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    <title>Sporadic Humour</title>
    
    
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    <updated>2012-02-07T13:00:49+02:00</updated>
    
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        <title>Wanna See My Undies?</title>
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        <published>2012-02-07T13:00:49+02:00</published>
        <updated>2012-02-07T13:00:49+02:00</updated>
        <summary>The blind date hadn't been all that great and she was relieved the evening was finally over. At her apartment door, he suddenly said, "Hey! You wanna see my underwear?" Before she could respond, he had dropped his pants, right...</summary>
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            <name>DaveG</name>
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The blind date hadn't been all that great and she was relieved the evening was finally over. At her apartment door, he suddenly said, "Hey! You wanna see my underwear?"<br />
<br />
Before she could respond, he had dropped his pants, right there in the hall, revealing that he wasn't wearing any underwear.<br />
<br />
She glanced down and said, "Nice design...does it also come in men's sizes?"</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Golf...</title>
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        <published>2012-02-07T12:57:50+02:00</published>
        <updated>2012-02-07T12:57:50+02:00</updated>
        <summary>A husband and wife are on the 9th green when suddenly she collapses from a heart attack! "Help me dear," she groans to her husband. The husband calls 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes, picks up...</summary>
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            <name>DaveG</name>
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A husband and wife are on the 9th green when suddenly she collapses from a heart attack! "Help me dear," she groans to her husband.<br />
<br />
The husband calls 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes, picks up his putter and lines up his putt. His wife raises her head off the green and stares at him.<br />
"I'm dying here and you're putting?" "Don't worry dear," says the husband calmly, "they found a doctor on the second hole and he's coming to help you.<br />
"Well, how long will it take for him to get here?" she asks feebly.<br />
"No time at all," says her husband. "Everybody's already agreed to let him play through."</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Scottish blood</title>
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        <published>2012-01-31T07:56:09+02:00</published>
        <updated>2012-01-31T07:56:09+02:00</updated>
        <summary>An Arab Sheik was admitted to St Vincent's Hospital for heart surgery, but prior to the surgery, the doctors needed to store his blood in case the need arose. As the gentleman had a rare type of blood, it couldn't...</summary>
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            <name>DaveG</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;An Arab Sheik was admitted to St Vincent&amp;#39;s Hospital for heart surgery, but prior to the surgery, the doctors needed to store his blood in case the need arose. As the gentleman had a rare type of blood, it couldn&amp;#39;t be found locally, so, the call went out to all the states.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Finally a Scot was located who had a similar blood type. The Scot willingly donated his blood for the Arab.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
After the surgery, the Arab sent the Scotsman as appreciation for giving his blood, a new BMW, diamonds &amp; US dollars.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
A couple of days later, once again,the Arab had to go through a corrective surgery. His doctor telephoned the Scotsman who was more than happy to donate his blood again.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
After the second surgery, the Arab sent the Scotsman a thank-you card &amp; a jar of candies.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The Scotsman was shocked that the Arab this time did not reciprocate his kind gesture as he had anticipated.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
He phoned the Arab &amp; asked him: &amp;quot;I thought you would be generous again, that you would give me a BMW, diamonds &amp; money... But you only gave me a thank-you card &amp; a jar of candies&amp;quot;.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
To this the Arab replied: &amp;quot;Aye, but I now have Scottish blood in my veins&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>Men lie honourably...</title>
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        <published>2012-01-26T10:35:37+02:00</published>
        <updated>2012-01-26T10:35:37+02:00</updated>
        <summary>"One day, while a woodcutter w.as cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?" The woodcutter replied that his axe...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>"One day, while a woodcutter w.as cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"<br />
<br />
The woodcutter replied that his axe has fallen into water, and he needed the axe to make his living.<br />
<br />
The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.<br />
<br />
The woodcutter replied, "No."<br />
<br />
The Lord again went down and came up with a silver Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.<br />
<br />
Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."<br />
<br />
The Lord went down again and came up with an iron Axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.<br />
<br />
The woodcutter replied, "Yes."<br />
<br />
The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.<br />
<br />
Sometime later the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"<br />
<br />
"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"<br />
<br />
The Lord went down into the water and came up with ANGELINA JOLIE "Is this your wife?" the Lord asked..<br />
<br />
"Yes," cried the woodcutter.<br />
<br />
The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"<br />
<br />
The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to ANGELINA JOLIE , You would have come up with AISHWARYA RAI. Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife . Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three. Lord, I am a poor man, and am not able to take care of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to ANGELINA JOLIE ."<br />
<br />
MORAL OF THE STORY: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others<br />
<br />
(nice one Shane! ;)</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Immutable Truths</title>
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        <published>2011-12-07T21:43:42+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-12-07T21:43:42+02:00</updated>
        <summary>9 Immutable Truths Number 9 Life is sexually transmitted. Number 8 Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. Number 7 Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection,...</summary>
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            <name>DaveG</name>
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&lt;br/&gt;
9 Immutable Truths&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 9&lt;br/&gt;
Life is sexually transmitted.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 8&lt;br/&gt;
Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 7&lt;br/&gt;
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich .&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 6&lt;br/&gt;
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won&amp;#39;t bother you for weeks, months, maybe years&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 5&lt;br/&gt;
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospitals, dying of nothing.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 4&lt;br/&gt;
All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 3&lt;br/&gt;
In the 60&amp;#39;s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 2&lt;br/&gt;
Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers--what you do today, might burn your ass tomorrow.&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
Number 1&lt;br/&gt;
Don&amp;#39;t worry about old age--it doesn&amp;#39;t last that long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>The Rules </title>
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        <published>2011-10-26T08:57:50+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-10-26T08:57:50+02:00</updated>
        <summary>Thanks Shane - I seem to recall these being read out at my wedding... :/ Begin forwarded message: The Rules by which Females are Governed The FEMALE always makes the rules. The RULES are subject to change at any time...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks Shane - I seem to recall these being read out at my wedding... :/&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Begin forwarded message:&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Rules by which Females are Governed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE always makes the rules.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The RULES are subject to change at any time without prior notification...by the FEMALE.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
No MALE can possibly know all the RULES.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
If the FEMALE suspects the MALE knows all the RULES, she must immediately change some or all of them.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE is never wrong.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
If the FEMALE is wrong, it is due to a misunderstanding which was a direct result of something the MALE did or said wrong.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The MALE must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstandings.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE may change her mind at any time.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The MALE must never change his mind without the express written consent of the FEMALE.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE has every right to be angry or upset at any time.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The MALE must remain calm at all times, unless the FEMALE wants him to be angry or upset.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE must, under no circumstances, let the MALE know whether or not she wants him to be angry or upset.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The Male is expected to &amp;quot;mind read&amp;quot; at all times.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The MALE who doesn&amp;#39;t abide by THE RULES; can&amp;#39;t take the heat, lacks backbone, and is a wimp!&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Any attempt to document THE RULES could result in bodily harm.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The FEMALE is ready when SHE is ready.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
The MALE must be ready at ALL times&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>The war of the sexes...</title>
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        <published>2011-10-18T10:31:54+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-10-18T10:31:54+02:00</updated>
        <summary>been a while since we had some these! :D Training for Women!!! Women think they already know everything, but wait... training courses are now available for women on the following subjects: 1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has...</summary>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>been a while since we had some these! :D<br />
<br />
Training for Women!!!<br />
Women think they already know everything, but wait...<br />
training courses are now available for women on the following subjects:<br />
<br />
1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has Gone Before<br />
<br />
2. The Undiscovered Side of Banking: Making Deposits<br />
<br />
3. Parties: Going Without New Outfits<br />
<br />
4. Man Management: Minor Household Chores Can Wait Till After The Game<br />
<br />
5. Bathroom Etiquette I: Men Need Space in the Bathroom Cabinet Too<br />
<br />
6. Bathroom Etiquette II: His Razor is His<br />
<br />
7. Communication Skills I: Tears - The Last Resort, not the First<br />
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8. Communication Skills II : Thinking Before Speaking<br />
<br />
9. Communication Skills III: Getting What you Want Without Nagging<br />
<br />
10. Driving a Car Safely: A Skill You CAN Acquire<br />
<br />
11. Telephone Skills: How to Hang Up<br />
<br />
12. Introduction to Parking<br />
<br />
13. Advanced Parking: Backing Into a Space<br />
<br />
14. Water Retention: Fact or Fat<br />
<br />
15. Cooking I: Bringing Back Bacon, Eggs and Butter<br />
<br />
16. Cooking II: Bran and Tofu are Not for Human Consumption<br />
<br />
17. Cooking III: How not to Inflict Your Diets on Other People<br />
<br />
18. Compliments: Accepting Them Gracefully<br />
<br />
19. PMS: Your Problem . . . Not His<br />
<br />
20. Dancing: Why Men Don't Like To<br />
<br />
21. Classic Footwear: Wearing Shoes You Already Have<br />
<br />
22. Household Dust: A Harmless Natural Occurrence Only Women Notice<br />
<br />
23. Integrating Your Laundry: Washing It All Together<br />
<br />
24. Oil and Gas: Your Car Needs Both<br />
<br />
25. TV Remotes: For Men Only</p></div>
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    <entry>
        <title>Inner peace</title>
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        <published>2011-09-29T15:24:05+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-09-29T15:24:05+02:00</updated>
        <summary>I'm passing this on because it worked for me today. A doc on TV said to have inner peace we should always finish things we start &amp; we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked around my...</summary>
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            <name>DaveG</name>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m passing this on because it worked for me today. A doc on TV said to have inner peace we should always finish things we start &amp; we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked around my house to find things I&amp;#39;d started &amp; hadn&amp;#39;t finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
(mmm... I think I&amp;#39;d better send someone round to check on my brother-in-law...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    <entry>
        <title>The perfect golf shot</title>
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        <published>2011-09-28T12:47:11+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-09-28T12:47:11+02:00</updated>
        <summary>Dave stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity. He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn't start his back swing. Finally his exasperated partner Ray asked, "What is taking...</summary>
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&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Dave stood over his tee shot on the 450 yard 18th hole for what seemed an eternity.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
He waggled, looked up, looked down, waggled again, but didn&amp;#39;t start his back swing.&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
Finally his exasperated partner Ray asked, &amp;quot;What is taking so long? You&amp;#39;re making me and everybody behind us crazy.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;quot;My wife is watching me from the clubhouse balcony&amp;quot; Dave explained. &amp;quot;I want to make a perfect shot.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;br/&gt;
His companion Ray said, &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t have a chance in hell of hitting her from here.&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
{Brent, you do send through some gems sometimes! ;) }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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        <title>South African Department of Labour (truth in humour?)</title>
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        <published>2011-07-29T13:06:27+02:00</published>
        <updated>2011-07-29T13:06:27+02:00</updated>
        <summary>The South African Department of Labour claimed a small Robertson farmer was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to investigate him. Department of Labour Representative: "I need a list of your employees and how...</summary>
        <author>
            <name>DaveG</name>
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<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>The South African Department of Labour claimed a small Robertson farmer was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to investigate him.<br />
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Department of Labour Representative: "I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them."<br />
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Farmer: "Well, there's my farm hand who's been with me for 30 years. I pay him R1 400 a week plus free room and board."<br />
              "Then there's the mentally challenged worker. He works about 18 hours a day, seven days a week and does about 90% of all the work around here.<br />
               He makes about R100 per week, pays his own room and board, and I buy him a bottle of brandy every Saturday night so he can cope with life”.<br />
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Department of Labour Representative: "That's the guy I want to talk to...the mentally challenged one."<br />
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Farmer: "That would be me."</p></div>
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