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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A32VOe3fOu4bb3I7Rm4PKzGDtW0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A32VOe3fOu4bb3I7Rm4PKzGDtW0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A32VOe3fOu4bb3I7Rm4PKzGDtW0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A32VOe3fOu4bb3I7Rm4PKzGDtW0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dentist&amp;#39;s Hymn.................................... Crown Him with Many Crowns.&lt;br&gt; Weatherman&amp;#39;s Hymn............................ There Shall Be Showers of Blessings.&lt;br&gt; Contractor&amp;#39;s Hymn............................... The Church&amp;#39;s One Foundation.&lt;br&gt; The Tailor&amp;#39;s Hymn................................ Holy, Holy, Holy.&lt;br&gt; The Golfer&amp;#39;s Hymn.................................There&amp;#39;s a Green Hill Far Away.&lt;br&gt; The Politician&amp;#39;s Hymn........................... Standing on the Promises!&lt;br&gt; Optometrist&amp;#39;s Hymn............................. Open My Eyes That I Might See.&lt;br&gt; The IRS Agent&amp;#39;s Hymn.......................... I Surrender All.&lt;br&gt; The Gossip&amp;#39;s Hymn...............................Pass It On.&lt;br&gt; The Electrician&amp;#39;s Hymn......................... Send The Light.&lt;br&gt; The Shopper&amp;#39;s Hymn............................ Sweet Bye and Bye.&lt;br&gt; The Realtor&amp;#39;s Hymn.............................. I&amp;#39;ve Got a Mansion,  Just  Over  the Hilltop.&lt;br&gt; The Massage Therapist&amp;#39;s Hymn............ He Touched Me.&lt;br&gt; The Doctor&amp;#39;s Hymn.............................. The Great Physician. &lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;br style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;AND for those who speed on the highway - a few hymns:&lt;br&gt; 55 mph ........................... God Will Take Care of You&lt;br&gt; 75 mph .............................. Nearer My God To Thee&lt;br&gt; 85 mph ............................. This World Is Not My Home&lt;br&gt; 95 mph ............................. Lord, I&amp;#39;m Coming Home&lt;br&gt; 100 mph ........................... Precious Memories&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt; Give me a sense of humor, Lord,&lt;br&gt; Give me the grace to see a joke,&lt;br&gt; To get some humor out of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-174304438895840587?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/zBiu-GG-QT4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/174304438895840587/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-know-your-hymns.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/174304438895840587?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/174304438895840587?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/zBiu-GG-QT4/do-you-know-your-hymns.html" title="DO YOU KNOW YOUR HYMNS?" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-know-your-hymns.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRHkyeSp7ImA9WhdXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-1655501786882125279</id><published>2011-08-27T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:37:05.791-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-27T18:37:05.791-05:00</app:edited><title>The End is Near !</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogm0jSYcQUzIoU6FdYH-5y5xtCE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogm0jSYcQUzIoU6FdYH-5y5xtCE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogm0jSYcQUzIoU6FdYH-5y5xtCE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Ogm0jSYcQUzIoU6FdYH-5y5xtCE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A local priest and pastor stood by the side of the road holding up a sign that said, &amp;quot;The End is Near! Turn yourself around now before it&amp;#39;s too late!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They planned to hold up the sign to each passing car.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Leave us alone you religious nuts!&amp;quot; yelled the first driver as he&lt;br&gt;sped by.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From around the corner they heard a big splash. &amp;quot;Do you think,&amp;quot; said one clergy to the other, &amp;quot;we should just put up a sign that says &amp;#39;the bridge is broken&amp;#39; instead?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-1655501786882125279?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/JZd0H8n3HkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1655501786882125279/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/1655501786882125279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/1655501786882125279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/JZd0H8n3HkE/end-is-near.html" title="The End is Near !" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHQ3k6fSp7ImA9WhdQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-7069849087791642360</id><published>2011-08-18T18:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:20:32.715-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-18T18:20:32.715-05:00</app:edited><title>You're Next</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J72Xn_jaMvO_1huDAI8WE-UUZEQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J72Xn_jaMvO_1huDAI8WE-UUZEQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J72Xn_jaMvO_1huDAI8WE-UUZEQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J72Xn_jaMvO_1huDAI8WE-UUZEQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I hate when I am at weddings and all the old people poke me and say "You're Next!"&lt;br /&gt;
So I started doing the same to them at funerals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-7069849087791642360?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/pSwp60lhyIQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7069849087791642360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-next.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7069849087791642360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7069849087791642360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/pSwp60lhyIQ/youre-next.html" title="You're Next" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-next.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDR3g6eCp7ImA9WhdQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-1858056719527470060</id><published>2011-08-12T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:02:56.610-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-12T15:02:56.610-05:00</app:edited><title>Minister couldn't stop talking</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T20mHuP36fhjpXx41v36r7r1JPA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T20mHuP36fhjpXx41v36r7r1JPA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T20mHuP36fhjpXx41v36r7r1JPA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T20mHuP36fhjpXx41v36r7r1JPA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This minister just had all of his remaining teeth pulled and new dentures were being made.The first Sunday, he only preached 10 minutes.The second Sunday, he preached only 20 minutes.&lt;br&gt;But, on the third Sunday, he preached 1 hour 25 minutes.&lt;br&gt; When asked about this by some of the congregation, he responded this way.The first Sunday, my gums were so sore it hurt to talk.&lt;br&gt;The second Sunday, my dentures were hurting a lot.&lt;br&gt;The third Sunday, I accidentally grabbed my wife&amp;#39;s dentures... and I&lt;br&gt; couldn&amp;#39;t stop talking!&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-1858056719527470060?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/LxpPGN9WJpQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/1858056719527470060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/minister-couldnt-stop-talking.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/1858056719527470060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/1858056719527470060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/LxpPGN9WJpQ/minister-couldnt-stop-talking.html" title="Minister couldn't stop talking" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/minister-couldnt-stop-talking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DSX8-fSp7ImA9WhdQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-8049140267979014453</id><published>2011-08-10T19:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:02:58.155-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T19:02:58.155-05:00</app:edited><title>Whose dad is the most talented?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/omC1jxFjxRh-Pyxy6KbqQkt3HwQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/omC1jxFjxRh-Pyxy6KbqQkt3HwQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/omC1jxFjxRh-Pyxy6KbqQkt3HwQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/omC1jxFjxRh-Pyxy6KbqQkt3HwQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;3 kids are sitting on the curb, the first one says &amp;quot;guess what? my dad is so talented he writes stuff down on paper calls it a poem and they send him $100 for it!&amp;quot; the second kid says &amp;quot;oh yeah? my dad is so talented he draws squiggly lines on a notebook calls it art and they give him $300 for it!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s nothin&amp;quot; the 3rd kid says, &amp;quot;my dad writes some words down calls it a sermon, and it takes five guys to collect all the money!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-8049140267979014453?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/rOsUKN8zvRs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8049140267979014453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/whose-dad-is-most-talented.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/8049140267979014453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/8049140267979014453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/rOsUKN8zvRs/whose-dad-is-most-talented.html" title="Whose dad is the most talented?" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/whose-dad-is-most-talented.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNRX8zeSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-7869830959180866617</id><published>2011-08-06T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:46:34.181-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:46:34.181-05:00</app:edited><title>Two Brothers</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Eat_lAtr71fN3e6kXTiIuHPs7ns/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Eat_lAtr71fN3e6kXTiIuHPs7ns/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Eat_lAtr71fN3e6kXTiIuHPs7ns/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Eat_lAtr71fN3e6kXTiIuHPs7ns/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt; In a certain suburban neighborhood, there were two brothers, 8 and 10  years old, who were exceedingly mischievous. Whatever went wrong in the neighborhood, it turned out they had had a hand in it. Their parents were at their wit's end trying to control them.  Hearing about a priest nearby who worked with delinquent boys, the mother suggested to the father that they ask the priest to talk with the boys. &lt;br /&gt;
The mother went to the priest and made her request. He agreed, but said he wanted to see the younger boy first and alone. So the mother sent him to the priest. &lt;br /&gt;
The priest sat the boy down across a huge, impressive desk he sat behind.  For about five minutes they just sat and stared at each other. Finally, the priest pointed his forefinger at the boy and asked, "Where is God?" &lt;br /&gt;
The boy looked under the desk, in the corners of the room, all around, but said nothing. &lt;br /&gt;
Again, louder, the priest pointed at the boy and asked, "Where is God?" &lt;br /&gt;
Again the boy looked all around but said nothing. A third time, in a  louder, firmer voice, the priest leaned far across the desk and put his forefinger almost to the boy's nose, and asked, "Where is God?" &lt;br /&gt;
The boy panicked and ran all the way home. Finding his older brother, he dragged him upstairs to their room and into the closet, where they usually plotted their mischief. He finally said, "We are in BIIIIG trouble." &lt;br /&gt;
The older boy asked, "What do you mean, BIIIIG trouble?" &lt;br /&gt;
His brother replied, "God is missing and they think we did it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-7869830959180866617?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/05y3LEV3zmY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7869830959180866617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-brothers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7869830959180866617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7869830959180866617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/05y3LEV3zmY/two-brothers.html" title="Two Brothers" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-brothers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDSXk6eip7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-5624913283657749627</id><published>2011-08-06T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:41:18.712-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:41:18.712-05:00</app:edited><title>The Lord's Prayer</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKT3AwfwrOZP0KMPk15jt2LPvMA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKT3AwfwrOZP0KMPk15jt2LPvMA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKT3AwfwrOZP0KMPk15jt2LPvMA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oKT3AwfwrOZP0KMPk15jt2LPvMA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mother was teaching her 3 year old daughter the Lord's prayer. For several evenings at bedtime she repeated it after her mother. One night she  said she was ready to solo. The mother listened with pride as she  carefully  enunciated each word right up to the end&lt;br /&gt;
"Lead us not into temptation"   she prayed, "but deliver us some E-mail, Amen".   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-5624913283657749627?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/zFyGa4HJuNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5624913283657749627/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/lords-prayer.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/5624913283657749627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/5624913283657749627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/zFyGa4HJuNk/lords-prayer.html" title="The Lord's Prayer" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/lords-prayer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQHY7fip7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4801086466905609093</id><published>2011-08-06T23:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:39:41.806-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:39:41.806-05:00</app:edited><title>It's funny that you should mention that. . . .</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hxz77cDWa9lrpMAAvH5VkS-qpsw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hxz77cDWa9lrpMAAvH5VkS-qpsw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hxz77cDWa9lrpMAAvH5VkS-qpsw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Hxz77cDWa9lrpMAAvH5VkS-qpsw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Two Jewish gentlemen, long-time friends, happened to meet, and one noticed  that the other seemed depressed. &lt;br /&gt;
"What's wrong?" he asked &lt;br /&gt;
"There's terrible trouble in my family, " the  first fellow said. "I sent my son to Israel so that he would come home a  better Jew and believe it or not, he came home a Christian." &lt;br /&gt;
"It's funny that you should mention that," said the second man. "Exactly the same thing happened to me.  I sent my son to Israel so that he'd become a better Jew, and he too, came home a Christian." &lt;br /&gt;
They both decided to seek the advice of their rabbi.  They went and told their rabbi what had happened in their families. &lt;br /&gt;
"It's funny that you should mention that," said the rabbi, "because exactly the same thing happened in our family.  I sent my only son to Israel in hope that he would become a better Jew, and, believe it  not, he also came home a Christian." &lt;br /&gt;
At that, the three men fell to their knees, and with tears streaming down their faces, addressed God the Father Almighty directly. When each of them told the Lord their stories, they heard a voice from heaven reply:  "It's funny that you should mention that . . ."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4801086466905609093?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/COBaJdmKFlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4801086466905609093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-funny-that-you-should-mention-that.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4801086466905609093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4801086466905609093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/COBaJdmKFlk/its-funny-that-you-should-mention-that.html" title="It's funny that you should mention that. . . ." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-funny-that-you-should-mention-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04CQHY-fSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-6095723705085990344</id><published>2011-08-06T23:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:39:21.855-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:39:21.855-05:00</app:edited><title>Heavenly Rates</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZBYtbRB5OELRlhpLZ3rEkIk1CSM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZBYtbRB5OELRlhpLZ3rEkIk1CSM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZBYtbRB5OELRlhpLZ3rEkIk1CSM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZBYtbRB5OELRlhpLZ3rEkIk1CSM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man dies and goes to heaven. Of course, St. Peter meets him at the pearly gates.&lt;br /&gt;
St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in." &lt;br /&gt;
"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50 years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;
"That's wonderful," says St. Peter, "that's worth three points!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and supported its ministry with my tithe and service."&lt;br /&gt;
"Terrific!" says St. Peter, "that's certainly worth a point."&lt;br /&gt;
"One point? Golly. How about this: I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for homeless veterans."&lt;br /&gt;
"Fantastic, that's good for two more points," he says.&lt;br /&gt;
"TWO POINTS!!" the man cries, "At this rate the only way I get into heaven is by the grace of God!"&lt;br /&gt;
"Come on in!"    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-6095723705085990344?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/Y1DIEpu_wY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6095723705085990344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/heavenly-rates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/6095723705085990344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/6095723705085990344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/Y1DIEpu_wY4/heavenly-rates.html" title="Heavenly Rates" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/heavenly-rates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CRn84eSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-5032139183767814046</id><published>2011-08-06T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:37:47.131-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:37:47.131-05:00</app:edited><title>Name Them</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi3v9LkMuRqvdo51ltDl4kB4s4A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi3v9LkMuRqvdo51ltDl4kB4s4A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi3v9LkMuRqvdo51ltDl4kB4s4A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qi3v9LkMuRqvdo51ltDl4kB4s4A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Recently a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at the Pearly Gates. St. Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would each have to answer one question.&lt;br /&gt;
St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, "What was the name of the ship that crashed into the iceberg? They just made a movie about it." The teacher answered quickly, "That would be the Titanic." St. Peter let him through the gate.&lt;br /&gt;
St. Peter turned to the garbage man and, figuring Heaven didn't REALLY need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, decided to make the question a little harder: "How many people died on the ship?" Fortunately for him, the trash man had just seen the movie and answered, "about 1,500." "That's right! You may enter."&lt;br /&gt;
St. Peter then turned to the lawyer. "Name them." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-5032139183767814046?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/AQQI_5xUMMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/5032139183767814046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/name-them.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/5032139183767814046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/5032139183767814046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/AQQI_5xUMMU/name-them.html" title="Name Them" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/name-them.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMASH0zcSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-2658865388724941096</id><published>2011-08-06T23:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:47:29.389-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:47:29.389-05:00</app:edited><title>The Bible According to KIDS</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/psAB-nOXGcyur-FVT0rZBpSpdR8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/psAB-nOXGcyur-FVT0rZBpSpdR8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/psAB-nOXGcyur-FVT0rZBpSpdR8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/psAB-nOXGcyur-FVT0rZBpSpdR8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cute statements below are said to have been written by actual students and are genuine, authentic and not retouched or corrected:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the first book of the Bible, Guinessis, God got tired of creating the world, so he took the Sabbath off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Adam and Eve were created from an apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Noah built an ark, which the animals come on to in pears.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lot's wife was a pillar of salt by day, but a ball of fire by night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Samson was a strongman who let himself be led astray by a Jezebel like Delilah.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Samson slayed the Philistines with the axe of the Apostles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moses led the Hebrews to the Red Sea, where they made unleavened bread which is bread without any ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Egyptians were all drowned in the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Afterwards, Moses went up on Mount Cyanide to get the ten ammendments.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fifth commandment is to humor thy father and mother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The seventh commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moses died before he ever reached Canada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then Joshua led the Hebrews in the battle of Geritol.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The greatest miracle in the Bible is when Joshua told his son to stand still and he obeyed him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
David was a Hebrew king skilled at playing the liar. He fought with the Finklesteins, a race of people who lived in Biblical times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Solomon, one of David's sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When Mary heard that she was the mother of Jesus, she sang the Magna Carta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the three wise guys from the east side arrived, they found Jesus in the manager.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate contraption.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
St. John, the blacksmith, dumped water on his head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus enunciated the Golden Rule, which says to do one to others before they do one to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He also explained, "a man doth not live by sweat alone."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a miracle when Jesus rose from the dead and managed to get the tombstone off the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The people who followed the Lord were called the 12 decibels.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The epistles were the wives of the apostles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One of the opossums was St. Matthew who was also a taximan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
St. Paul cavorted to Christianity. He preached holy acrimony, which is another name for marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A Christian should have only one spouse. This is called monotony.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A cheerful heart is good medicine... Prov 17:22a (NIV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-2658865388724941096?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/1n-FVzXRlVs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2658865388724941096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/bible-according-to-kids.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2658865388724941096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2658865388724941096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/1n-FVzXRlVs/bible-according-to-kids.html" title="The Bible According to KIDS" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/bible-according-to-kids.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECSHY5cSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-3168385612600756158</id><published>2011-08-06T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:34:29.829-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:34:29.829-05:00</app:edited><title>How many church members does it take...</title><content type="html">
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Whaddaya mean CHANGE??? That light bulb was given in memory of my Grandmother! My father installed it with his bare hands! He donated his time AND the use of his ladder to do it, too!  My family's been members of this church for four generations! And if you think you're gonna come in here and make a bunch of changes all of a sudden, Pastor, you've got another think coming!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-3168385612600756158?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/Z8c1zz3wr5k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3168385612600756158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-many-church-members-does-it-take-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/3168385612600756158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/3168385612600756158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/Z8c1zz3wr5k/how-many-church-members-does-it-take-to.html" title="How many church members does it take..." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-many-church-members-does-it-take-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHQ3w4eSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4341251682005362827</id><published>2011-08-06T23:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:33:52.231-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:33:52.231-05:00</app:edited><title>Great Truths from Small Children</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e6lsZ_ypdnheZ8eOItdCgyEt-GE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e6lsZ_ypdnheZ8eOItdCgyEt-GE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.&lt;br /&gt;
When your mom is mad at your dad, don't let her brush your hair.&lt;br /&gt;
If your sister hits you, don't hit her back.&lt;br /&gt;
They always catch the second  person.&lt;br /&gt;
Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.&lt;br /&gt;
You can't trust dogs to watch your food.&lt;br /&gt;
Reading what people write on desks can teach you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.&lt;br /&gt;
Puppies still have bad breath even after eating a tic tac.&lt;br /&gt;
Never hold a dustbuster and a cat at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
School lunches stick to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.&lt;br /&gt;
The best place to be when you are sad is in Grandma's lap.&lt;br /&gt;
It's hard to unlearn a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;
Ask Why until you understand.&lt;br /&gt;
It's easier to see the mistakes on someone else's paper.&lt;br /&gt;
A pencil without an eraser may as well just be a pen.&lt;br /&gt;
It's only fun to play school when you're the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes the best one in the play has the fewest lines.&lt;br /&gt;
Twelve is a lot older than eight.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes your best move is blocked by your own checkers.&lt;br /&gt;
Some nights it's not worth fighting over who gets the top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't expect your friends to be as excited about your "100" as you are.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't say that the "Last One is a Rotten Egg" unless you're absolutely sure there's a slow kid behind you.&lt;br /&gt;
If you don't like the birthday girl, don't go to the party.&lt;br /&gt;
Crawling still gets you there.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want a kitten, start out by asking for a horse.&lt;br /&gt;
Your room gets smaller as you get bigger.&lt;br /&gt;
You can't start over just because you're losing the game When you're dressed up like a princess, it's easier to act like one.&lt;br /&gt;
If a tree had apples last year, don't expect pears this year.&lt;br /&gt;
One drop of black paint from the brush clouds the whole cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;
You can't be everyone's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
A snow day is more fun than a vacation day.&lt;br /&gt;
All libraries smell the same.&lt;br /&gt;
Say grace.&lt;br /&gt;
If you want someone to listen to you, whisper it.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you have to take the test before you've finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;
Silence can be an answer.&lt;br /&gt;
Ask where things come from.&lt;br /&gt;
If you throw a ball at someone, they'll probably throw it back.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't nod on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4341251682005362827?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/jveLVpTMoQc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4341251682005362827/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-truths-from-small-children.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4341251682005362827?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4341251682005362827?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/jveLVpTMoQc/great-truths-from-small-children.html" title="Great Truths from Small Children" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/great-truths-from-small-children.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ICQX0yfSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-6926940522184975405</id><published>2011-08-06T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:32:40.395-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:32:40.395-05:00</app:edited><title>THE LIMO</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AtSvwA1yKXwTF9ACzbl-IzxHRZo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AtSvwA1yKXwTF9ACzbl-IzxHRZo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The Pope had just finished a tour of the East Coast and was taking a limousine to the airport.  Having never driven a limo, he asked the chauffeur if he could drive for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;
Well, the chauffeur didn't have much of a choice, so the chauffeur climbs in the back of the limo and the Pope takes the wheel. The Pope proceeds to hop on Route 95 and starts accelerating to see what the limo could do.  He gets to about 90 miles per hour and, WHAM, there are the blue lights of our friendly State Police in his mirror. &lt;br /&gt;
He pulls over and the trooper comes to his window. Seeing who it was the trooper says "just a moment please I need to call in." &lt;br /&gt;
The trooper radio's in and asks for the chief. He tells the chief "I've got a REALLY important person pulled over and I need to know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;
The chief replies "Who is it, not Ted again ?"&lt;br /&gt;
The trooper says,"No, even more important."&lt;br /&gt;
The chief replies, "It's the Governor, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
The trooper replies "No, even more important."&lt;br /&gt;
"It's isn't the President is it?"&lt;br /&gt;
"No, more important", replies the trooper.&lt;br /&gt;
"Well WHO the HECK is it!", screams the chief.&lt;br /&gt;
"I don't know" says the trooper. "But he's got the Pope as a chauffeur!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-6926940522184975405?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/YmmWM-EFfEE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/6926940522184975405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/limo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/6926940522184975405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/6926940522184975405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/YmmWM-EFfEE/limo.html" title="THE LIMO" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/limo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCQ3g_fip7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-2402114604007640443</id><published>2011-08-06T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:31:02.646-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:31:02.646-05:00</app:edited><title>This millionaire wanted take some of his money to heaven...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--NyQQQv01NCfp5mZ-xZrVvVUI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--NyQQQv01NCfp5mZ-xZrVvVUI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This millionaire wanted take some of his money to heaven with him when he died, so he talked to God about it beforehand. He told God that he had lived a good life and all he wanted was to bring a little of his fortune with him. God finally agreed, but told the millionaire he must limit the amount to whatever he could fit into one suitcase.  The millionaire decided to make the most of it by comparing American dollars, French Francs, Japenese Yen, and every kind of currency available in the world to see to it that he fit the most possible into the suitcase. Finally, he decided the best he could do was to exchange his money for gold and place that in the suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;
When he died and arrived at Heaven's gate, St. Peter asked him what was in the suitcase. He told St. Peter that down on earth he had been a millionaire and that God had given him permisson to bring some of his fortune with him, as long as he could fit it into one suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;
St. Peter told the millionaire this was most unusual and he would have to take a look inside the suitcase before he could determine whether the millionaire could enter the gate with it. The millionaire opened the suitcase and St. Peter said, "Oh, yes. That's just pavement, please come in!"   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-2402114604007640443?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/s3TkWShD6yw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2402114604007640443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-millionaire-wanted-take-some-of.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2402114604007640443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2402114604007640443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/s3TkWShD6yw/this-millionaire-wanted-take-some-of.html" title="This millionaire wanted take some of his money to heaven..." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-millionaire-wanted-take-some-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MERXcyeyp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-8289133042028023694</id><published>2011-08-06T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:30:04.993-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:30:04.993-05:00</app:edited><title>A young couple were on their way to get married...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ciCcwKUJID7BEmiH0ijmoe-QjRE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ciCcwKUJID7BEmiH0ijmoe-QjRE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ciCcwKUJID7BEmiH0ijmoe-QjRE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ciCcwKUJID7BEmiH0ijmoe-QjRE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young couple were on their way to get married when they were killed in a car accident. When they got to heaven they asked St. Peter if they could see God.   St. Peter said " I think I can arange that". The next day the couple received a call to come before the throne. The Lord asked them what they wanted to see him for. They said " We know this is heaven and we are glad to be here, but we would still like to get married". The Lord said " I'll have to get back to you on that" and dismissed them from the throne room. Ten years later the Lord calls them back to his throne room and asked if they still wanted to get married. They said with great excitement " Yes , we sure do". The Lord said " This preacher is going to marry you today".  They got married and left happy.  A few months later they asked to see the Lord again and said " We know this is heaven, but we can not get along and we want a divorse". The Lord said " Now look it took me ten years to get a preacher up here , if you think I'm going to get a lawyer up here your crazy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-8289133042028023694?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/AGWpfhP5EzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/8289133042028023694/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/young-couple-were-on-their-way-to-get.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/8289133042028023694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/8289133042028023694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/AGWpfhP5EzA/young-couple-were-on-their-way-to-get.html" title="A young couple were on their way to get married..." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/young-couple-were-on-their-way-to-get.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQn85fyp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-2204752859545567284</id><published>2011-08-06T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:28:43.127-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:28:43.127-05:00</app:edited><title>Nativity Scene</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sBSl7bg1GAjjq6TGWyjCxijU1Fw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sBSl7bg1GAjjq6TGWyjCxijU1Fw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sBSl7bg1GAjjq6TGWyjCxijU1Fw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sBSl7bg1GAjjq6TGWyjCxijU1Fw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a small Southern town there was a "Nativity Scene" that showed great skill and talent had gone into creating it. One small feature bothered me. The three wise men were wearing firemen's helmets.  Totally unable to come up with a reason or explanation, I left. At a "Quik  Stop" on the edge of town, I asked the lady behind the counter about the helmets. She exploded into a rage, yelling at me, "You darn Yankees never do read the Bible!"  I assured her that I did, but simply couldn't recall anything about firemen in the Bible.  She jerked her Bible from behind the counter and ruffled thru some pages, and finally jabbed her finger at a passage. Sticking it in my face she said "See, it says right here, 'The three wise man came from afar.'" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-2204752859545567284?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/x3oj5xLgG6I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2204752859545567284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/nativity-scene.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2204752859545567284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2204752859545567284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/x3oj5xLgG6I/nativity-scene.html" title="Nativity Scene" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/nativity-scene.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHQHc7eCp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4612514281607613890</id><published>2011-08-06T23:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:27:11.900-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:27:11.900-05:00</app:edited><title>A Little Mouse At The Pearly Gates</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P83QSy3LIXgV3h-ZnBIW9qBVm6A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P83QSy3LIXgV3h-ZnBIW9qBVm6A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P83QSy3LIXgV3h-ZnBIW9qBVm6A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/P83QSy3LIXgV3h-ZnBIW9qBVm6A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A little mouse died and went to the Pearly Gates where St. Peter met him and invited to come in, but the mouse told him he wanted to look around first. St Peter said that was okay with him. After looking around the mouse approached St. Peter and told him he would like to stay but it is too big there and he would get tired running around all day. St. Peter thought for awhile and said he had just the thing for him, a pair of roller skates so the mouse decided to stay. Soon a cat died and went to the Pearly Gates where St. Peter met him and invited him in also, the cat wanted to look around too. After spotting the mouse on roller skates the cat said, "Boy oh boy, you have meals on wheels I will stay." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4612514281607613890?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/mEL8XubjDPE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4612514281607613890/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-mouse-at-pearly-gates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4612514281607613890?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4612514281607613890?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/mEL8XubjDPE/little-mouse-at-pearly-gates.html" title="A Little Mouse At The Pearly Gates" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-mouse-at-pearly-gates.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQn06cCp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-7164596862944601299</id><published>2011-08-06T23:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:26:53.318-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:26:53.318-05:00</app:edited><title>The Perfect Marriage</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glOYU-xQ_If1FYiCWr3uofStjKo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glOYU-xQ_If1FYiCWr3uofStjKo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glOYU-xQ_If1FYiCWr3uofStjKo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/glOYU-xQ_If1FYiCWr3uofStjKo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Eve had the perfect marriage. &lt;br /&gt;
He didn't have to hear about all the men she could have married and she didn't have to hear about how well his mother cooked!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-7164596862944601299?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/4XgC-gNlQ30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/7164596862944601299/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfect-marriage.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7164596862944601299?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/7164596862944601299?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/4XgC-gNlQ30/perfect-marriage.html" title="The Perfect Marriage" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfect-marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YEQHw_cSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-2787708358265875904</id><published>2011-08-06T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:25:01.249-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:25:01.249-05:00</app:edited><title>WATCH OUT FOR THAT WALL</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blTJXwvqfnwSMLdFb43yg2VXTAo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blTJXwvqfnwSMLdFb43yg2VXTAo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blTJXwvqfnwSMLdFb43yg2VXTAo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blTJXwvqfnwSMLdFb43yg2VXTAo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; A funeral service is being held in a church for a woman who had just passed away. &lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the Service, the pall-bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan. &lt;br /&gt;
They open the casket and find that the woman is actually still alive. She lives for ten more years and then dies. &lt;br /&gt;
A ceremony is again held at the same church and at the end of the ceremony, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket. As they are walking, the husband cries out, "AND WATCH OUT FOR THAT WALL!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-2787708358265875904?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/gO9CS_EtFbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2787708358265875904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/watch-out-for-that-wall.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2787708358265875904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2787708358265875904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/gO9CS_EtFbU/watch-out-for-that-wall.html" title="WATCH OUT FOR THAT WALL" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/watch-out-for-that-wall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4BRHY4eyp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-2434507431988043756</id><published>2011-08-06T23:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:22:35.833-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:22:35.833-05:00</app:edited><title>A middle-aged woman has a heart attack....</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JODe2Wv8Z6hToFeH19X_-_8NPWE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JODe2Wv8Z6hToFeH19X_-_8NPWE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JODe2Wv8Z6hToFeH19X_-_8NPWE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JODe2Wv8Z6hToFeH19X_-_8NPWE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A middle-aged woman has a heart attack and is taken to the hospital.  While on the operating table she has a near death experience.  During that experience she sees God and asks if this is it.  God says no and explains that she has another 30 years to live. &lt;br /&gt;
Upon her recovery she decides to just stay in the hospital and have a face lift, liposuction, breast augmentation, tummy tuck, etc.  She even has someone come in and change her hair color.  She figures since she's got another 30 years she might as well make the most of it. &lt;br /&gt;
She walks out of the hospital after the last operation and is killed by an ambulance speeding by.  She arrives in front of God and complains, "I thought you said I had another 30 years." God replies, "I didn't recognize you" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-2434507431988043756?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/SA9wakEikus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/2434507431988043756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/middle-aged-woman-has-heart-attack.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2434507431988043756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/2434507431988043756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/SA9wakEikus/middle-aged-woman-has-heart-attack.html" title="A middle-aged woman has a heart attack...." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/middle-aged-woman-has-heart-attack.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4HQ3g7fSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4795182290354301939</id><published>2011-08-06T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:22:12.605-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:22:12.605-05:00</app:edited><title>Gates in Hell</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JdLQiStli5Ogbm-0dMP1N8xft8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JdLQiStli5Ogbm-0dMP1N8xft8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JdLQiStli5Ogbm-0dMP1N8xft8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JdLQiStli5Ogbm-0dMP1N8xft8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bill Gates died in a car accident.  He found himself in Purgatory being sized up by God... &lt;br /&gt;
"Well, Bill, I'm really confused on this call.  I'm not sure whether to send you to Heaven or Hell.  After all, you enormously helped  society by putting a computer in almost every home in the world and yet you created that ghastly Windows 95.  I'm going to do something I've never done before.  In your  case, I'm going to let you  decide  where you want to go!" &lt;br /&gt;
Bill replied, "Well, thanks, God.  What's the difference between the two?" &lt;br /&gt;
God said, "I'm willing to let you visit both places briefly if it will help  you make a decision." &lt;br /&gt;
"Fine, but where should I go first?" &lt;br /&gt;
God said, "I'm going to leave that up to you." &lt;br /&gt;
Bill said, "OK, then, let's try Hell first."  &lt;br /&gt;
So Bill went to Hell. It was a beautiful, clean, sandy beach with clear waters.  There were thousands of beautiful women running around, playing in the water, laughing and frolicking about.  The sun was shining, the temperature was perfect. Bill was very pleased.  &lt;br /&gt;
"This is great!" he told God."If this is Hell, I REALLY want to see Heaven!" &lt;br /&gt;
"Fine," said God and off they went. Heaven was a high place in the clouds, with angels drifting about playing harps and singing. It was nice but not as enticing as Hell. Bill thought for a quick minute and rendered his decision. &lt;br /&gt;
"Hmm, I think I prefer Hell" he told God.&lt;br /&gt;
"Fine," retorted God, "as you desire."  So Bill Gates went to Hell. Two weeks later, God decided to check up on the late billionaire to see how he was doing in Hell.  When God arrived in Hell, he found Bill shackled to a wall, screaming amongst the hot flames in a dark cave. He was being burned and tortured by demons. &lt;br /&gt;
"How's everything going, Bill?"  God asked. &lt;br /&gt;
Bill responded - his voice full of anguish and disappointment, "This is awful, this is not what I expected. I can't believe this happened. What happened to that other place with the  beaches and the beautiful women playing in the water?" &lt;br /&gt;
God said, "That was the screen saver".   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4795182290354301939?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/hmPk8HgOC6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4795182290354301939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/gates-in-hell.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4795182290354301939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4795182290354301939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/hmPk8HgOC6g/gates-in-hell.html" title="Gates in Hell" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/gates-in-hell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FRns-cCp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-3499726038950117934</id><published>2011-08-06T23:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:21:57.558-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:21:57.558-05:00</app:edited><title>Two Statutes</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wpNwAnd19m9RK7goMiocSWgDjfc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wpNwAnd19m9RK7goMiocSWgDjfc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wpNwAnd19m9RK7goMiocSWgDjfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wpNwAnd19m9RK7goMiocSWgDjfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  For decades, two heroic statues, one male and one female, faced each other in a city park, until one day an angel came down from heaven.   "You've been such exemplary statues," he announced to them, "I'm going to give you a special gift.  I'm going to bring you both to life for thirty minutes,  in which you can do anything you want."  And with a clap of his hands, the angel brought the statues to life. &lt;br /&gt;
The two approached each other a bit shyly, but soon dashed for the bushes, from which shortly emerged a good deal of giggling, laughter, and shaking of branches.   Fifteen minutes later, the two statues emerged from the bushes, wide grins on their faces. &lt;br /&gt;
"You still have fifteen more minutes," said the angel, winking at them.  Grinning even more widely the female statue turned to the male statue and said, "You want to do it again?" And he replied, "Yes, very much.  But this time lets switch positions. This time you hold the pigeon down and I'll poop on its head."   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-3499726038950117934?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/i3I5yfmBcKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/3499726038950117934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-statutes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/3499726038950117934?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/3499726038950117934?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/i3I5yfmBcKE/two-statutes.html" title="Two Statutes" /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-statutes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NQ3c4fCp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4154257952860244007</id><published>2011-08-06T23:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:21:32.934-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:21:32.934-05:00</app:edited><title>One Sunday a pastor told the congregation...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/255BegfWlTMwBssZkrc3TXoGgLg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/255BegfWlTMwBssZkrc3TXoGgLg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/255BegfWlTMwBssZkrc3TXoGgLg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/255BegfWlTMwBssZkrc3TXoGgLg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Sunday a pastor told the congregation that the  church needed some extra money and asked the people  to prayerfully consider giving a little extra in the  offering plate. He said that whoever gave the most would  be able to pick out three hymns. After the offering plates  were passed, the pastor glanced down and noticed that  someone had placed a $1,000 bill in the offering. He was so excited that he immediately shared his joy with  his congregation and said he'd like to personally thank the  person who placed the money in the plate. A very quiet,  elderly, saintly lady all the way in the back shyly raised  her hand. The pastor asked her to come to the front. Slowly  she made her way to the pastor. He told her how wonderful  it was that she gave so much and in thanksgiving asked her  to pick out three hymns.  Her eyes brightened as she looked  over the congregation, pointed to the three handsomest men  in the building and said, "I'll take him and him and him!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4154257952860244007?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/ai9iSnzPO_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4154257952860244007/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-sunday-pastor-told-congregation.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4154257952860244007?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4154257952860244007?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/ai9iSnzPO_A/one-sunday-pastor-told-congregation.html" title="One Sunday a pastor told the congregation..." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-sunday-pastor-told-congregation.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DRHY9eSp7ImA9WhdRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988013366332628456.post-4546084951773750407</id><published>2011-08-06T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:21:15.861-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-06T23:21:15.861-05:00</app:edited><title>A young boy had just gotten his driving permit....</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etDbtQOT7W-fmc1rZAfvnFG76IU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etDbtQOT7W-fmc1rZAfvnFG76IU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etDbtQOT7W-fmc1rZAfvnFG76IU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/etDbtQOT7W-fmc1rZAfvnFG76IU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young boy had just gotten his driving permit. He asked  his father, who was a minister, if they could discuss the use  of the car. His father took him to his study and said to him,  "I'll make a deal with you. You bring your grades up, study  your Bible a little and get your hair cut and we'll talk  about it." After about a month the boy came back and again  asked his father if they could discuss use of the car. They  again went to the father's study where his father said,  "Son, I've been real proud of you. You have brought your grades up, you've studied your Bible diligently, but you  didn't get your hair cut!"  The young man waited a moment and replied, "You know  Dad, I've been thinking about that. You know, Samson  had long hair, Moses had long hair, Noah had long hair, and even Jesus had long hair...." To which his father  replied, "Yes, and they walked every where they went!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1988013366332628456-4546084951773750407?l=holylaughs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~4/kfE-jvV3FAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/feeds/4546084951773750407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/young-boy-had-just-gotten-his-driving.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4546084951773750407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1988013366332628456/posts/default/4546084951773750407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/HolyLaughs/~3/kfE-jvV3FAM/young-boy-had-just-gotten-his-driving.html" title="A young boy had just gotten his driving permit...." /><author><name>AI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qxATTknRcM/Th0Y1pIhslI/AAAAAAAAAOE/EZlw-jQNBRQ/s220/applications%2B2.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://holylaughs.blogspot.com/2011/08/young-boy-had-just-gotten-his-driving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

