him. &quot;I felt sad because you went through this all by yourself.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;The second rose is from my nurse. She assisted me in the surgery and empathised because she had had the same procedure done some time ago.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;And what about the third rose?&quot; she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;That&#39;s from a man upstairs in the burn unit. He wanted to thank you for his new ears.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4366248276437444019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/operation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4366248276437444019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/4366248276437444019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/operation.html' title='The Operation'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-6571604983560321120</id><published>2011-03-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>How to Tell The Time, with a Donkey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A man and his wife are on holiday in Tibet. While shopping in a small village, the wife asks her husband what time it is, and looking down at his wrist the man realizes he has left his watch in the motel room. After a few unsuccessful attempts to find an English speaking local, the couple finally find an elderly man sitting quietly on the street with his donkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Excuse me,&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt; the husband says, &quot;Could you tell us the time?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Absolutely&quot;, replies the elderly man, and reaches down and grabs the donkey&#39;s balls. &quot;It is 3:00,&quot; says the peasant. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Thank you,&quot; replies the wife in a surprised voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;After doing some shopping and grabbing a bite to eat, the couple return to the old man for the time. Again the elderly man grabs the donkey by the balls and says: &quot;It is now 4:45.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;That&#39;s amazing,&quot; says the husband. &quot;How can you can tell the time like that?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Sit here where I am,&quot; says the peasant. &quot;Now, do you see the donkey&#39;s balls?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Of course,&quot; the man replies. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Now reach down and take them into your hand.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
Hesitantly, the husband does as he is instructed.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Now, slowly lift them,&quot; he continues. Again the husband does as instructed. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Now look underneath the donkeys balls, and between his two front legs.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
The husband does as he&#39;s told. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Now,&quot; the old man says, &quot;Can you see the clock on the wall of that building over there?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6571604983560321120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-tell-time-with-donkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6571604983560321120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6571604983560321120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-tell-time-with-donkey.html' title='How to Tell The Time, with a Donkey...'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-7475638421737390414</id><published>2011-03-09T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Tarzan Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;One day Jane met Tarzan in the jungle. &lt;br /&gt;
She was very attracted to him and during her questions about his life she asked him how he managed for sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“What&#39;s that?” he asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She explained to him what sex was and he said “Oh, Tarzan use a hole in the trunk of tree!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Horrified, she said, “Tarzan you have it all wrong but I will show you how to do it properly.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She took off her clothes, laid down on the ground and spread her legs wide. “Here,” she said, “you must put it in here.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Tarzan removed his loincloth, stepped closer and then gave her an almighty kick in the crotch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Jane rolled around in agony. Eventually she managed to gasp, “What the hell did you do that for?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Tarzan check for bees first!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7475638421737390414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/tarzan-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7475638421737390414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/7475638421737390414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/tarzan-sex.html' title='Tarzan Sex'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-8574899534803889764</id><published>2011-03-09T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.747-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Sex On Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mike and Maureen landed on Mars. They met a Martian couple and were talking about all sorts of things. Finally Maureen brought up the subject of sex. &quot;Just how do you guys do it?&quot; asked Maureen. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The male Martian responded, &quot;Pretty much the way you do.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A discussion ensued and finally the couples decided to swap partners for the night. Maureen and the male Martian went off to a bedroom where the Martian stripped. Maureen was disappointed to find that he had a very small member no more than half-an-inch long and just a quarter-inch thick. &quot;I don&#39;t think this is going to work,&quot; said Maureen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; he asked. &quot;What&#39;s the matter?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; she replied, &quot;it&#39;s just not long enough to reach me!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;No problem,&quot; he said and proceeded to slap his forehead with his palm. With each slap, his member grew until it was impressively long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; she said. &quot;That&#39;s quite impressive, but it&#39;s still pretty narrow.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;No problem,&quot; he said and started pulling his ears. With each pull his member grew wider and wider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Wow!&quot; she exclaimed. They fell into bed and made mad passionate love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The next day the couples joined their normal partners. As they walked along Mike asked, &quot;Well, was it any good?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;I hate to say it,&quot; said Maureen, &quot;but it was pretty wonderful. How about you?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;It was horrible,&quot; he replied. &quot;All I got was a headache. She kept slapping my forehead and pulling my ears!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8574899534803889764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-on-mars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/8574899534803889764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/8574899534803889764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/sex-on-mars.html' title='Sex On Mars'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-6035798668420133592</id><published>2011-03-09T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.748-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Samurai Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once upon a time a powerful Emperor of the Rising Sun advertised for a new Chief Samurai. After a year, only three applied for the job: a Japanese, a Chinese and a Jewish Samurai. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Demonstrate your skills!&quot; commanded the Emperor. The Japanese samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny box and released a fly. He drew his samurai sword and * Swish! * the fly fell to the floor, neatly divided in two! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;What a feat!&quot; said the Emperor. &quot;Number two samurai, show me what you can do.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Chinese samurai smiled confidently, stepped forward and opened a tiny box, releasing a fly. He drew his samurai sword and * Swish! * Swish! * The fly fell to the floor neatly quartered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;That is skill!&quot; nodded the Emperor. &quot;How are you going to top that, Number three samurai?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Number three samurai stepped forward, opened a tiny box releasing one fly, drew his samurai sword and *Swoooooosh! * flourished his sword so mightily that a gust of wind blew through the room. But the fly was still buzzing around! In disappointment, the Emperor said, &quot;What kind of skill is that? The fly isn&#39;t even dead!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dead is easy,&quot; replied the Jewish Samurai. &quot;Circumcision ... now that takes skill!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6035798668420133592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/samurai-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6035798668420133592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6035798668420133592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/samurai-joke.html' title='Samurai Joke'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-627337986485809520</id><published>2011-03-09T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.748-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Robot Secretary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two friends meet in the office of one of them, a notorious techo-geek. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Hey, bud, how are ya?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I&#39;m good. Congratulations, that new secretary of yours is beautiful!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Well, I&#39;m glad you like her. Believe it or not, she&#39;s a robot! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No way, how could that be?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Way! She&#39;s the latest model from Japan. Lemme tell you how she works. If you squeeze her left tit, she takes dictation. If you squeeze her right tit, she types a letter. And that&#39;s not all, she can have sex, too!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Holy shit! You&#39;re kidding, right?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No, she&#39;s something, huh? Tell you what, you can even borrow her&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, his friend takes her into the restroom and is in there with her for a while. Suddenly, he hears him screaming &quot;Eeeeyaaaaa! Heeelp Ooooooh! Aaaaaaah! Eeeeeeeeeeeaaargghhhh!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The guy says, &quot;Shit! I forgot to tell him her ass is a pencil sharpener!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/627337986485809520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/robot-secretary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/627337986485809520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/627337986485809520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/robot-secretary.html' title='Robot Secretary'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-237027752801622647</id><published>2011-03-09T18:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.748-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>Rich Little Old Lady...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little old lady went into the Bank of America one day carrying a bag of money. She insists that she must speak with the President of the bank to open a savings account because it&#39;s a lot of money. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;They finally get her into the president&#39;s office and he asks her how much she would like to deposit. She says she has $165,000 and then dumps it out of the bag onto his desk. The president was surprised and of course curious as to how she came by all this cash, so he asks her. The old lady says, &quot;I make bets.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The president replies, &quot;Bets? What kind of bets?&quot; and she says, &quot;For example, I&#39;ll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ha!&quot; says the president, &quot;That&#39;s a stupid bet, you can never win that kind of bet.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The old lady says, &quot;So, would you like to take my bet?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; says the president, &quot;I&#39;ll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The little old lady says, &quot;OK, but since there is a lot of money involved is it OK with you if I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 AM to witness?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sure,&quot; says the president. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;That night the president got very nervous about the bet and spent a long time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side, again and again, thoroughly checking them out until he was sure that there is no way his balls are square and that he will win the bet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The next morning at 10 AM the little old lady appears with her lawyer at the president&#39;s office. She introduces the lawyer to the president and repeats the bet, that $25,000 says the president&#39;s balls are square. The president agrees with the bet again and the old lady asks him to drop his pants so they can see. The president does this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The little old lady looks closely at his balls and then asks if she can feel them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, OK&quot; says the president, &quot;$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Then he notices that the lawyer is quietly banging his head against the wall and he asks the old lady, &quot;What is wrong with your lawyer?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;She replies, &quot;Nothing, except I bet him $100,000 that by 10 AM today I&#39;d have The Bank of America&#39;s president&#39;s balls in my hands!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/237027752801622647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/rich-little-old-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/237027752801622647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/237027752801622647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/rich-little-old-lady.html' title='Rich Little Old Lady...'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-6555266011546709152</id><published>2011-03-09T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.749-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>A Bank Robbery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two thieves break into a bank in the middle of the night and open a safe. There is only some yogurt, but no money. They taste the yogurt. It&#39;s tainted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The men open the next safe. There is some yogurt too, it tastes much better but again - no money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thieves take on another safe. And there&#39;s yogurt again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;John, why don&#39;t you go outside and look if it is indeed a bank!&quot; says one to the other, and sits down to eat the yogurt which tastes really fresh and nutritious this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A couple of minutes later in comes John.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;It is definitely a bank!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What exactly did the sign say?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;The Sperm Bank of Ohio!&quot;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6555266011546709152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/bank-robbery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6555266011546709152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2843969623275122356/posts/default/6555266011546709152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-to-laugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/bank-robbery.html' title='A Bank Robbery'/><author><name>sphinxxx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13417499747098511087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2843969623275122356.post-8821251068124615021</id><published>2011-03-09T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:25:06.749-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jokes In English - Blagues En Anglais"/><title type='text'>The Hippie And the Nun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day a hippie gets a ride on a public bus and sees a hot young nun. He sits down next to her and promptly asks if she would like to have sex, to which she immediately says no and walks off the bus. The bus driver leans over and says &quot;Hey guy I know how to get that nun to have sex with you...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturally the hippie asks, and the bus driver tells him that every night at midnight the nun goes to an old graveyard to pray for God to forgive her for her past, and that he should dress up like God and tell the nun she will be forgiven if she has sex with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hippie gives his thanks and runs to the nearest costume shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later that evening the hippie gets ready for his big night and drives down to the graveyard and sees the nun praying, on her knees. He says &quot;Behold, I have heard your prayers and you shall be forgiven if you have sex with me!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nun agrees but asks if they can have anal sex in order to keep her virginity. The hippie agrees and once they are finished the hippie jumps back and pulls off his mask and says &quot;Surpise, its me the Hippie!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nun jumps up and pulls off her mask and says &quot;Surprise, its me the bus driver!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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