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He stood up in front &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   of the class and said, &amp;quot;Would everyone who thinks he or she is &lt;br /&gt;   stupid please stand up?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="140" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/real_estate_officer_man_presenting_something_md_clr.gif" width="100"&gt;After &lt;br /&gt;   a minute or so of silence, a young man stood up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;quot;Well, good morning. So, you actually think you're a moron?&amp;quot; the &lt;br /&gt;   professor asked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The kid replied, &amp;quot;No sir, I just didn't want to see you standing &lt;br /&gt;   there all by yourself.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113882893588631374?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113882893588631374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113882893588631374" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113882893588631374" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113882893588631374" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/lLmmqVnWRVs/joke-of-day-358.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 358" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2006/02/joke-of-day-358.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113625568659201227</id><published>2006-01-02T16:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:34:46.613-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 357</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:357&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="100" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/retired_man_smoking_pipe_md_clr.gif" width="75"&gt;Walter, &lt;br /&gt;   who is quite elderly is resting peacefully on the front porch or a &lt;br /&gt;   nursing home in the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   country, when he sees a cloud of dust up the road.&lt;img height="74" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/covered_wagon_horses_md_clr.gif" width="138"&gt;He &lt;br /&gt;   watches a farmer approaching, with a wagon.&amp;quot;Good &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   afternoon!&amp;quot; hollers out Walter.&amp;quot;Afternoon.&amp;quot; says the farmer.&amp;quot;Where &lt;br /&gt;   you headed?&amp;quot; asks &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Walter.&amp;quot;Town.&amp;quot; says the farmer.&amp;quot;What do you have in the wagon?&amp;quot; &lt;br /&gt;   Walter continued.&amp;quot;Manure.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Manure, eh? What &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   do you do with it?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;I spread it over my strawberries,&amp;quot; the farmer &lt;br /&gt;   says matter-of-factly.&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   says Walter, &amp;quot;you should come over here for lunch someday. We use &lt;br /&gt;   whipped cream.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113625568659201227?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113625568659201227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113625568659201227" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113625568659201227" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113625568659201227" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/3hToqu_bj44/joke-of-day-357.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 357" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2006/01/joke-of-day-357.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450948269992660</id><published>2005-12-13T11:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:31:22.700-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 356</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:356&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="60" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/roulette_wheel_winner_md_clr.gif" width="80"&gt;It's &lt;br /&gt;   not nice to lieA woman was in a gambling casino for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;   At the roulette she &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   says, &amp;quot;I have no idea what number to play.&amp;quot;A young, good-looking man &lt;br /&gt;   nearby suggests she play her &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   age.Smiling at the man, she puts her money on number 32.The wheel is &lt;br /&gt;   spun, and the number 41 comes &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   up.The smile drifted from the woman's face and she fainted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450948269992660?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450948269992660/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450948269992660" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450948269992660" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450948269992660" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/gMKoilZNO9c/joke-of-day-356.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 356" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-356.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450916561524125</id><published>2005-12-12T11:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:26:05.616-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 355</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:355&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="98" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/couple_on_vacation_sm_clr.gif" width="84"&gt;As &lt;br /&gt;   I was trying to pack for vacation, my 3-year-old daughter was having &lt;br /&gt;   a wonderful time playing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   on the bed. At one point, she said, &amp;quot;Mom, look at this,&amp;quot; and stuck &lt;br /&gt;   out two of her fingers.Trying &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her fingers in my &lt;br /&gt;   mouth and said, &amp;quot;Mommy gonna eat &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   your fingers!&amp;quot; pretending to eat them before I rushed out of the &lt;br /&gt;   room again.When I returned, my &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   daughter was standing on the bed staring at her fingers with a &lt;br /&gt;   devastated look on her face.I said, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;quot;What's wrong honey?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Mommy, where's my booger?&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450916561524125?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450916561524125/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450916561524125" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450916561524125" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450916561524125" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/8GM_JSqsO5s/joke-of-day-355.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 355" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-355.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450909873531882</id><published>2005-12-11T11:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:24:58.736-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 354</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:354&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="98" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/gypsy_woman_walking_sm_clr.gif" width="39"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;   pretty young woman visiting her new doctor for the first time found &lt;br /&gt;   herself alone in a small &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   waiting room. She began undressing nervously, preparing herself for &lt;br /&gt;   the upcoming examination. Just as &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   she draped the last of her garments over the back of a chair, a &lt;br /&gt;   light rap sounded on the door and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a young doctor strode in.Coming to an abrupt halt, the doctor looked &lt;br /&gt;   his nude patient up and down &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   carefully and with considerable appreciation.&amp;quot;Miss Jones,&amp;quot; he said &lt;br /&gt;   finally, &amp;quot;it seems quite &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   obvious to me that until today you have never undergone an eye &lt;br /&gt;   examination.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450909873531882?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450909873531882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450909873531882" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450909873531882" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450909873531882" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/ZYFlNRethGY/joke-of-day-354.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 354" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-354.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450905346252087</id><published>2005-12-10T11:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:24:13.463-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 353</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:353&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="72" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/cage_cong_beating_chest_sm_clr.gif" width="75"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;   guy responds to a job position at the city zoo. The ad mentioned the &lt;br /&gt;   salary but not what he &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   would be doing. Come to find out that the zoo's gorilla had &lt;br /&gt;   unexpectedly passed away.The zoo had just &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   spent millions on promotions which focused on the gorilla and now &lt;br /&gt;   they needed a gorilla. The guy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   really needed the job and the money was good so he accepted.Everyday &lt;br /&gt;   he would put on the gorilla &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   suit, hang out in his cage and be the gorilla. After a while he &lt;br /&gt;   started enjoying himself. He would &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   scare little kids, roar at the crowds, and eat bananas and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;   You know, gorilla things.As time &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   wore on he became the main attraction at the zoo. He would swing on &lt;br /&gt;   his trees and vines, and the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   people loved him.One particularly busy Saturday he was swinging &lt;br /&gt;   around and accidentally swings over &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   his fence and lands in the lions cage. The lion slowly opens his &lt;br /&gt;   eyes and sees the gorilla.The &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   lion begins to stalk. The lion, now drooling and wide awake, slowly &lt;br /&gt;   approaches the gorilla who is &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   backed up against the fence. The lion is ready to jump, then the &lt;br /&gt;   gorilla started yelling, &amp;quot;Help! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Help! I'm not a gorilla. I'm a man! help, help !!&amp;quot;Then the lion &lt;br /&gt;   said, &amp;quot;Shut-up stupid, or we'll both &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   get fired!&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450905346252087?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450905346252087/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450905346252087" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450905346252087" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450905346252087" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/2ViEQLkd9gA/joke-of-day-353.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 353" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-353.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450867062654065</id><published>2005-12-09T11:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:23:12.313-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 352</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:352&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img border="0" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/caveman_gerg_driving_primitive_car_sm_clr.gif" width="88" height="70"&gt;As &lt;br /&gt;   a older man was driving down the freeway, his car phone &lt;br /&gt;   rang.Answering, he heard his wife's &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   voice urgently warning him, &amp;quot;Harold, I just heard on the news that &lt;br /&gt;   there's a car going the wrong way &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   on route 290. Please be careful!&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Hell,&amp;quot; said Harold, &amp;quot;It's not just &lt;br /&gt;   one car. It's hundreds of &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   them !!!&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450867062654065?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450867062654065/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450867062654065" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450867062654065" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450867062654065" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/nWDPb3yKhpc/joke-of-day-352.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 352" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-352.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450863311925375</id><published>2005-12-08T11:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:17:13.120-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 351</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:351&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="100" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/hillbilly_banjo_serenade_md_clr.gif" width="100"&gt;Two &lt;br /&gt;   rednecks, Bubba and Earl, were driving down the road drinking a &lt;br /&gt;   couple of bottles of Bud.The &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   passenger,&lt;img height="70" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/hick_motorcycle_lawnmower_sm_clr.gif" width="81"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   Bubba,said, &amp;quot;Lookey thar up ahead, Earl, it's a po-lice roadblock! &lt;br /&gt;   We're gonna get &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   busted fer drinkin' these here beers!!&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Don't worry, Bubba,&amp;quot; Earl &lt;br /&gt;   said. &amp;quot;We'll just pull over and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   finish drinkin' these beers, peel off the label and stick it on our &lt;br /&gt;   foreheads, and throw the bottles &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   under the seat.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;What fer?&amp;quot; asked Bubba.&amp;quot;Just let me do the talkin', &lt;br /&gt;   OK?&amp;quot; said Earl.Well, they &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   finished their beers, threw the empty bottles under the seat, and &lt;br /&gt;   each put a label on their &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   forehead.When they reached the roadblock, the sheriff said, &amp;quot;You &lt;br /&gt;   boys been drinkin'?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;No sir,&amp;quot; Earl said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;quot;We're on the patch.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450863311925375?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450863311925375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450863311925375" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450863311925375" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450863311925375" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/qChGPPgUGdw/joke-of-day-351.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 351" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-351.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450857893048039</id><published>2005-12-07T11:15:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:16:18.933-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 350</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:350&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="130" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/woodpecker_making_wood_statue_md_clr.gif" width="112"&gt;In &lt;br /&gt;   the back woods of Kentucky, the redneck's wife went into labor in &lt;br /&gt;   the middle of the night, and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery.Since there was &lt;br /&gt;   no electricity, the doctor &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   handed the father-to be a lantern and said, &amp;quot;Here, you hold this &lt;br /&gt;   high so I can see what I'm doing.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. &amp;quot;Whoa there,&amp;quot; said the &lt;br /&gt;   doctor.&amp;quot;Don't be in a rush to &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   put the lantern down...I think there's yet another one to come.&amp;quot;Sure &lt;br /&gt;   enough, within minutes he had &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   delivered a baby girl. &amp;quot;No, no, don't be in a great hurry to be &lt;br /&gt;   putting down that lantern. . . It &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   seems there's yet another one in there!&amp;quot; cried the doctor.The &lt;br /&gt;   Redneck scratched his head in &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   bewilderment, and asked the doctor, &amp;quot;Do you think it's the light &lt;br /&gt;   that's attractin' 'em?&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450857893048039?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450857893048039/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450857893048039" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450857893048039" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450857893048039" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/X56gv1h_Y4k/joke-of-day-350.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 350" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-350.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450854133169187</id><published>2005-12-06T11:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:15:41.333-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 349</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:349&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="140" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/king_waving_md_clr.gif" width="90"&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;   Queen was showing the Archbishop around the Royal Stables when a &lt;br /&gt;   stallion passed gas very &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   loudly.&amp;quot;Oh dear,&amp;quot; said the Queen, &amp;quot;I'm sorry about that.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;That's &lt;br /&gt;   okay&amp;quot; said the Archbishop, &amp;quot;I thought &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it was the horse.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450854133169187?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450854133169187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450854133169187" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450854133169187" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450854133169187" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/UoTvZj9QCK8/joke-of-day-349.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 349" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-349.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450848849322221</id><published>2005-12-05T11:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:14:48.493-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 348</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:348&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="135" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/white_man_teacher_reading_to_class_md_clr.gif" width="90"&gt;Recently &lt;br /&gt;   a teacher, a garbage collector, and a lawyer wound up together at &lt;br /&gt;   the Pearly Gates. St. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Peter informed them that in order to get into Heaven, they would &lt;br /&gt;   each have to answer one &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   question.St. Peter addressed the teacher and asked, &amp;quot;What was the &lt;br /&gt;   name of the ship that crashed into the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   iceberg? They just made a movie about it.&amp;quot; The teacher answered &lt;br /&gt;   quickly, &amp;quot;That would be the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Titanic.&amp;quot; St. Peter let him through the gate.St. Peter turned to the &lt;br /&gt;   garbage man and, figuring Heaven &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   didn't REALLY need all the odors that this guy would bring with him, &lt;br /&gt;   decided to make the question &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   a little harder: &amp;quot;How many people died on the ship?&amp;quot; Fortunately for &lt;br /&gt;   him, the trash man had &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   just seen the movie and answered, &amp;quot;about 1,500.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;That's right! You &lt;br /&gt;   may enter.&amp;quot; St. Peter then turned &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to the lawyer. &amp;quot;Name them.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450848849322221?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450848849322221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450848849322221" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450848849322221" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450848849322221" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/4ni64rkNxGY/joke-of-day-348.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 348" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-348.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450844073242078</id><published>2005-12-04T11:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:14:00.733-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 347</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:347&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="115" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/farmer_cow_milk_md_clr.gif" width="90"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;   man was helping one of his cows give birth, when he noticed his &lt;br /&gt;   4-year-old son standing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   wide-eyed at the fence, soaking in the whole event. The man thought, &lt;br /&gt;   &amp;quot;Great...he's 4 and I'm gonna have &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to start explaining the birds and bees. No need to jump the gun - &lt;br /&gt;   I'll just let him ask, and I'll &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   answer.&amp;quot;After everything was over, the man walked over to his son &lt;br /&gt;   and said, &amp;quot;Well son, do you have &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   any questions?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Just one.&amp;quot; gasped the still wide-eyed lad. &amp;quot;How fast &lt;br /&gt;   was that calf going when he &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   hit that cow?&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450844073242078?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450844073242078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450844073242078" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450844073242078" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450844073242078" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/2hMQe2ua1lI/joke-of-day-347.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 347" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-347.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113450838150800926</id><published>2005-12-03T11:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T11:13:01.530-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 346</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:346&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="80" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/pilot_chasing_plane_md_clr.gif" width="140"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;   plane was taking off from Kennedy Airport. After it reached a &lt;br /&gt;   comfortable cruising altitude, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the captain made an announcement over the intercom, &amp;quot;Ladies and &lt;br /&gt;   gentlemen, this is your captain &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   speaking. Welcome to Flight Number 293, nonstop from New York to Los &lt;br /&gt;   Angeles. The weather ahead is &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   good and therefore we should have a smooth and uneventful flight. &lt;br /&gt;   Now sit back and relax - OH MY &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   GOD!&amp;quot;Silence.Then, the captain came back on the intercom and said, &lt;br /&gt;   &amp;quot;Ladies and Gentlemen, I am so &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   sorry if I scared you earlier, but while I was talking, the &lt;br /&gt;   flight-attendant brought me a cup of &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   coffee and spilled the hot coffee in my lap. You should see the &lt;br /&gt;   front of my pants!&amp;quot;A passenger in &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Coach said, &amp;quot;That's nothing. He should see the back of mine!&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113450838150800926?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113450838150800926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113450838150800926" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450838150800926" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113450838150800926" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/bPWjN_kiILg/joke-of-day-346.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 346" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-346.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355567705678750</id><published>2005-12-02T10:34:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:35:05.720-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 345</title><content type="html">&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Joke Of the Day:345&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img height="91" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/elderly_couple_walking_sm_clr.gif" width="63"&gt;The marriage between the elderly farmer and his young wife was not &lt;br /&gt;  working out too well, so the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  farmer consulted his doctor for advice.“The next time you’re down in the &lt;br /&gt;  field plowing and feel a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  yearning for your wife.” said the doctor, “don’t wait until lunch time &lt;br /&gt;  or the end of the day, but &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  quit what you’re doing and go to the house.” “I tried that,” said the &lt;br /&gt;  farmer, “but by the time I get &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to the house, I am so tuckered out, it’s no use.”The doctor thought for &lt;br /&gt;  a minute, “Take your &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  shotgun with you when you leave the house in the morning and if you feel &lt;br /&gt;  the urge, shoot the gun and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  she will come down there where you are.”A few weeks later the two men &lt;br /&gt;  met on the street.“How did it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  work out?” asked the doctor.“Fine, the first three days,” said the &lt;br /&gt;  farmer, “then the hunting &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  season opened and I haven’t seen her since.”&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355567705678750?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355567705678750/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355567705678750" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355567705678750" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355567705678750" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/diH5G0jEXVY/joke-of-day-345.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 345" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-345.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355553715449937</id><published>2005-12-01T10:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:32:17.156-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 344</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:344&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="98" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/girl_twirl_hula_hoop_sm_clr.gif" width="77"&gt;Six year old Mary and her four year old brother Joey were sitting &lt;br /&gt;   together in church. Joey &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had had &lt;br /&gt;   enough.&amp;quot;You're not supposed to talk &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   out loud in church,&amp;quot; she hissed at Joey.&amp;quot;Why? Who's going to stop &lt;br /&gt;   me?&amp;quot; Joey shot back.Mary pointed &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to the back of the church and said, &amp;quot;See those two men standing by &lt;br /&gt;   the door?&amp;quot; Joey &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   nodded.&amp;quot;They're hushers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355553715449937?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355553715449937/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355553715449937" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355553715449937" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355553715449937" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/YTydfzkHp0s/joke-of-day-344.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 344" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/12/joke-of-day-344.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355545822638111</id><published>2005-11-29T10:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:35:44.930-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 343</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:343&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="95" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/hip_dog_car_gesturing_md_clr.gif" width="130"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;    wealthy playboy met a beautiful young girl in an exclusive &lt;br /&gt;    lounge. He took her up to his lavish &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    apartment where he soon discovered she was not a tramp, but was &lt;br /&gt;    well groomed and apparently very &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    intelligent. Hoping to impress her, he began showing her his &lt;br /&gt;    collection of expensive paintings, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    first editions of famous authors and offered he a glass of &lt;br /&gt;    wine.He asked her if she preferred Port or &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sherry and she said,&amp;quot;Oh Sherry by all means. To me it is the &lt;br /&gt;    nectar of the gods, Just looking at &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    it in a crystal-clear decanter fills me with a glorious sense of &lt;br /&gt;    anticipation. When the stopper &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    is removed and the gorgeous liquid is poured into my glass, I &lt;br /&gt;    inhale the enchanting aroma and I'm &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    lifted on the wings of ecstasy. It seems as though I'm about to &lt;br /&gt;    drink a magic potion and my whole &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    being begins to glow. The sounds of a thousand violins being &lt;br /&gt;    softly played fills my ears and I am &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    transported into another world.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;On the other hand, Port gives &lt;br /&gt;    me gas.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355545822638111?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355545822638111/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355545822638111" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355545822638111" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355545822638111" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/lZFjU_axJEU/joke-of-day-343.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 343" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-343.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355538888559773</id><published>2005-11-28T10:29:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:29:48.886-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 342</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:342&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="98" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/girl_twirl_hula_hoop_sm_clr.gif" width="77"&gt;Six &lt;br /&gt;    year old Mary and her four year old brother Joey were sitting &lt;br /&gt;    together in church. Joey &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    giggled, sang, and talked out loud. Finally, his big sister had &lt;br /&gt;    had enough.&amp;quot;You're not supposed to talk &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    out loud in church,&amp;quot; she hissed at Joey.&amp;quot;Why? Who's going to &lt;br /&gt;    stop me?&amp;quot; Joey shot back.Mary pointed &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    to the back of the church and said, &amp;quot;See those two men standing &lt;br /&gt;    by the door?&amp;quot; Joey &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    nodded.&amp;quot;They're hushers.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355538888559773?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355538888559773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355538888559773" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355538888559773" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355538888559773" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/g_iH50AzKNk/joke-of-day-342.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 342" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-342.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355534566833483</id><published>2005-11-27T10:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:29:05.670-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 341</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:341&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="113" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/blonde_woman_blinking_md_clr.gif" width="130"&gt;Two &lt;br /&gt;    blondes were walking down the street. Just by luck, one of the &lt;br /&gt;    blondes spot's a compact so &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    she goes and picks it up.Looking strangely into it, she says &lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;Hey this person looks familiar!&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Let &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    me see!&amp;quot; the other blonde says as she grabs the compact. &amp;quot;Of &lt;br /&gt;    course it looks familiar, it's me!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355534566833483?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355534566833483/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355534566833483" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355534566833483" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355534566833483" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/JP1wdwvgemg/joke-of-day-341.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 341" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-341.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355529836498287</id><published>2005-11-26T10:27:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:33:48.293-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 340</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:340&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="120" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/judge_jody_listening_to_guy_md_clr.gif" width="150"&gt;Three &lt;br /&gt;    friends die in a car accident and they go to an orientation in &lt;br /&gt;    heaven. They are all asked, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &amp;quot;When you are in your casket and friends and family are mourning &lt;br /&gt;    you, what would you like to hear &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    them say about you?The first guy says, &amp;quot;I would like to hear &lt;br /&gt;    them say that I was a great doctor of &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    my time, and a great family man.&amp;quot;The second guy says, &amp;quot;I would &lt;br /&gt;    like to hear that I was a wonderful &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our &lt;br /&gt;    children of tomorrow.&amp;quot;The last guy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    replies, &amp;quot;I would like to hear them say ... Look, He's Moving!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355529836498287?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355529836498287/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355529836498287" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355529836498287" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355529836498287" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/Re3v6Ns4cTs/joke-of-day-340.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 340" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-340.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355525341711573</id><published>2005-11-25T10:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:27:33.416-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 339</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:339&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="83" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/parasaurus_run_md_clr.gif" width="100"&gt;Hearing &lt;br /&gt;    about a dinosaur alive in the rain forests of South America, a &lt;br /&gt;    professor launches a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    scientific expedition.After several weeks he stumbles upon a &lt;br /&gt;    little man wearing a loincloth, standing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    near a 300-foot-long dead dinosaur.The scientist can't believe &lt;br /&gt;    his eyes. &amp;quot;Did you kill this &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    dinosaur?&amp;quot; he asks.&amp;quot;Yep,&amp;quot; replies the rain-forest native.&amp;quot;But &lt;br /&gt;    it's so big and you're so small! How did you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    kill it?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;With my club,&amp;quot; the primitive fellow answered.&amp;quot;How big &lt;br /&gt;    is your club?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Well, there are &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    about 100 of us.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355525341711573?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355525341711573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355525341711573" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355525341711573" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355525341711573" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/q60ByJHwlro/joke-of-day-339.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 339" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-339.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355520574123473</id><published>2005-11-24T10:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:26:45.743-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 338</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:338&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="83" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/parasaurus_run/parasaurus_run_md_clr.gif" width="100"&gt;Hearing &lt;br /&gt;    about a dinosaur alive in the rain forests of South America, a &lt;br /&gt;    professor launches a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    scientific expedition.After several weeks he stumbles upon a &lt;br /&gt;    little man wearing a loincloth, standing &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    near a 300-foot-long dead dinosaur.The scientist can't believe &lt;br /&gt;    his eyes. &amp;quot;Did you kill this &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    dinosaur?&amp;quot; he asks.&amp;quot;Yep,&amp;quot; replies the rain-forest native.&amp;quot;But &lt;br /&gt;    it's so big and you're so small! How did you &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    kill it?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;With my club,&amp;quot; the primitive fellow answered.&amp;quot;How big &lt;br /&gt;    is your club?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Well, there are &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    about 100 of us.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355520574123473?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355520574123473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355520574123473" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355520574123473" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355520574123473" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/T1BYpQ1icNk/joke-of-day-338.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 338" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-338.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355515483269132</id><published>2005-11-23T10:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:25:54.833-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 337</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:337&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="80" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/driver_cartoon_car_md_clr.gif" width="120"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;    motorist, after being bogged down in a muddy road, paid a &lt;br /&gt;    passing farmer one hundred dollars to &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    pull him out with his tractor.After he was back on dry ground he &lt;br /&gt;    said to the farmer, &amp;quot;At those &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    prices, I should think you would be pulling people out of the &lt;br /&gt;    mud night and day.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;Can't&amp;quot;, replied the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    farmer. &amp;quot;At night I haul water for the hole.&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355515483269132?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355515483269132/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355515483269132" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355515483269132" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355515483269132" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/kqjA0HcXVy8/joke-of-day-337.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 337" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-337.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355510041079486</id><published>2005-11-22T10:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:25:00.413-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 336</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:336&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img height="91" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/pregnant_woman_tan_weighing_herself_sm_clr.gif" width="49"&gt;How &lt;br /&gt;    does Alice like being pregnant?&amp;quot; Bob asked his friend John.&amp;quot;Oh, &lt;br /&gt;    she's not pregnant,&amp;quot; John &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    replied, &amp;quot;she's expecting.&amp;quot;&amp;quot;What's the difference?&amp;quot; Bob &lt;br /&gt;    pressed.&amp;quot;Well, John explained, &amp;quot;She's &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    expecting me to cook dinner, she's expecting me to do the &lt;br /&gt;    housework, she's expecting me to rub her feet . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    . .&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355510041079486?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355510041079486/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355510041079486" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355510041079486" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355510041079486" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/YhgzifvZyi0/joke-of-day-336.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 336" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-336.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113355504671066702</id><published>2005-11-21T10:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:24:06.730-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 335</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:335&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;img height="69" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/oktoberfest_cheers_sm_clr.gif" width="69"&gt;A man walks into a bar and says, &amp;quot;Excuse me, I'd like a pint of &lt;br /&gt;   beer.&amp;quot;The bartender serves the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   drink and says, &amp;quot;That'll be four dollars.&amp;quot; The customer pulls out a &lt;br /&gt;   twenty-dollar bill and hands it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   to the bartender.&amp;quot;Sorry, sir,&amp;quot; the bartender says, &amp;quot;but I can't &lt;br /&gt;   accept that.&amp;quot;The man pulls out a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ten-dollar bill and the bartender rejects his money again. &amp;quot;What's &lt;br /&gt;   going on here?&amp;quot; the man asks. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pointing to a neon sign, the bartender explains, &amp;quot;This is a Singles &lt;br /&gt;   Bar.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113355504671066702?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113355504671066702/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113355504671066702" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355504671066702" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113355504671066702" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/9FZgzd9rMi4/joke-of-day-335.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 335" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-335.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9724769.post-113251037345006436</id><published>2005-11-20T08:12:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:12:53.453-10:00</updated><title type="text">Joke Of the Day: 334</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1" width="400" id="table8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;td&gt;Joke Of the Day:334&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;img height="150" alt="" src="http://victoryas-friendship-poem-archives.com/BLOG/baptism_priest_parents_introduction_md_clr.gif" width="130"&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;      young priest was sent to a very small church in the &lt;br /&gt;      backwoods of Alaska. After a couple of years &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      the Bishop decided to pay the priest a visit to see how &lt;br /&gt;      he was doing.The priest said that it was a &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      really lonely job and that he didn't think that he could &lt;br /&gt;      have made it without his Rosary and two &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      martinis each day.With that the priest asked the Bishop, &lt;br /&gt;      &amp;quot;Would you like to have a martini with &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      me?&amp;quot;The Bishop said, &amp;quot;Yes, that would be nice.&amp;quot;The &lt;br /&gt;      priest turned around and hollered toward the &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      kitchen, &amp;quot;Rosary, would you fix us two martinis please?&amp;quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9724769-113251037345006436?l=humor-poem.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/feeds/113251037345006436/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9724769&amp;postID=113251037345006436" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113251037345006436" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9724769/posts/default/113251037345006436" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Humor-poem/~3/IFULx4eMu8k/joke-of-day-334.html" title="Joke Of the Day: 334" /><author><name>Victorya Casanova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677373340580320773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="02902278205828266653" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://humor-poem.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-of-day-334.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
