<?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-5584249999676346858</id><updated>2024-10-05T00:10:24.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Jokes and Comedy for Fun</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you want to be happy? Are you getting board with having no fun at all? Come!  Visit as here and have all the fun you want. This is all just for fun. Always remember &quot;Laughter is the Best Medicine:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584249999676346858.post-190994477168499109</id><published>2010-02-16T23:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:47:34.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking Parrots With Foul Mouths - joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A lady approaches her priest and tells him, &quot;Father, I have a problem. I have two female talking parrots, but they only know how to say one thing.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;What do they say?&quot; the priest inquired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;They only know how to say, &#39;Hi, we&#39;re prostitutes. &#39;Want to have some fun?&#39;&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;That&#39;s terrible!&quot; the priest exclaimed, &quot;but I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots whom I taught to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will learn to praise and worship.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Thank you!&quot; the woman responded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The next day the woman brings her female parrots to the priest&#39;s house. His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots and the female parrots say,&quot;Hi, we&#39;re prostitutes, want to have some fun?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and exclaims, &quot;Put the beads away. Our prayers have been answered!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/190994477168499109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/talking-parrots-with-foul-mouths-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/190994477168499109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/190994477168499109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/talking-parrots-with-foul-mouths-joke.html' title='Talking Parrots With Foul Mouths - joke'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-2234767194392546766</id><published>2010-02-16T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:46:25.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODOR IN THE COURT! - Animal Joke</title><content type='html'>One day in a court trial, a skunk walks in and the judge yells, ODOR IN THE COURT!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2234767194392546766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/odor-in-court-animal-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2234767194392546766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2234767194392546766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/odor-in-court-animal-joke.html' title='ODOR IN THE COURT! - Animal Joke'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-8148770184247619346</id><published>2010-02-16T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:45:28.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Girlfriend and Celebrating - joke</title><content type='html'>A husband is sitting with his wife at his 65th high school reunion. The husband kept staring at a drunken lady swigging a case of Miller Lite. The wife was getting jealous that her husband was staring at the lady instead of her. So she demanded “Do you know her!?!”. “Yes” said the husband calmly. “She’s an ex-girlfriend of mine. We split up when we was in 11th grade. And I heard she hasn’t been sober since.” he said. “My god!” said the wife. “Who would think that someone could go that long celebrating?”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8148770184247619346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/ex-girlfriend-and-celebrating-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/8148770184247619346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/8148770184247619346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/ex-girlfriend-and-celebrating-joke.html' title='Ex-Girlfriend and Celebrating - joke'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-6284056244649654162</id><published>2010-02-16T23:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:44:13.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Call…</title><content type='html'>What do you call a cheap Jew’s daughter?&lt;br /&gt;
Penny.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a guy who cancels laws?&lt;br /&gt;
Vito.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a guy who has diamonds instead of testicles?&lt;br /&gt;
Jules.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a guy who lets people shit all over him?&lt;br /&gt;
John.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a guy with mucus in his throat?&lt;br /&gt;
Fleming.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a woman during her period?&lt;br /&gt;
Flo.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a woman who lets frogs sit on her face?&lt;br /&gt;
Lily.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a woman who likes to go down on other women?&lt;br /&gt;
Mufly.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you call a woman with a moist pussy?&lt;br /&gt;
Marsha.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6284056244649654162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/6284056244649654162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/6284056244649654162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-call.html' title='What Do You Call…'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-8290801022979914912</id><published>2010-02-14T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:16:18.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>70 Ways to keep a women happy</title><content type='html'>There are 70 ways to keep a woman happy&lt;br /&gt;
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One is to take her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest is 69.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/8290801022979914912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/70-ways-to-keep-women-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/8290801022979914912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/8290801022979914912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/70-ways-to-keep-women-happy.html' title='70 Ways to keep a women happy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-6358799876361159121</id><published>2010-02-14T00:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:13:47.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Wishes</title><content type='html'>A blonde, a brunette and a redhead are stuck on an island.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day, the three of them are walking along the beach and discover a magic lamp. They rub and rub, and sure enough, out pops a genie.&lt;br /&gt;
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The genie says, &quot;Since I can only grant three wishes, you may each have one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The brunette says, &quot;I&#39;ve been stuck here for years. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I just want to go home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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POOF! The brunette gets her wish and she is returned to her family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, the red head says, &quot;I&#39;ve been stuck here for years as well. I miss my family, my husband, and my life. I wish I could go home too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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POOF! The redhead gets her wish and she is returned to her family.&lt;br /&gt;
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The blonde starts crying uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;
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The genie asks, &quot;My dear, what&#39;s the matter?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The blonde whimpers, &quot;I wish my friends were still here.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/6358799876361159121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/6358799876361159121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/6358799876361159121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-wishes.html' title='3 Wishes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-5572770662373156242</id><published>2010-02-14T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:13:20.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Business Bailout Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsn17z5yIlIOm7wnWYqyc_fZwkDmP2v-Ap_G3Egye0Hw2aC694avvgPPWLXsfaeZGmUxbfNu990hUncBsFgodA8IcoP0dZAVc9RDXZwKY8HrEkxrelwh8VJhSVPNPaLogepx4j8xvLWr39/s1600-h/big-business-bailout-plan.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsn17z5yIlIOm7wnWYqyc_fZwkDmP2v-Ap_G3Egye0Hw2aC694avvgPPWLXsfaeZGmUxbfNu990hUncBsFgodA8IcoP0dZAVc9RDXZwKY8HrEkxrelwh8VJhSVPNPaLogepx4j8xvLWr39/s400/big-business-bailout-plan.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5572770662373156242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/small-business-bailout-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5572770662373156242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5572770662373156242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/small-business-bailout-plan.html' title='Small Business Bailout Plan'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsn17z5yIlIOm7wnWYqyc_fZwkDmP2v-Ap_G3Egye0Hw2aC694avvgPPWLXsfaeZGmUxbfNu990hUncBsFgodA8IcoP0dZAVc9RDXZwKY8HrEkxrelwh8VJhSVPNPaLogepx4j8xvLWr39/s72-c/big-business-bailout-plan.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584249999676346858.post-7995600513987109540</id><published>2010-02-14T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:11:42.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TVCnDkQRQikAKjr9F4ga9FbaZYeP2BzADQyeEWNxC5OY_9-a1Ic_eLqyCI0Jv9oUY-coJ7dMO80nEvl42Jll3TQId-JI67gUYhSWdWBMm7x-erpwx67UuS9pB1DlaHlFtG2mC_u3f1dd/s1600-h/american-idol-sucks.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TVCnDkQRQikAKjr9F4ga9FbaZYeP2BzADQyeEWNxC5OY_9-a1Ic_eLqyCI0Jv9oUY-coJ7dMO80nEvl42Jll3TQId-JI67gUYhSWdWBMm7x-erpwx67UuS9pB1DlaHlFtG2mC_u3f1dd/s320/american-idol-sucks.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Top 3 Signs Your Probably Going To Lose&lt;br /&gt;
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Simon Agrees, American Idol Sucks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Vegas bookies say the Blue Jays have better odds of winning the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;
2. North Korea they&#39;ll stop producing enriched uranium if you get voted off.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Your own mother says, &quot;You&#39;re great, but I&#39;m really a big fan of Sanjiya!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Top 3 Signs William Hung Is Your Prom Date&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. His tux, the limo, the hotel room... it&#39;s all been rented for just 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
2. The DJ announces &quot;Our next song - by request, for the tenth time tonight... &#39;She Bangs!&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
3. He tore your dress, trashed your corsage and stepped on *both* your feet dancing... but his goofy charm convinces you to give it up anyway!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Top 3 Things You Can Say Now That You Lost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. &quot;George Bush didn&#39;t win the popular vote either, and he&#39;s done pretty well for himself!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
2. &quot;Up until 10 minutes ago, I had no idea who Dave Letterman was either!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
3. &quot;If you want an encore, I&#39;ll be working the 10-6 shift at Old Navy tomorrow!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7995600513987109540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/american-idol-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7995600513987109540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7995600513987109540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/american-idol-jokes.html' title='American Idol Jokes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TVCnDkQRQikAKjr9F4ga9FbaZYeP2BzADQyeEWNxC5OY_9-a1Ic_eLqyCI0Jv9oUY-coJ7dMO80nEvl42Jll3TQId-JI67gUYhSWdWBMm7x-erpwx67UuS9pB1DlaHlFtG2mC_u3f1dd/s72-c/american-idol-sucks.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584249999676346858.post-4644876547546689742</id><published>2010-02-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:37:07.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A few days after Christmas, a mother was working in the kitchen listening to her young son playing with his new electric train in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son said, &quot;All of you sons of bitches who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is the last stop! And all of you sons of bitches who are getting on, get your asses in the train, cause we&#39;re going down the tracks.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The mother went nuts and told her son, &quot;We don&#39;t use that kind of language in this house. Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS. When you come out, you may play with your train, but I want you to use nice language.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Two hours later, the son comes out of the bedroom and resumes playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard her son say, &quot;All passengers who are disembarking from the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon.&quot; She hears the little boy continue, &quot;For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your hand luggage under your seat. Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As the mother began to smile, the child added, &quot;For those of you who are pissed off about the TWO HOUR delay, please see the bitch in the kitchen.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4644876547546689742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/electric-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4644876547546689742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4644876547546689742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/electric-train.html' title='Electric Train'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-5216518583717801071</id><published>2010-02-13T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:36:24.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible to Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A group of girlfriends is on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: &quot;For Women Only.&quot; Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. &quot;We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It&#39;s easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what&#39;s inside.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: &quot;All the men on this floor are short and plain.&quot; The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The sign on the second floor reads: &quot;All the men here are short and handsome.&quot; Still, this isn&#39;t good enough, so the friends continue on up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They reach the third floor and the sign reads: &quot;All the men here are tall and plain.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: &quot;All the men here are tall and handsome.&quot; The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There they find a sign that reads: &quot;There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5216518583717801071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/impossible-to-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5216518583717801071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5216518583717801071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/impossible-to-please.html' title='Impossible to Please'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-1743799251809135826</id><published>2010-02-13T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:33:31.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two zebras pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Two zebras are talking and one asks the other, &quot;Am I black with white stripes or white with black stripes?&quot; The other replies, &quot;Well I don&#39;t know. You should pray to God about that and ask him.&quot; So that night he did and God replied, &quot;You are what you are.&quot; The next day he said to the other zebra, &quot;I still don&#39;t understand what I am because God just said, You are what you are.&quot; The second zebra responds, &quot;You must be white with black stripes or else God would have said, Yo is what yo is.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1743799251809135826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-zebras-pondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/1743799251809135826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/1743799251809135826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-zebras-pondering.html' title='Two zebras pondering'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-3863178005882457428</id><published>2010-02-13T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:30:47.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Mother With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Dear Child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I am writing this slow because I know that you can&#39;t read fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;We don&#39;t live where we did when you left home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen within 20 miles from your home so we moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I won&#39;t be able to send you the address, as the last family that lived here took the house numbers when they left so that they wouldn&#39;t have to change their address.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This place is real nice. It even has a washing machine. I&#39;m not sure if it works too well though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Last week I put a load in, pulled the chain, and haven&#39;t seen them since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The weather isn&#39;t too bad here., it only rained twice last week, The first time it rained for three days and the second time for four days. The coat you wanted me to send you, your Uncle Steve said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got another bill from the funeral home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They said if we don&#39;t make the last payment on Grandma&#39;s grave, up she comes. John locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were worried because it took him two hours to get me and Shelby out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning but I haven&#39;t found out what it is yet, so I don&#39;t know if you&#39;re an aunt or an uncle. If the baby is a girl, your sister is going to name it after me, she&#39;s going to call it Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Uncle Pete fell in a whiskey vat last week. Some man tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated and he burned for three days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pick-up truck. Ralph was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn&#39;t get the tailgate down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There isn&#39;t much more news at this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;PS, I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/3863178005882457428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-mother-with-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/3863178005882457428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/3863178005882457428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-mother-with-love.html' title='From A Mother With Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-4463099204930617760</id><published>2010-02-13T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:29:43.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC&#39;s of ex girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Arteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;You know, the things that your ex-girlfriend ripped out because she really didn&#39;t care for you you twit she was only after your money and could have given a shit about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Bitter. Who, me?? No way. I really hope things between them do work out. I hope they get married and have 2 children that are little devils and her hips get huge and his eyebrows finally grow completely together and they get fat and old together and then DIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Call ya later.She won&#39;t. She never has before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Dumped. Does D need to be explained?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Eating like a pig. Remember when you took her out and she said &quot;I&#39;m not hungry&quot; so you figured you could take her to a nice place because you were able to afford a nice meal at this fine restaurant. Then she ate more than your Uncle Roy (you remember Uncle Roy the one with the mustard stains on everything). So you flip the bill and are broke for the next two weeks and she wonders why you were unable to call her that week and go see movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Friends. That is what she just wants to be. As if you can even stand to look at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Gun. And yes there is a waiting period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Horny. Remember when she looked nice and even had a personality? Well, you figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for I still hate her. Odds are I always will, unless she calls me and offers me favors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Jim. This is her new boyfriend. Doesn&#39;t Jim have a nice car ? Doesn&#39;t Jim have a good job? Why does Jim want to date her? I think Jim could do much better. I hate Jim. Jim is my mortal enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Love. It&#39;s a great euphoric feeling that exists between two people and is shared upon by both parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;L&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is also for Lunatic. Lunatics are crazy. Lunatics are the last people that actually believe in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Mephistophiles. That is who she worked for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;N&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Necropheliac. She didn&#39;t move very much, did she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for On top. When on top she has another O word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Pill. She said she was on it. She lied. She is now sueing you for a few hundred bucks a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Quitter. She couldn&#39;t last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;R&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Rich little Bitch. She bought my love but I paid for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Suffer. That&#39;s what she made me do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for torture. Torture is what she did. She tortured you with the truth. She also tortured you with lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Understatement. Saying you hate that bitch is an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Voluptuous. That is the primamry reason you were dating her in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for Whine. She was a pro at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;is for Xylophone. Because X is always for xylophone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for You suck! Remember when she yelled that at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for ZIPPER. This is what you got your hair stuck in while trying to get dressed too quickly while she yelled &quot;QUICK! They&#39;re home!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;stands for period. Which is a couple of weeks late, because she lied to you about taking what P stands for. It also means you won&#39;t get any for a week.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4463099204930617760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/abcs-of-ex-girlfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4463099204930617760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4463099204930617760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/abcs-of-ex-girlfriends.html' title='ABC&#39;s of ex girlfriends'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-2571541585952183473</id><published>2010-02-13T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:27:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Tiger Woods Crash Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4LJuWz36pTK0KwwTOGdHtvyRk52H5ffNLEezz8ngt1HJcCtIVxG-x_uUBszvX1ugg0f7BrVkDmy6nLt9p_jQ8L5swa9PY0RIs4vXgIYKzOmBLHUKbp25ttrofOnw25I_nBLHddX9yqdm/s1600-h/tiger-woods-mad.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4LJuWz36pTK0KwwTOGdHtvyRk52H5ffNLEezz8ngt1HJcCtIVxG-x_uUBszvX1ugg0f7BrVkDmy6nLt9p_jQ8L5swa9PY0RIs4vXgIYKzOmBLHUKbp25ttrofOnw25I_nBLHddX9yqdm/s320/tiger-woods-mad.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* When asked by the police how many times she hit Tiger, Elin replied &quot;I&#39;m not sure, put me down for a 5&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* I think Tiger needs a new driver, his current shaft keeps getting him in trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* I read that the PGA are now investigating Tiger for having too many &quot;woodies&quot; in his bag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger and Elin will get back together because she is already hitting on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* After scoring a couple of beautiful birdies earlier on, Tiger finds himself in serious trouble at the last hole, coming home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Did Elin use a &quot;rescue club&quot; to extract him from the Escalade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger was found exactly two club lengths from his car due to a lost ball penalty - if the cops would have arrived a minute later he&#39;d have lost the other one as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger Woods wasn&#39;t seriously injured in the crash, but he&#39;s still below par.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* What were Tiger Woods and his wife doing out at 2.30 in the morning? They went clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger Woods crashed into a fire hydrant and a tree. He couldn’t decide between a wood and an iron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger&#39;s tip for wayward golfers: never ask your wife to keep track of your balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* I always knew Woods was a better putter than driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Tiger Woods is so rich that he owns lots of expensive cars. Now he has a hole in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* What&#39;s the difference between a car and a golf ball? Tiger can drive a ball 300 yards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* If Elin really did whack Tiger a couple of times with a golf club, it would have been in line with the rules of golf: there&#39;s a 2-stroke penalty for playing the wrong hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;* Hey Adidas, this is Tiger, Nike found your number in my phone. I need you to change your name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2571541585952183473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-tiger-woods-crash-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2571541585952183473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2571541585952183473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-tiger-woods-crash-jokes.html' title='Best Tiger Woods Crash Jokes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4LJuWz36pTK0KwwTOGdHtvyRk52H5ffNLEezz8ngt1HJcCtIVxG-x_uUBszvX1ugg0f7BrVkDmy6nLt9p_jQ8L5swa9PY0RIs4vXgIYKzOmBLHUKbp25ttrofOnw25I_nBLHddX9yqdm/s72-c/tiger-woods-mad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584249999676346858.post-5504476976930278424</id><published>2010-02-13T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:25:37.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine’s Day Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;February 14th is right around the corner, which means it&#39;s time for a few misguided Valentine&#39;s Day Jokes to poke fun at the day Cupid makes his rounds poking people in the butt with painful arrows and such. Rather than bore you with a bunch of babbling, we&#39;ll get right to the funny jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Top 5 Valentine (Or Love / Marriage) Quotes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;1. &quot;The poor wish to be rich, the rich wish to be happy, the single wish to be married, and the married wish to be dead.&quot; ~Ann Landers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;2. &quot;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.&quot; ~David Bissonnette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;3. &quot;It&#39;s better to have loved and lost than to do forty pounds of laundry a week.&quot; ~Laurence J. Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;4. &quot;Women are cursed, and men are the proof.&quot; ~Rosanne Barr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;5. &quot;Instead of getting married again, I&#39;m going to find a woman I don&#39;t like and give her a house.&quot; ~Groucho Marx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Top 5 (Lame) Question and Answer Valentine Jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Q: What is a ram&#39;s favourite song on February 14th?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A: I only have eyes for ewe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Q: What do squirrels give for Valentine&#39;s Day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A: Forget-me-nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Q: What did the stamp say to the envelope?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A: I&#39;m stuck on you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Q: What did the light bulb say to the switch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A: You turn me on.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/5504476976930278424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5504476976930278424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/5504476976930278424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-jokes.html' title='Valentine’s Day Jokes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-4652074498020442775</id><published>2010-02-13T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:23:28.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed Mothers And Their Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A psychiatrist was conducting group therapy with four young mothers and their small children. &quot;You all have obsessions,&quot; the doctor observed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;To the 1st mother, he said, &quot;You are obsessed with eating. You&#39;ve even named your daughter Candy.&quot; He looks to the 2nd mother, &quot;Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child&#39;s name, Penny.&quot; He looks to the 3rd mother. &quot;Your obsession is alcohol. This manifests itself in your child&#39;s name, Brandy.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;At this point, the 4th mother gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and says... &quot;Come on, Dick, we&#39;re leaving!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4652074498020442775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/obsessed-mothers-and-their-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4652074498020442775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4652074498020442775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/obsessed-mothers-and-their-children.html' title='Obsessed Mothers And Their Children'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-60657689458794322</id><published>2010-02-13T22:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:20:52.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde paint job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The blonde said, &quot;How about 50 dollars?&quot; The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man&#39;s wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, &quot;Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The man replied, &quot;She should. She was standing on the porch.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re finished already?&quot; he asked. &quot;Yes,&quot; the blonde answered, &quot;and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. &quot;Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. &quot;And by the way,&quot; the blonde added, &quot;that&#39;s not a Porch, it&#39;s a Ferrari.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/60657689458794322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/blonde-paint-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/60657689458794322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/60657689458794322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/blonde-paint-job.html' title='Blonde paint job'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-7616618091538421427</id><published>2010-02-13T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:20:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Fired My Secretary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This is a true story. Last week was my 40th birthday and I really didn&#39;t feel like waking up that morning. I managed to pull myself together and go downstairs for breakfast, hoping my wife would be pleasant and say, &quot;Happy Birthday!&quot;, and possibly have a small present for me. As it turned out, she barely said good morning, let alone &quot;Happy Birthday.&quot; I thought... Well, that&#39;s marriage for you, but the kids... They will remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;My kids came trampling down the stairs to breakfast, ate their breakfast, and didn&#39;t say a word to me. So when I made it out of the house and started for work, I felt pretty dumpy and despondent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As I walked into my office, my secretary Joanne said, &quot;Good Morning Boss, and by the way Happy Birthday!&quot; It felt a bit better knowing that at least someone remembered. I worked in a zombie like fashion until about one o&#39;clock, when Joanne knocked on my door and said, &quot;You know, it&#39;s such a beautiful day outside, and it&#39;s your Birthday, why don&#39;t we go out for lunch, just you and me.&quot; I said, &quot;Thanks, Joanne, that&#39;s the best thing I&#39;ve heard all day. Let&#39;s go!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;We went to lunch but not where we&#39;d normally go. Instead she took me to a quiet bistro with a private table. We had a couple of mixed drinks and I enjoyed the meal tremendously. On the way back to the office, Joanne said, &quot;You know, It&#39;s such abeautiful day ... We don&#39;t have to go right back to the office, do we?&quot; I replied with &quot;I suppose not. What do you have in mind?&quot; She said, &quot;Let&#39;s go to my apartment, it&#39;s just around the corner.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;After arriving at her apartment, Joanne turned to me and said, &quot;Boss if you don&#39;t mind, I&#39;m goinna to step into the bedroom for just a moment. I&#39;ll be right back.&quot; &quot;Ok.&quot; I nervously replied. She went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, she came out carrying a huge birthday cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Followed by my wife, my kids, and dozens of my friends, and co-workers, all singing &quot;Happy Birthday&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And I just sat there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the couch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Naked.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7616618091538421427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7616618091538421427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7616618091538421427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-fired-my-secretary.html' title='Why I Fired My Secretary'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-1550882404351084160</id><published>2010-02-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:19:19.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippie And The Nun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The hippie gives his thanks and runs to the nearest costume shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The nun jumps up and pulls off her mask and says &quot;Surprise, its me the bus driver!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/1550882404351084160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/hippie-and-nun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/1550882404351084160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/1550882404351084160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/hippie-and-nun.html' title='Hippie And The Nun'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-845519137930544406</id><published>2010-02-13T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:17:57.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Bad Day to Get Into Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It got crowded in heaven so, for one day and one day only, it was decided to only accept people who had really bad day on the day they died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;St. Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man, &quot;Tell me about the day you died.&quot; The man said, &quot;Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all over the apartment but couldn&#39;t find him anywhere. So I went out onto the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, of which I died from.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;St. Peter couldn&#39;t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it was a crime of passion, he let the man in. He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. &quot;Well, sir, it was awful,&quot; said the second man. &quot;I was doing aerobics on the balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below, but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a refrigerator on me!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really start to enjoy this job. &quot;Tell me about the day you died?” he said to the third man in line. &quot;OK, picture this; I&#39;m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator....&quot;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/845519137930544406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-bad-day-to-get-into-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/845519137930544406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/845519137930544406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/need-bad-day-to-get-into-heaven.html' title='Need A Bad Day to Get Into Heaven'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-7788100320402708478</id><published>2010-02-13T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:15:59.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Two women friends had gone out for a Girls Night Out, and had been decidedly over-enthusiastic on the cocktails. Incredibly drunk and walking home they suddenly realized they both needed to pee. They were very near a graveyard and one of them suggested they do their business behind a headstone or something. The first woman had nothing to wipe with so she took off her panties, used them and threw them away. Her friend however was wearing an expensive underwear set and didn&#39;t want to ruin hers, but was lucky enough to salvage a large ribbon from a wreath that was on a grave and proceeded to wipe herself with it. After finishing, they made their way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The next day the first woman&#39;s husband phones the other husband and said, &quot;These damn girls nights out have got to stop. My wife came home last night without her panties.&quot; &quot;That&#39;s nothing,&quot; said the other. &quot;Mine came back with a sympathy card stuck between the cheeks of her butt that said, &#39;From all of us at the Fire Station, Well never forget you!&#39;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7788100320402708478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7788100320402708478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7788100320402708478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls night out'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-2477840271603888280</id><published>2010-02-13T22:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:13:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Text Messages</title><content type='html'>A guy wlks ^ 2 a gal ina bar n asks,&lt;br /&gt;
“Do u wn2 play mgic?”&lt;br /&gt;
“What’s dat?” she replies.&lt;br /&gt;
he continues, ”&lt;br /&gt;
You cum b2 my plce, av sx, thN DSapER.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Doctor, dr, I kip seein lil blk spots B4 my Iyz.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Have u seen a dr B4?”&lt;br /&gt;
“No, jst lil blk spots.”&lt;br /&gt;
Patient: I alw C spots B4 my Iyz.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc: Didn’t d nu glasses hlp?&lt;br /&gt;
Patient: Sure, now IC d spots mch clearer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/2477840271603888280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirty-text-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2477840271603888280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/2477840271603888280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/dirty-text-messages.html' title='Dirty Text Messages'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-4922196052682294846</id><published>2010-02-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:13:00.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>“You dnt lov a wmn coz shes btifl, bt shes btifl coz u lov her.”&lt;br /&gt;
“Love tAkz off masks dat we fear we cnot liv w/o n knw we cnot liv witn.”&lt;br /&gt;
An insincere n }-) pal S mor 2B feared thN a wyld beast; a wyld beast may wound yr bod, bt an }-) pal wl wound yr mind.&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss S alovely trick dsignD by nature 2 stop spEch wen wrds Bcum superfluous.&lt;br /&gt;
lyf w/o lov S lk a trE w/o blossoms or fruit.&lt;br /&gt;
Let yr lov B lk d misty rains, cmng softly, bt flooding d rivA.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/4922196052682294846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/sms-love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4922196052682294846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/4922196052682294846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/sms-love-quotes.html' title='SMS Love Quotes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-5584249999676346858.post-7293788918121934007</id><published>2010-02-13T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:07:24.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIL TO THE CHIEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A man runs into a bar and says to the bartender, &quot;Give me twenty shots of your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;best single-malt scotch, quick!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The bartender pours the shots, and the man drinks them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;down, one at a time, as fast as he can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The bartender says, &quot;Wow. I never saw anybody drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;that fast.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The man says, &quot;Well, you&#39;d drink that fast if you had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;what I have.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The bartender says, &quot;Oh my God. What is it? What&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;do you have?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The man says, &quot;Fifty cents.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m a comedian, you know. That&#39;s how I started in show business, and that&#39;s what I&#39;ll always be, long after the lovable TV Drew is dead or lives on in syndication. Comedians make fun of presidents. And their families. That&#39;s because next to popes, presidents are the ultimate sacred cows. That&#39;s my only excuse for doing this. It&#39;s an irresistible primal urge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So to all the presidents or their families who might read this (yeah, fat chance): nothing personal. I&#39;m just doing my job. Laugh, and the world laughs with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;You lying sons of bitches. Ronald Reagan has Alzheimer&#39;s disease. He&#39;s always had Alzheimer&#39;s disease. Ever since Iran-contra. Does he seriously expect anyone to believe that he didn&#39;t know what Oliver North was up to? Bullshit. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I didn&#39;t even mind that he did it. Arms for hostages. Sounded like a great plan. Something out of a Le Carre novel. But don&#39;t lie about it. And thanks for all the national debt, peckerhead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Glad it helped make you popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;We need to balance the budget!&quot; Oh, really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Then why didn&#39;t you? Nancy&#39;s astrologer didn&#39;t think it was the right time? Jupiter wasn&#39;t in line with Venus, or some other such New Age crap you let her use to help run the country? Did Nancy ever dress in a turban and throw chicken bones around the Oval Office to help you decide what to have for lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Maybe it was because the Star Wars program was so expensive. By the way, whatever happened to that? Didn&#39;t you get us to spend billions of dollars for it? Where the fuck is it? I know that the Russians aren&#39;t much of a threat anymore, but so what? People drive Porsches when a Honda will do. Where the fuck is our billion-dollar, Russian-zapping Porsche? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I will give Reagan credit for keeping the military stakes so high with Russia that to compete with us, they ruined their economy and their whole system collapsed. Thanks. (Although, now I&#39;m scared of pesky little countries like Azerbaijan, not to mention every disgruntled Russian scientist with a nuclear bomb for sale.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;That is, I&#39;ll give his staff credit for ruining Russia. They were the brains of the outfit, if you ask me. Sometimes I think that the whole Reagan administration was like one of those movies where they would find a guy who looks just like the president, teach him how to act like the president, and then kill the real president.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Also, I was in the marines during the Reagan years, and any presidential look-alike that beefs up the military is a-okay with me. The entire collapse of the Bush era can be summed up in six words: &quot;Read My Lips, No New Taxes.&quot; I bet you hear those words in your sweat-drenched nightmares, don&#39;t you George?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The American public didn&#39;t seem to mind that he lied about his involvement in the Iran-contra scandal, even though he was at all the meetings. Even though he used to be the head of the Central Intelligence Agency, so you knew he knew about everything that everybody did everywhere. I&#39;m sure he still got the newsletter. And they loved him for taking the lead on the Gulf War. Thanks for keeping our gas prices low, low, low. Thanks for making Kuwait safer than South Central LA. I hope to vacation there someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Thanks for not killing Sadaam when you had the chance. I had five minutes about Sadaam in my act and didn&#39;t want to lose it. But oh, Jesus, did they hate you over &quot;Read My Lips.&quot; It&#39;s too bad you didn&#39;t say it while you were head of the CIA. You could&#39;ve claimed it was some kind of secret code that meant, &quot;A Chicken In Every Pot.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But what did we expect from a guy that let himself get pushed around by the Democratic Congress on budgetary issues worse than Reagan did. After all, raising taxes wasn&#39;t his idea, he just went along with it like some idiot. (I can&#39;t, in good conscience, blame only presidents for this country being in such out-of-control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;debt. I blame Congress, mostly, because they&#39;re the only ones that are constitutionally allowed to spend money. But it doesn&#39;t help when president after president lets them get away with it without having at least some of them secretly assassinated.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Clinton. Where to start with the lyingest, bullshittingest, most insincere misrepresenter to ever hold the office?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Didn&#39;t inhale, didn&#39;t waggle his dick at Paula Jones, wasn&#39;t greedy during the eighties, only wants to help, feels your pain, never did a line of blow, has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;a plan for every problem in your life no matter how small it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He didn&#39;t inhale because he was stupid and didn&#39;t know how. He wanted to get high, he just couldn&#39;t figure out the complicated respiratory trick that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;even your average crack head can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He doesn&#39;t remember shaking his trouser snake at Paula Jones, because he probably did it so many times to so many women that she got lost in the shuffle. He&#39;s willing to (as of this writing, anyway)donate some $600,000 that she&#39;s asking for to a charity to settle the case, but he didn&#39;t do it. And Michael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Jackson never molested a little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Everything he says to us sounds like some practiced pick-up line that you&#39;d hear from some old guy trying to get laid in a disco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;I feel your pain, baby. Let&#39;s go back to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;place.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi, I&#39;m the education president. Nice tits.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He needed to raise all our taxes to get back at the rich people who were so greedy during the awful Reagan-Bush years. (Remember the Reagan-Bush years? How terrible things were?) I think that in my best year during Reagan-Bush I made just over thirty thousand. In 1989, the last year of the so called &quot;Decade of Greed&quot; I was living out of my car trying not to put a bullet through my head. And then soon as Clinton gets elected and I just start to make good money, he wants to raise my taxes to get back at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Well, fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What were you and your wife doing in the eighties,huh? Living off the land? No, you prick, you and your lawyer wife were doing sweetheart land deals and trading in pork futures and trying to get rich like every other yuppie. You even sent your daughter to an exclusive private rich-kid school. Nice going, especially since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;you&#39;re so vigorously opposed to school vouchers which would let the average Joe provide the same opportunities to his daughter that you gave to yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The education president, my ass. Public schools in America suck. You said as much yourself when you wouldn&#39;t send your own daughter to one. You think she&#39;d be going to Stanford if she went to a public school in D.C.? She&#39;d be lucky to be going to a decent community college right now. Instead of being a doctor, her goal would be to read at an eighth-grade level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;You and your &quot;Mandate for Change.&quot; You never got more than half of the popular vote. You didn&#39;t get elected by a landslide, you fell through the cracks. I&#39;ve had it with all these assholes. Every election I have to hold my nose to vote. The way they go on and on, taking credit for things they didn&#39;t do, blaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;the other party for every bad thing that no one has control over, making promises they have no intention of keeping just because a poll told them the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;public wanted to hear it . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And they always have a plan for solving every problem. Poverty, Crime, AIDS; you name it, and Big Brother can solve it right from his Ivory Tower in Washington, D.C. Call a press conference, give a speech, appoint a committee: problem solved as far as any president is concerned. On to the next problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;For example, while I was writing this chapter, Big Brother Bill gave a &quot;major speech&quot; in California about racism. What he said was that racism is bad, he was against it, and if we all just worked together a little harder, we could get rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Race problem solved. Congratulations. Better put on your lab coat and get to work on that AIDS vaccine now, huh?&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/feeds/7293788918121934007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/hail-to-chief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7293788918121934007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584249999676346858/posts/default/7293788918121934007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funny-4fun.blogspot.com/2010/02/hail-to-chief.html' title='HAIL TO THE CHIEF'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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></feed>