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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDQXw8eCp7ImA9WhRWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084</id><updated>2012-01-04T14:34:30.270-08:00</updated><category term="Papa" /><category term="Trabajo" /><category term="Novios" /><category term="Cura" /><category term="Infidelidad" /><category term="Informatica" /><category term="Loro" /><category term="Gallego" /><category term="Mexicano" /><category term="Indio" /><category term="Contador" /><category term="Jaimito" /><category term="vecinos" /><category term="Medico" /><category term="Secretaria" /><category term="Navidad" /><category term="Jefes" /><category term="Marido" /><category term="Pepito" /><category term="Borracho" /><category term="Suegra" /><category term="Politico" /><category term="Animales" /><category term="Ladron" /><category term="Otros" /><category term="Policia" /><category term="Abogado" /><category term="Videos de Chistes" /><category term="Militar" /><category term="Locos" /><category term="Chiste Abogado" /><category term="Avion" /><category term="Religion" /><title>Los Mejores Chistes, Humor y Videos con alegria</title><subtitle type="html">Entra tu mejor chiste en los comentearios, Guarda esta pagina para reir todos los dias.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>291</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria" /><feedburner:info uri="losmejoreschisteshumoryvideosconalegria" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMDQXwzfCp7ImA9WhRWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-1220868283090121932</id><published>2012-01-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:34:30.284-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T14:34:30.284-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Navidad" /><title /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuhrEUG8YyjUfBMgXIAUns_ZF2w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuhrEUG8YyjUfBMgXIAUns_ZF2w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuhrEUG8YyjUfBMgXIAUns_ZF2w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NuhrEUG8YyjUfBMgXIAUns_ZF2w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Llaman a la puerta de una casa, sale el niño a abrir y su madre le pregunta quien es. Y el niño contesta:&lt;br /&gt;- Papá Noel Y su madre.&lt;br /&gt;- Pues si no es papa no le abras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-1220868283090121932?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/tWyoJn7B3E8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1220868283090121932/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=1220868283090121932" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1220868283090121932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1220868283090121932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/tWyoJn7B3E8/llaman-la-puerta-de-una-casa-sale-el.html" title="" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2012/01/llaman-la-puerta-de-una-casa-sale-el.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMRXc-fCp7ImA9WhRWF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-3619723966111925421</id><published>2012-01-04T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:28:04.954-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T14:28:04.954-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Navidad" /><title>Papá no es Hijo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gZBQtGSfzspa8akX_mptmd6MMPE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gZBQtGSfzspa8akX_mptmd6MMPE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gZBQtGSfzspa8akX_mptmd6MMPE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gZBQtGSfzspa8akX_mptmd6MMPE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ale le cuenta a su mamá , vi a Papá Noé, y la mamá le contesta , papá no es hijo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-3619723966111925421?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/Xuy5c_yp8fY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3619723966111925421?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3619723966111925421?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/Xuy5c_yp8fY/papa-no-es-hijo.html" title="Papá no es Hijo" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2012/01/papa-no-es-hijo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIBR3w7eip7ImA9Wx9aGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-8179700161459063016</id><published>2011-03-12T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:49:16.202-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T13:49:16.202-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Militar" /><title /><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3y3b25PjcfOZ8YPjGu-GvKs6ac/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3y3b25PjcfOZ8YPjGu-GvKs6ac/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3y3b25PjcfOZ8YPjGu-GvKs6ac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n3y3b25PjcfOZ8YPjGu-GvKs6ac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Llama el general al sargento por teléfono en la madrugada y contesta un soldado: &lt;br /&gt;¡SI!, dice el soldado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deme al sargento y apúrese.&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento señor, el sargento está durmiendo y no quiere que lo molesten, llame mañana.&lt;br /&gt;¡Mira incompetente, pásame al sargento ahora mismo!, le contesta el general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es usted tonto o qué?, le dije que el sargento está durmiendo y no quiere que lo molesten, llame mañana, le grita el soldado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señor, ¿Usted sabe quien soy yo?, le grita el general.&lt;br /&gt;No sé y no me interesa, le grita el soldado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Yo soy tu general!, le grita el general.&lt;br /&gt;¡sssiiiiiiiiiimmmmmm! ¿Y usted sabe, quién soy yo?, le pregunta el soldado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡No!, le responde el general.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ah, que bueno!, y le cuelga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-8179700161459063016?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/d5xAGiwP3VM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8179700161459063016/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=8179700161459063016" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8179700161459063016?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8179700161459063016?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/d5xAGiwP3VM/llama-el-general-al-sargento-por.html" title="" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2011/03/llama-el-general-al-sargento-por.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFSX05eip7ImA9Wx9aGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-16413042921776717</id><published>2011-03-12T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:40:18.322-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T13:40:18.322-08:00</app:edited><title>El reporte</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nTkbK8DvHy5ooEhg5hki9HsN9E/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nTkbK8DvHy5ooEhg5hki9HsN9E/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nTkbK8DvHy5ooEhg5hki9HsN9E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_nTkbK8DvHy5ooEhg5hki9HsN9E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Un jefe de una empresa le dice a su secretaria...&lt;br /&gt;¿Tiene el reporte que le pedí?&lt;br /&gt;Y la secretaria dice..&lt;br /&gt;Sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El jefe toma el papel, lo mira y dice:&lt;br /&gt;Muy bien, ahora solo tuvo 20 errores, ahora hay que ver el segundo renglón...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-16413042921776717?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/V8UMLUGAu9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/16413042921776717/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=16413042921776717" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/16413042921776717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/16413042921776717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/V8UMLUGAu9U/el-reporte.html" title="El reporte" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2011/03/el-reporte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IFRn86cCp7ImA9Wx9aGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-7735850027511768251</id><published>2011-03-12T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T13:31:57.118-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T13:31:57.118-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Secretaria" /><title>LLamadas para el jefe</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dN0QpfX_OZAvAtl3FWOCvHqLS4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dN0QpfX_OZAvAtl3FWOCvHqLS4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dN0QpfX_OZAvAtl3FWOCvHqLS4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0dN0QpfX_OZAvAtl3FWOCvHqLS4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El jefe, enfadado le dice a la secretaria:&lt;br /&gt;-¿Es que no oye el teléfono señorita? ¿Por qué no contesta?&lt;br /&gt;-¿Para qué, si todas las llamadas son para usted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-7735850027511768251?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/Use5DPUG6aw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7735850027511768251/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=7735850027511768251" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7735850027511768251?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7735850027511768251?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/Use5DPUG6aw/llamadas-para-el-jefe.html" title="LLamadas para el jefe" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2011/03/llamadas-para-el-jefe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGQ307eCp7ImA9WxNSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-8578317076232743380</id><published>2009-09-02T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:15:22.300-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T13:15:22.300-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Locos" /><title>El director de un Hospital</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lkI7CZQwRr2XGeHoViDjOP46DnI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lkI7CZQwRr2XGeHoViDjOP46DnI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lkI7CZQwRr2XGeHoViDjOP46DnI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lkI7CZQwRr2XGeHoViDjOP46DnI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El director de un Hospital psiquiátrico estaba alarmado porque los internos no querían salir de la piscina... Mientras pensaba en la forma de hacerlos salir, otro loco se le acerca y le dice:&lt;br /&gt;-¿Si consigo que salgan me dejará en libertad?&lt;br /&gt;El director respondió afirmativamente ya que estaba desesperado.&lt;br /&gt;El loco tomó una manguera, abrió el grifo y gritó a los locos de la piscina:&lt;br /&gt;-Escuchen todos atentamente: Si no salen  inmediatamente de la piscina los voy a mojar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-8578317076232743380?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/4-1f-tjhfn0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8578317076232743380/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=8578317076232743380" title="2 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8578317076232743380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8578317076232743380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/4-1f-tjhfn0/el-director-de-un-hospital.html" title="El director de un Hospital" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-director-de-un-hospital.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFRHg4eip7ImA9WxNSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-4449009458930739393</id><published>2009-09-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:11:55.632-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T13:11:55.632-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suegra" /><title>Ya se va</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mSYIhXZbmCwwTz0hRZ43B7xuC2A/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mSYIhXZbmCwwTz0hRZ43B7xuC2A/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mSYIhXZbmCwwTz0hRZ43B7xuC2A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mSYIhXZbmCwwTz0hRZ43B7xuC2A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;El yerno saluda meloso a su suegra:&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenida a casa, querida mamá,&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuanto tiempo va a quedarse con nosotros?&lt;br /&gt;No tengo prisa, cuando os canséis de mí&lt;br /&gt;¡Ah!, pero como?, ¿ya se va?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-4449009458930739393?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/qCaNQA9I-7M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4449009458930739393/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=4449009458930739393" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4449009458930739393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4449009458930739393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/qCaNQA9I-7M/ya-se-va.html" title="Ya se va" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya-se-va.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYHRnoyeyp7ImA9WxNSGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-7291939092329737342</id><published>2009-09-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:08:57.493-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-02T13:08:57.493-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marido" /><title>Tu vista está cerca de la perfección</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nArCOMie_A-0Z5IzBiFvknzI-XE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nArCOMie_A-0Z5IzBiFvknzI-XE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nArCOMie_A-0Z5IzBiFvknzI-XE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nArCOMie_A-0Z5IzBiFvknzI-XE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;La mujer está desnuda, mirándose en el espejo de la habitación.&lt;br /&gt;No está feliz con lo que ve y dice al marido:&lt;br /&gt;"Me siento horrible; parezco vieja, gorda y fea. Realmente preciso de un elogio tuyo"&lt;br /&gt;El marido responde: "Tu vista está cerca de la perfección".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-7291939092329737342?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/aZNRDXS-om8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7291939092329737342/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=7291939092329737342" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7291939092329737342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7291939092329737342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/aZNRDXS-om8/tu-vista-esta-cerca-de-la-perfeccion.html" title="Tu vista está cerca de la perfección" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu-vista-esta-cerca-de-la-perfeccion.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYMQHoyfCp7ImA9WxNTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-2141724014375065882</id><published>2009-08-21T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:43:01.494-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T16:43:01.494-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Medico" /><title>El pelo se me esta cayendo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sMsPEYqzvwL2_IFI7lpPZgsjdPY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sMsPEYqzvwL2_IFI7lpPZgsjdPY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sMsPEYqzvwL2_IFI7lpPZgsjdPY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sMsPEYqzvwL2_IFI7lpPZgsjdPY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Doctor, doctor, el pelo se me esta cayendo, me puede dar algo para &lt;br /&gt;conservarlo ? &lt;br /&gt;Si, claro, aquí tiene una caja de zapatos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-2141724014375065882?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/r6gpcWAl7pY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/2141724014375065882/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=2141724014375065882" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/2141724014375065882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/2141724014375065882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/r6gpcWAl7pY/el-pelo-se-me-esta-cayendo.html" title="El pelo se me esta cayendo" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-pelo-se-me-esta-cayendo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcBSX0_eCp7ImA9WxNTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-1624139405106814567</id><published>2009-08-21T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:40:58.340-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T16:40:58.340-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Medico" /><title>Un Perro con el dedo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY5wA8qtKK2KNbo5qJbE4Br04KA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY5wA8qtKK2KNbo5qJbE4Br04KA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY5wA8qtKK2KNbo5qJbE4Br04KA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HY5wA8qtKK2KNbo5qJbE4Br04KA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Doctor, docto, que me ha mordido un perro en el dedo! &lt;br /&gt; Y lo ha desinfectado? &lt;br /&gt; Pues no, ha salido corriendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-1624139405106814567?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/k5ue687S9KY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1624139405106814567/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=1624139405106814567" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1624139405106814567?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1624139405106814567?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/k5ue687S9KY/un-perro-con-el-dedo.html" title="Un Perro con el dedo" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-perro-con-el-dedo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NRHg4fip7ImA9WxNTGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-3591309005350595439</id><published>2009-08-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:38:15.636-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T16:38:15.636-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Medico" /><title>Alcoholico cronico</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yva2PWbWSxjNxPICozmPY2pzSgQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yva2PWbWSxjNxPICozmPY2pzSgQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yva2PWbWSxjNxPICozmPY2pzSgQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Yva2PWbWSxjNxPICozmPY2pzSgQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tras examinar a un paciente que es un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alcohólico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;crónico&lt;/span&gt;, el medico&lt;br /&gt;le dice :&lt;br /&gt;No encuentro la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt; de sus dolores de estomago, pero&lt;br /&gt;francamente, creo que esto se debe a la bebida.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, entonces &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;volveré&lt;/span&gt; cuando usted este sobrio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-3591309005350595439?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/K6Jaz0srdWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3591309005350595439/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=3591309005350595439" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3591309005350595439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3591309005350595439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/K6Jaz0srdWw/alcoholico-cronico.html" title="Alcoholico cronico" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/alcoholico-cronico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHSXg7eyp7ImA9WxJVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-4019534215392157266</id><published>2009-07-03T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:20:38.603-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T18:20:38.603-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallego" /><title>Chiste del Gallego en un auto</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xA6QM0KrFvaS4kQXw4WmlqTb1ps/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xA6QM0KrFvaS4kQXw4WmlqTb1ps/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xA6QM0KrFvaS4kQXw4WmlqTb1ps/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xA6QM0KrFvaS4kQXw4WmlqTb1ps/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Va un gallego conduciendo por Londres y prende la radio, cuando&lt;br /&gt;estaban dando las noticias, y escucha: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atención, atención, se le comunica a los automovilistas que hay&lt;br /&gt;un loco manejando en sentido contrario al transito! Tengan cuidado! &lt;br /&gt;Y el gallego dice: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como que uno, hay miles.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-4019534215392157266?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/cWD7VhLnWeo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4019534215392157266/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=4019534215392157266" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4019534215392157266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4019534215392157266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/cWD7VhLnWeo/chiste-del-gallego-en-un-auto.html" title="Chiste del Gallego en un auto" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/chiste-del-gallego-en-un-auto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcMSH07eip7ImA9WxJVFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-4416170377479806667</id><published>2009-07-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:14:49.302-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-03T18:14:49.302-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gallego" /><title>Chiste, Cual es el dia del Gallego</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qK-mpGaKO5UkN6r-zac-Uz7vZx4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qK-mpGaKO5UkN6r-zac-Uz7vZx4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qK-mpGaKO5UkN6r-zac-Uz7vZx4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qK-mpGaKO5UkN6r-zac-Uz7vZx4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- Cual es el dia del Gallego ? &lt;br /&gt;- El dia menos pensado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-4416170377479806667?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/ExOnFDsZS-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4416170377479806667/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=4416170377479806667" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4416170377479806667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4416170377479806667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/ExOnFDsZS-Y/chiste-cual-es-el-dia-del-gallego.html" title="Chiste, Cual es el dia del Gallego" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/chiste-cual-es-el-dia-del-gallego.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGQXo5cCp7ImA9WxJXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-3714348793359487266</id><published>2009-06-11T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:47:00.428-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T20:47:00.428-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marido" /><title>Fugada con mi mejor amigo</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gyw1SJ2g097ZBrgAV6UIgXV6ktc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gyw1SJ2g097ZBrgAV6UIgXV6ktc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gyw1SJ2g097ZBrgAV6UIgXV6ktc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gyw1SJ2g097ZBrgAV6UIgXV6ktc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mi mujer se ha fugado con mi mejor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Y como lo sabes?&lt;br /&gt;Desde que se ha fugado alguien con ella, es mi mejor amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-3714348793359487266?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/ZmOgWyGxvLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3714348793359487266/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=3714348793359487266" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3714348793359487266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3714348793359487266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/ZmOgWyGxvLc/fugada-con-mi-mejor-amigo.html" title="Fugada con mi mejor amigo" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/fugada-con-mi-mejor-amigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYER3g7eip7ImA9WxJXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-1959023040387897359</id><published>2009-06-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:41:46.602-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-11T20:41:46.602-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marido" /><title>Perder peso en una noche</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8RGxe-UBu_vL6Ps1m4YRoz7beIY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8RGxe-UBu_vL6Ps1m4YRoz7beIY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8RGxe-UBu_vL6Ps1m4YRoz7beIY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8RGxe-UBu_vL6Ps1m4YRoz7beIY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oído&lt;/span&gt; el caso de esa mujer que se libro de 100 kilos de&lt;br /&gt;grasa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inútil&lt;/span&gt; en una sola noche?&lt;br /&gt;No, como lo hizo?&lt;br /&gt;Tiro al marido en la basura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-1959023040387897359?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/lsHMAf2h2Bg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/1959023040387897359/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=1959023040387897359" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1959023040387897359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/1959023040387897359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/lsHMAf2h2Bg/perder-peso-en-una-noche.html" title="Perder peso en una noche" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/perder-peso-en-una-noche.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UFQ3Y4eyp7ImA9WxJSE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-625749070642080136</id><published>2009-05-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:53:32.833-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-03T15:53:32.833-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indio" /><title>Chiste de caza recompensas buscando indios</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fwqooana0PSyZUP-qimFrUFzhBo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fwqooana0PSyZUP-qimFrUFzhBo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fwqooana0PSyZUP-qimFrUFzhBo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Fwqooana0PSyZUP-qimFrUFzhBo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Esto son dos mercenarios en los días del Salvaje Oeste, y les &lt;br /&gt;dice un coronel: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldados, el ejercito necesita vuestra ayuda. vallan al territorio &lt;br /&gt;de los indios, y por cada cabellera de Sioux que consigáis traer de vuelta &lt;br /&gt;al fuerte, os daremos 100 dolares de oro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total, que los dos caza recompensas se van al territorio de los&lt;br /&gt;indios y hacen un campamento.&lt;br /&gt;De madrugada, uno de ellos oye el chasquido&lt;br /&gt;de una rama, se despierta, y ve que alrededor de su campamento, tienen el campamento&lt;br /&gt;de toda la nacion sioux con pinturas de guerra; entonces le pega un codazo al otro&lt;br /&gt;mercenario y le dice: &lt;br /&gt;Sam!! Sam, despierta, somos ricos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-625749070642080136?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/JSDGcVsmH04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/625749070642080136/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=625749070642080136" title="1 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/625749070642080136?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/625749070642080136?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/JSDGcVsmH04/chiste-de-caza-recompensas-buscando.html" title="Chiste de caza recompensas buscando indios" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/05/chiste-de-caza-recompensas-buscando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMESHw_eSp7ImA9WxVaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-7914311801544433374</id><published>2009-04-14T12:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:46:49.241-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-14T12:46:49.241-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Informatica" /><title>Hardware o Software</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/az0ylpe4F-fEQPgifoGHiWczHLg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/az0ylpe4F-fEQPgifoGHiWczHLg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/az0ylpe4F-fEQPgifoGHiWczHLg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/az0ylpe4F-fEQPgifoGHiWczHLg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;HARDWARE : Lo que puedes partir con un hacha. &lt;br /&gt;SOFTWARE : Aquello que solo puedes maldecir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-7914311801544433374?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/qaYsl5qQ6v0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7914311801544433374/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=7914311801544433374" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7914311801544433374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7914311801544433374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/qaYsl5qQ6v0/hardware-o-software.html" title="Hardware o Software" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hardware-o-software.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSH05cCp7ImA9WxVaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-7590361404044685751</id><published>2009-04-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T12:44:49.328-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-14T12:44:49.328-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Informatica" /><title>Diferencia entre el hardware y el software</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S3UZ07fRt6iwfu58jk5WBqixdLI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S3UZ07fRt6iwfu58jk5WBqixdLI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S3UZ07fRt6iwfu58jk5WBqixdLI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S3UZ07fRt6iwfu58jk5WBqixdLI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;La autentica diferencia entre el hardware y el software es que el &lt;br /&gt;hardware se vuelve mas rapido, pequeño y barato con el tiempo, mientras&lt;br /&gt;que el software se hace mas grande, lento y caro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-7590361404044685751?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/D0G7djaoz9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/7590361404044685751/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=7590361404044685751" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7590361404044685751?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/7590361404044685751?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/D0G7djaoz9o/diferencia-entre-el-hardware-y-el.html" title="Diferencia entre el hardware y el software" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/04/diferencia-entre-el-hardware-y-el.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AMSHszcSp7ImA9WxVbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-5945646330258618698</id><published>2009-03-31T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:29:49.589-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T17:29:49.589-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Borracho" /><title>Llama el borrachito a la SEDUE</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExsBv66RZVRaRsEUhl4gkCK8rr4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExsBv66RZVRaRsEUhl4gkCK8rr4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExsBv66RZVRaRsEUhl4gkCK8rr4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ExsBv66RZVRaRsEUhl4gkCK8rr4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Llama el borrachito a lo que antes era la SEDUE (Secretaria de &lt;br /&gt;desarrollo Urbano y Ecologia) y le contestan: &lt;br /&gt;SECRETARIA - Buenas tardes, SEDUE para sevirle &lt;br /&gt;BORRACHITO - diiscuulpe srita, es ahi donde see encargan de que el &lt;br /&gt;ambiente siempre este de poca maaadre? &lt;br /&gt;SECRETARIA - Si señor, hacemos siempre lo posible por mantenerlo &lt;br /&gt;bien. &lt;br /&gt;BORRACHITO - Entooonces me puede mandar por favor unas chicas y un &lt;br /&gt;mariachi a mi caaasa, por que estoy sooolo y bien &lt;br /&gt;aguitaaado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-5945646330258618698?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/p7bRCp9RuO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/5945646330258618698/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=5945646330258618698" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/5945646330258618698?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/5945646330258618698?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/p7bRCp9RuO4/llama-el-borrachito-la-sedue.html" title="Llama el borrachito a la SEDUE" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/llama-el-borrachito-la-sedue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MNR3o7cCp7ImA9WxVbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-4236298602669100722</id><published>2009-03-31T17:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:24:56.408-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T17:24:56.408-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Borracho" /><title>Dos borrachos semienterrados en la nieve</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wr75MzNxV74JY_ZbqXo6KEGLm-g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wr75MzNxV74JY_ZbqXo6KEGLm-g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wr75MzNxV74JY_ZbqXo6KEGLm-g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Wr75MzNxV74JY_ZbqXo6KEGLm-g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dos borrachos semienterrados en la nieve despues de un alud ven a &lt;br /&gt;un perro de San Bernardo: &lt;br /&gt;-Mira, ahi viene el mejor amigo del hombre. &lt;br /&gt;-Si, y viene con un perro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-4236298602669100722?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/F3xfrx5hUyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/4236298602669100722/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=4236298602669100722" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4236298602669100722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/4236298602669100722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/F3xfrx5hUyo/dos-borrachos-semienterrados-en-la.html" title="Dos borrachos semienterrados en la nieve" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/dos-borrachos-semienterrados-en-la.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QDRXw7fyp7ImA9WxVbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-8071052432705555023</id><published>2009-03-31T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:22:54.207-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-31T17:22:54.207-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Borracho" /><title>Mira si estoy borracho</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mbdcQvTN355U6-lp7KuVNJ8t0Uw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mbdcQvTN355U6-lp7KuVNJ8t0Uw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mbdcQvTN355U6-lp7KuVNJ8t0Uw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mbdcQvTN355U6-lp7KuVNJ8t0Uw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-Mira si estoy borracho, que veo doble! &lt;br /&gt;-No, si es que esos chicos son mellizos &lt;br /&gt;-Los cuatro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-8071052432705555023?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/xENryyYGn5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8071052432705555023/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=8071052432705555023" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8071052432705555023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8071052432705555023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/xENryyYGn5s/mira-si-estoy-borracho.html" title="Mira si estoy borracho" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/mira-si-estoy-borracho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMCSX07fCp7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-8646217107551598204</id><published>2009-03-29T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:01:08.304-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T19:01:08.304-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suegra" /><title>Vinieron a comprar el burro</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jwt1mdihdPtVOoO6Uq-0mpm_hr8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jwt1mdihdPtVOoO6Uq-0mpm_hr8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jwt1mdihdPtVOoO6Uq-0mpm_hr8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Jwt1mdihdPtVOoO6Uq-0mpm_hr8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Un cuñado se encuentra con otro cuñado en un funeral y ve mucha gente , asi que le pregunta:&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Qué sucedió cuñado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro le responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Es que mi burro mató a mi suegra de una patada mal dada.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces se asoma y ve tanta gente en el velatorio que se le ocurre preguntar:&lt;br /&gt;- ¿Y toda esa gente conocía a tu suegra?&lt;br /&gt;El otro le responde:&lt;br /&gt;- No... vinieron a comprar el burro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-8646217107551598204?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/0xEz3jlZiNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8646217107551598204/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=8646217107551598204" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8646217107551598204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8646217107551598204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/0xEz3jlZiNo/un-cunado-se-encuentra-con-otro-cunado.html" title="Vinieron a comprar el burro" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-cunado-se-encuentra-con-otro-cunado.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NSX07cSp7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-666823574604377515</id><published>2009-03-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:53:18.309-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T18:53:18.309-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suegra" /><title>Tres tipos y mi suegra</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_5DAKh5L5GMLohBr0yLyQkLFxNA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_5DAKh5L5GMLohBr0yLyQkLFxNA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_5DAKh5L5GMLohBr0yLyQkLFxNA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_5DAKh5L5GMLohBr0yLyQkLFxNA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Ayer iba mi suegra, y dos tipos la golpearon:&lt;br /&gt;-Y no interveniste?&lt;br /&gt;-No!Hubiera sido mucho pegarle entre los tres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-666823574604377515?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/gWyrok-mcgE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/666823574604377515/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=666823574604377515" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/666823574604377515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/666823574604377515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/gWyrok-mcgE/tres-tipos-y-mi-suegra.html" title="Tres tipos y mi suegra" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/tres-tipos-y-mi-suegra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FRH4ycSp7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-8283282892177726021</id><published>2009-03-29T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:50:15.099-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T18:50:15.099-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Suegra" /><title>Descansamos Todos</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2BnCbB8ERSCd7zmqEf42jEWsag/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2BnCbB8ERSCd7zmqEf42jEWsag/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2BnCbB8ERSCd7zmqEf42jEWsag/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/p2BnCbB8ERSCd7zmqEf42jEWsag/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Pero metiche, metiche, se murio y en su tumba le pusieron este &lt;br /&gt;mensaje: "Aqui Descansa ella, y en la casa descansamos todos".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-8283282892177726021?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/bRTk1u_iCAI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/8283282892177726021/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=8283282892177726021" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8283282892177726021?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/8283282892177726021?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/bRTk1u_iCAI/descansamos-todos.html" title="Descansamos Todos" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/descansamos-todos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QNQn87eSp7ImA9WxVVGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1868846092501501084.post-3300169811970685364</id><published>2009-03-13T17:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:43:13.101-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T17:43:13.101-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marido" /><title>El matamoscas</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHBjaNTGR-d1eiK_hoK1_NjI8Eg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHBjaNTGR-d1eiK_hoK1_NjI8Eg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHBjaNTGR-d1eiK_hoK1_NjI8Eg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QHBjaNTGR-d1eiK_hoK1_NjI8Eg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Una mujer llega a casa y se encuentra al marido con un matamoscas en la mano&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué haces ?&lt;br /&gt;El contesta: matando moscas&lt;br /&gt;¿ y has matado alguna?&lt;br /&gt;Sí, ! 3 machos y 2 hembras !&lt;br /&gt;Intrigada ella le pregunta:&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo sabes si son machos o hembras?&lt;br /&gt;El contesta:&lt;br /&gt;¡ 3 estaban en el vaso de cerveza  y 2 en el teléfono!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1868846092501501084-3300169811970685364?l=chistesconhumor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~4/zp76zxtn2Do" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/feeds/3300169811970685364/comments/default" title="Enviar comentarios" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1868846092501501084&amp;postID=3300169811970685364" title="0 comentarios" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3300169811970685364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1868846092501501084/posts/default/3300169811970685364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LosMejoresChistesHumorYVideosConAlegria/~3/zp76zxtn2Do/e-matamoscas.html" title="El matamoscas" /><author><name>ElModerador</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chistesconhumor.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-matamoscas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

