<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445917795017644689</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2015 11:55:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Jokes</category><category>Funny</category><category>lol</category><category>Hilarious</category><category>lmao</category><category>ROTFL</category><category>humorous</category><category>Blonde</category><category>Crazy</category><category>laugh</category><category>amusing</category><category>fishy</category><category>innocent</category><category>insane</category><category>Blond</category><category>MixedBag</category><category>Pick</category><category>Retard</category><category>Up</category><category>great</category><category>hot</category><category>lines</category><category>sexy</category><category>Animal</category><category>Answer</category><category>Bizarre</category><category>Cartoon</category><category>Drawing</category><category>Evolution</category><category>Flight</category><category>Follow</category><category>Golden</category><category>Human</category><category>Intelligence</category><category>Laws</category><category>Mixed</category><category>MnM</category><category>Nugget</category><category>Osama</category><category>Picture</category><category>Question</category><category>bend</category><category>blind</category><category>boy</category><category>calls</category><category>camel</category><category>dark</category><category>depression</category><category>employee</category><category>gorilla</category><category>husband</category><category>irony</category><category>message</category><category>name</category><category>phenomenon</category><category>phone</category><category>pizza</category><category>police</category><category>prank</category><category>prozac</category><category>random</category><category>roll</category><category>secret</category><category>telephone</category><category>video</category><category>well</category><category>wife</category><title>Insane Jokes</title><description>where there is a thin line between jokes and sanity</description><link>http://insanejokes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (U.D.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445917795017644689.post-3589228893019175646</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T20:18:56.419-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blonde</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">phenomenon</category><title>The Blonde Phenomena</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A blonde says to a brunette, &#39;&#39;Excuse me, but each time I sip my coffee, my eye seems to hurt.&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brunette says, &#39;&#39;Well maybe you should take the spoon out of your cup.&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e40vNes-xBU/RxlEIq0qTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p8w-i8-N-dc/s400/divider.gif&quot; border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was examining a young blonde model who was having a terrible pain in her abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My dear, you have acute appendicitis,&quot; the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman became quite angry and said, &quot;Don&#39;t try hitting on me doctor, I just want to be examined, not complimented.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e40vNes-xBU/RxlEIq0qTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p8w-i8-N-dc/s400/divider.gif&quot; border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a blonde named Sally was putting together a puzzle. She was really stumped and very frustrated, so she decided to ask her husband for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&#39;s supposed to be a tiger!&quot; Sally cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Honey,&quot; said Dan, &quot;Put the Frosted Flakes back in the box!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e40vNes-xBU/RxlEIq0qTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p8w-i8-N-dc/s400/divider.gif&quot; border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two blondes were going to Disneyland when they came to a fork in the road. The sign read: &quot;Disneyland Left.&quot; So they went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e40vNes-xBU/RxlEIq0qTEI/AAAAAAAAAeM/p8w-i8-N-dc/s400/divider.gif&quot; border=0&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde walks down the street and sees a banana peel a hundred yards ahead, and she sighs. &quot;Here we go again.&quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://insanejokes.blogspot.com/2007/09/bizarre-real-life-animal-laws.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (U.D.)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445917795017644689.post-3177897192464231245</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 06:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-26T10:15:05.247-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Golden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nugget</category><title>A Golden Nugget</title><description>In a South American mining district Mrs. Brown presented her husband with a 12 pound baby boy. Mr. Brown was so delighted that he went to the News office and told that he had found a 12 pound nugget of gold as good as any to be found in South America. The paper, naturally, sent a reporter to get particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Does Mr. Brown live here?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - He does.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Is he in?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown -No he isn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - I understand he found a nugget of gold weighing 12 pounds?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - (Seeing the joke) Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Can you show me the exact location where it was found?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - I&#39;m afraid Mr. Brown would object as it is private.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Is the hole far from here?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - No, it is quite handy.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Has Mr. Brown been working the claim long?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - Almost ten months.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Was Mr. Brown the first to work it?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - He thought he was.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Was the work difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - It was at first but easier after the shaft opened.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Is the water plentiful?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - Yes, sufficient to carry on the work.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Has he gotten to the bottom yet?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - No, but quite near it.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Do you think there are any more nuggets?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - Yes, if the claim is properly worked.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Has he worked it since he found the nugget?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - No, but I told him it was time to start.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Do you help him?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - I do my level best.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - do you think he will sell the claim?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - No, he finds too much pleasure in working it himself.&lt;br /&gt;Reporter - Can I see the nugget?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Brown - Certainly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the baby in for inspection.&lt;br /&gt;The embarrassed reporter was nowhere to be seen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://answers.yahoo.com/my/profile;_ylt=AihszP6uEZm9dBJMDJcyd0_sy6IX;_ylv=3?show=qBj5HCtNaa&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Dagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt; on Yahoo! Answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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The painter arrived, and the woman brought him into the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What color would you like this room painted?&quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Green,&quot; the woman replied. The painter nodded and wrote something down on his notepad. Then he went over to the nearest open window and yelled out, &quot;Green side up!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought this was odd but continued on to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What color would you like this room painted?&quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yellow,&quot; the woman replied. Again, the man nodded, wrote something down on his notepad, and went over to the nearest open window. &quot;Green side up!&quot; he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was puzzled, but figured that he was a professional, so she shouldn&#39;t question him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole tour continued like this; the woman becoming more &amp; more suspicious each room they went through that the painter leaned out the open window and yelled, &quot;Green side up!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they were finished and the woman couldn&#39;t stand it any longer. She asked the painter, &quot; Why did you yell &#39;Green side up&#39; out the window every time I told you what color I wanted the rooms painted? I don&#39;t want every room painted green!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter laughed. &quot;I know. I wrote down the colors you wanted your rooms to be painted. But I had to keep yelling &#39;Green side up&#39; out the windows because I have a crew of blondes across the street laying sods of grass.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Space Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Russian, an American, and a blonde were talking one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian said, &quot;We were the first in space!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American said, &quot;We were the first on the moon!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde said, &quot;So what? We&#39;re going to be the first on the sun!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian and the American looked at each other and shook their heads. &quot;You can&#39;t land on the sun, you idiot! You&#39;ll burn up!&quot; said the Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde replied, &quot;We&#39;re not stupid, you know. We&#39;re going at night!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Blonde School Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl came skipping home from school one day.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mummy, Mummy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, Mummy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, dear, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day the girl came skipping home from school again.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mummy, Mummy,&quot; She yelled, &quot;we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? a, b, c, d, e, f, g!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, Mummy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, dear, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the girl came skipping home from school once again.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mummy, Mummy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!&quot; And she lifted her tank top to reveal a fine pair of 36C breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her somewhat embarrassed mother.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, mummy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, dear, it&#39;s because you&#39;re 25.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Question&lt;/span&gt;: A smart blond, Santa and a pregnant woman are on an elevator. 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You released me from the lamp, blah, blah, blah. This is the 4th time this month and I&#39;m getting a little sick of these wishes so you can forget about three. You only get one wish! The man sat and thought about it for a while and said, &quot;I&#39;ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, but I&#39;m scared to fly and I get very seasick. Could you build me a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over there to visit?&quot; The genie laughed and said, &quot;That&#39;s impossible. think of the logistics of that! How would the supports ever reach the bottom of the Pacific? Think of how much concrete . . how much steel!! No, think of another wish!&quot; The man said OK and tried to think of a really good wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he said, &quot;I&#39;ve been married and divorced four times. My wives always said that I don&#39;t care and that I&#39;m insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Additional Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;So, I wish that I could understand women . . . know how they feel inside and what they&#39;re thinking when they give me the silent treatment . . .know why they&#39;re crying, know what they really want when they say, &#39;nothing&#39; . . . know how to make them truly happy . . .&quot; The genie said, &quot;You want that bridge with two lanes or four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;My Good Deed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy arrives at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted. St. Peter is reading through the Big Book to see if the guy&#39;s name is written in it. After several minutes, St. Peter closes the book, furrows his brow, and says, &quot;I&#39;m sorry, I don&#39;t see your name written in the Book.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How current is your copy?&quot; he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I get a download every ten minutes.&quot; St. Peter replies, &quot;Why do you ask?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m embarrassed to admit it, but I was always the stubborn type. It was not until my death was imminent that I cried out to God, so my name probably hasn&#39;t arrived to your copy yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m glad to hear that, &quot;Pete says, &quot;but while we&#39;re waiting for the update to come through, can you tell me about a really good deed that you did in your life?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys thinks for a moment and says, &quot;Hmmm, well there was this one time when I was driving down a road and I saw a group of biker gang members harassing this poor girl. I slowed down, and sure enough, there they were, about 20 of them harassing this poor woman. Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked up to the leader of the gang. He was a huge guy; 6-foot-4, 260 pounds, with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ears. As I walked up to the leader, the bikers formed a circle around me and told me to get lost or I&#39;d be next.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;So I ripped the leader&#39;s chain out of his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, &#39;Leave this poor innocent girl alone! You&#39;re all a bunch of SICK, deranged animals! Go home before I really teach you a lesson in PAIN!&#39;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter, duly impressed, says &quot;Wow! When did this happen&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;About three minutes ago.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;How Do You Clean Stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minister was asked to dinner by one of his parishioners, who he knew was an unkempt housekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;When he sat down at the table, he noticed that the dishes were the dirtiest that he had ever seen in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Were these dishes ever washed?&quot; he asked his hostess, running his fingers over the grit and grime.&lt;br /&gt;She replied, &quot;They&#39;re as clean as soap and water could get them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;He felt a bit apprehensive, but blessed the food anyway and started eating. It was really delicious and he said so, despite the dirty dishes.&lt;br /&gt;When dinner was over, the hostess took the dishes outside and yelled, to her dogs &quot;Here Soap! Here Water!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Wife&#39;s Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his wife, &quot;What would you most like for your birthday?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, &quot;I&#39;d love to be ten again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of her birthday, he got her up bright and early and they went to a theme park. He put her on every ride in the park - the Death Slide, The Screaming Loop, the Wall of Fear. 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The boy greets him by saying, &quot;I know the whole truth.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mailman immediately drops the mail, opens his arms, and says, &quot;Then come give your real father a big hug.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round the Bend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is speeding down a narrow mountain road, when a woman comes hurtling round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swerves to avoid her, but as she passes, she leans out of the window and screams, &quot;PIG!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished the man turns and yells back, &quot;B*TCH!&quot; as he reaches the bend and crashes into a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Rolling Into Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 30 years, Johnson had arrived at work at 9am on the dot. 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The lady behind me is a 300-pound professional wrestler and she is a blonde. The bartender is blonde. The woman sitting over to your left is also blonde. Still wanna tell that blonde joke?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man is silent for a moment and then says, &quot;Nah, I wouldn&#39;t want to have to explain it five times.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Blind Man&#39;s Visit to Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a blind man who decided to visit Texas. When he arrived on the plane, he felt the seats and said, &quot;Wow, these seats are big!&quot; The person next to him answered, &quot;Everything is big in Texas.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally arrived in Texas, he decided to visit a bar. Upon arriving in the bar, he ordered a beer and got a mug placed between his hands. He exclaimed, &quot;Wow these mugs are big!&quot; The bartender replied, &quot;Everything is big in Texas.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of beers, the blind man asked the bartender where the bathroom was located. The bartender replied, &quot;Second door to the right.&quot; The blind man headed for the bathroom, but accidentally tripped over and skipped the second door. Instead, he entered the third door, which lead to the swimming pool and fell into the pool by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death, the blind man started shouting, &quot;Please Don&#39;t flush, don&#39;t flush!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nun in the convent walked into the bathroom where mother superior was taking a shower. &quot;There is a blind man to see you,&quot; she says. &quot;Well, if he is a blind man, then it doesn&#39;t matter if I&#39;m in the shower. You can send him in.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind man walks into the bathroom, and mother superior starts to tell him how much she appreciates him working at the convent for them. She goes on and on and 10 minutes later the man interrupts: &quot;That&#39;s nice and all, ma&#39;am, but you can put your clothes on now. Where do you want me to put these blinds?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind, lingerie makes great braille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was talking to my friend, and he said, &quot;Yep, I&#39;m color blind to one color.&quot; Then I asked him what color was he color blind to, and he said, &quot;I don&#39;t know. I haven&#39;t seen it yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Blind At The Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man goes to a bar with his dog. He goes up to the bar and asks for a drink. The bartender says &quot;You can&#39;t bring that dog in here!&quot; The guy, without missing a beat, says &quot;This is my seeing-eye dog.&quot; &quot;Oh man, &quot; the bartender says, &quot;I&#39;m sorry, here, the first one&#39;s on me.&quot; The man takes his drink and goes to a table near the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy walks in the bar with a Chihuahua. The first guys sees him, stops him and says &quot;You can&#39;t bring that dog in here unless you tell him it&#39;s a seeing-eye dog.&quot; The second man graciously thanks the first man and continues to the bar. He asks for a drink. The bartender says &quot;Hey, you can&#39;t bring that dog in here!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man replies &quot;This is my seeing-eye dog.&quot; The bartender says, &quot;No, I don&#39;t think so. They do not have Chiwauas as seeing-eye dogs.&quot; The man pauses for a half-second and replies &quot;What?!?! They gave me a Chihuahua?!?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Christmas Celebration of a Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas a blind man and his family were all in the living room opening presents. The next one came from his son which was a brand new cheese grater. 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The announcer was telling blonde joke after blonde joke until the blonde was so mad that she turned her radio off. A mile down the road, she saw another blonde out on a dry corn field rowing a boat. The blonde stopped her car jumped out and yelled, &quot;It&#39;s blondes like you that give us all a bad name. If I could swim I&#39;d come out there and give you what&#39;s coming to you!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde girl buys a bath but takes it back to the shop the next day complaining that all the water keeps running out.&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper asks her if she bought a plug for it, to which she replies &#39; Oh you might have told me it was electric!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blonde who found herself sitting next to a Lawyer on an airplane. The lawyer just kept bugging the blonde wanting her to play a game of intelligence. Finally, the lawyer offered her 10 to 1 odds, and said every time the blonde could not answer one of his questions, she owed him $5.00, but every time he could not answer hers, he&#39;d give her $50.00. The lawyer figured he could not lose, and the blonde reluctantly accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer first asked, &quot;What is the distance between the Earth and the nearest star?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word the blonde handed him $5.00. then the blonde asked, &quot;What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes back down the hill with 4 legs?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the lawyer looked puzzled. He took several hours, looking up everything he could on his laptop and even placing numerous air-to-ground phone calls trying to find the answer. Finally, angry and frustrated, he gave up and paid the blonde $50.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde put the $50 into her purse without comment, but the lawyer insisted, &quot;What is the answer to your question?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, the blonde handed him $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde had just gotten a new sports car and was out for a drive when she cut off a truck driver. He motioned for her to pull over. When she did, he got out of his truck and pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. He drew a circle on the road and told the blonde to stand in the circle and not move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went to her car and cut up her leather seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he turned around she had a slight grin on her face, so he said, &quot;Oh, you think that&#39;s funny? Watch this.&quot; He gets a baseball bat out of his truck and breaks every window in her car. When he turns and looks at her she has a smile on her face. He is getting really mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets his knife back out and slices all her tires. Now she&#39;s laughing. The truck driver is really starting to lose it. He goes back to his truck and gets a can of gas, pours it on her car and sets it on fire. He turns around and she is laughing so hard she is about to fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&#39;s so funny?&quot; The truck driver asked the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, &quot;When you weren&#39;t looking, I stepped outside the circle 4 times.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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He was so depressed that he decided to end it all and kill himself.&lt;br /&gt;He went to the medicine cabinet, pulled out a bottle and began to swallow a handful of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.prozac.com/index.jsp&quot;&gt;Prozac pills&lt;/a&gt; he found there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first few he felt a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Honeymoon Couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride and groom in the hotel suite. Groom removes his shoes and socks to reveal minging toes.&quot;OOh&quot; says the bride &quot;wot happened to your toes? Their all bent and odd&quot; Groom repies&quot;As a child I had TOELIO&quot; &quot;You mean polio?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No TOELIO.Its a disease that only affects the toes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;The groom proceeds to remove his trousers&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Goodness&quot; says the bride.&quot;Wot happened to your knees? Their all deformed and lumpy&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As a child I had KNEASLES&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You mean measles?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No a rare illness which only affects the knees&quot;The groom replies.&lt;br /&gt;The groom removes his boxers,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dont tell me&quot; says the bride &quot;SMALLCOX&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;For Your Calamity!!!!!!!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Bra Sizes!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very flat-chested woman finally decided she needed a bra and set out to the mall in search of one in her size. She entered an upscale department store and approached the saleslady in lingerie, &quot;Do you have a size 28AAAA bra?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk haughtily replied in the negative, so she left the store and proceeded to another department store where she is rebuffed in much the same manner. After a third try at another department store in the mall, she had become disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the mall, she drove to K-Mart. Marching up to the sales clerk, she unbuttoned and threw open her blouse, yelling, &quot;Do you have anything for this?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady looked closely at her and replied, &quot;Have you tried &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clearasil&quot;&gt;Clearasil&lt;/a&gt;?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;*Spark*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was sitting at a bar enjoying an after-work cocktail with her girlfriends when an exceptionally tall, handsome, extremely sexy, young man entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so striking that the woman could not take her eyes away from him. The young man noticed her overly attentive stare and walked directly toward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could offer her apologies for being so rude for staring, the young man said to her, &quot;I&#39;ll do anything, absolutely anything, that you want me to do, no matter how kinky, for $100, on one condition.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flabbergasted, the woman asked what the condition was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, &quot;You have to tell me what you want me to do in just three words.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman considered his proposition for a moment, withdrew from her purse and slowly counted out five $20 bills, which she gladly pressed into the young man&#39;s hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked deeply into his eyes and slowly and meaningfully said: &quot;Clean…. My…. House.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;What&#39;s Your Name?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager of a large office noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office. &quot;What&#39;s your name?&quot; he asked the new man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;John,&quot; the new man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager scowled, &quot;Look... I don&#39;t know what kind of a namby-pamby place you worked before, but I don&#39;t call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only ... Smith, Jones, Baker ... That&#39;s all. I am to be referred to only as Mr. Robertson. Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new man sighed, &quot;Darling. My name is John Darling.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Long Pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay, John, the next thing I want to tell you is . . . &quot;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;!--
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