<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Sep 2024 00:06:59 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Best Jokes Ever</title><description>&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=m*Ry39Pi6Ew&amp;amp;offerid=242126.10000028&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="The Karaoke Channel Channel Membership Community 480 x 60" src="http://ad.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/show?id=m*Ry39Pi6Ew&amp;amp;bids=242126.10000028&amp;amp;subid=0&amp;amp;type=4&amp;amp;gridnum=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-1506560159342197793</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:04:49.611-07:00</atom:updated><title>Saving her hat</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An old lady was standing at the railing of the cruise ship‚ holding her hat on tightly so that it wouldn't blow off in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
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A gentleman approached her and said: "Pardon me‚ madam. I do not intend to be forward‚ but did you know that your dress is blowing up in this high wind?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes‚ I know‚" said the lady‚ "I need both hands to hold onto this hat."&lt;br /&gt;
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"But‚ madam‚ you must know that your privates are exposed!" said the gentleman in earnest.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman looked down‚ then back up at the man and replied‚ "Sir‚ anything you see down there is 85 years old. I just bought this hat yesterday!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2009/09/saving-her-hat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-2346535888881416562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:06:12.030-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Warden</title><description>A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm.&lt;br /&gt;
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He stopped and asked the boy, 'Where did you get that turkey?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy replied, 'What turkey?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The game warden said, 'That turkey you're carrying under your arm.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy looks down and said, 'Well, lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!'&lt;br /&gt;
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The game warden said, 'Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The little boy said, 'I guess I'll just kiss his ass and let him go!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/warden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-8832183766878288202</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:06:55.832-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lord Of The Rings</title><description>An older, white haired man walked into a jewelry store one Friday evening with a beautiful young gal at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
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The jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring.&lt;br /&gt;
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The old man said, "No, I'd like to see something more 'special'."&lt;br /&gt;
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At that statement, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another ring over. "Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000," the jeweler said.&lt;br /&gt;
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The young lady's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement. The old man seeing this said, "We'll take it."&lt;br /&gt;
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The jeweler asked how payment would be made and the old man stated, "By check. I know you need to make sure my check is good, so I'll write it now and you can call the bank Monday to verify the funds and I'll pick the ring up Monday afternoon," he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Monday morning, the jeweler phoned the old man. "There's no money in that account," he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I know," said the old man, "But let me tell you about my weekend!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/lord-of-rings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-8632665539814289189</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:07:18.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bailout</title><description>A man was walking down the streets of Washington DC one night. All of a sudden a mugger sticks a gun in his ribs and says. Give me all your money.&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied, "Do you realize I am an important member of congress?" The robber said, "In that case give me all my money!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/bailout.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-732903668450672734</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:07:47.758-07:00</atom:updated><title>Grandpa</title><description>A woman is in a grocery store and happens upon a grandpa and his poorly behaving 3-year-old grandson at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's obvious gramps has his hands full with the kid screaming for candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie aisle; same for fruit, cereal and soda.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile gramps is working his way around saying in a controlled voice, 'Easy Albert, we won't be long; easy boy.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Another outburst and she hears gramps calmly say, 'It's OK Albert, just a couple more minutes and we'll be outta here; hang in there.'&lt;br /&gt;
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At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items from the cart and gramps again in a controlled voice is saying, 'Albert, Albert, relax buddy, don't get upset -- we'll be home in five minutes; stay cool, Albert.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Very impressed the woman goes up to gramps as he's loading the kid and the groceries into the car and says, 'You know sir, it's none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don't know how you did it. The whole time you kept your composure and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be OK. Albert is very lucky to have you for his grandpa.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'Thanks, lady,' replied gramps, 'But I'm Albert . . . the little jerk's name is Johnny.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandpa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-178089324937357951</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:08:18.944-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Pregnant Blond</title><description>The other day my neighbor, who is blonde, came running up to me in the driveway jumping for joy!&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't know why she was jumping so excitedly but I thought, 'what the heck', and I started jumping up and down along with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, 'I have some really great news!'&lt;br /&gt;
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I said, 'Great. Tell me why you're so happy.'&lt;br /&gt;
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She stopped jumping and breathing heavily from all the jumping up and down, told me that she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;
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I knew she'd been trying for a while so I told her, 'That's great I couldn't be happier for you!'&lt;br /&gt;
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Then she said, 'There's more'&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked, What do you mean there's more. She said, 'Well, we are not having just one baby. We are going to have TWINS!'&lt;br /&gt;
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Amazed at how she could know so soon after getting pregnant, I asked her how she knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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She said, 'Well, that was the easy part. I went to Sam's Club and they actually had a home pregnancy kit in a TWIN-pack. Both tests came out positive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/pregnant-blond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-5155059540431250743</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:08:35.912-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Salesman</title><description>A young guy from Wisconsin moves to Florida and goes to a big everything-under-one-roof department store looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Manager says, 'Do you have any sales experience?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid says 'Yeah. I was a salesman back in Wisconsin.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the boss liked the kid and gave him the job. You start tomorrow. I'll come down after we close and see how you did.'&lt;br /&gt;
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His First day on the job was rough, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down. 'How many customers bought something from you today?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid says, 'One.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The boss says, 'Just one? Our sales people average 20 to 30 customers a day. How much was the sale for?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid says, '$101,237.65.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The boss says, '$101,237.65?! What the heck did you sell?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid says, 'First, I sold him a small fish hook. Then I sold him a medium fishhook. Then I sold him a larger fishhook. Then I sold him a new fishing rod.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I asked him where he was going fishing, and he said down the coast, so I told him he was going to need a boat, so we went down to the boat department, and I sold him a twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to the automotive department and sold him that 4x4 Expedition.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The boss said 'A guy came in here to buy a fish hook and you sold him a BOAT and a TRUCK?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid said 'No, the guy came in here to buy makeup for his wife, and I said, 'Dude, your weekend's shot, you should go fishing.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/11/salesman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-548147886001900603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:08:59.815-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Ostrich</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him. The waitress asks them for their orders.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke,' and turns to the ostrich, 'What's yours?'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'I'll have the same,' says the ostrich.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be $9.40, please,' and the man reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man says, 'A hamburger, fries and a coke.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ostrich says, 'I'll have the same.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change. This becomes routine until the two enter again.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'The usual?' asks the waitress.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man.    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Same,' says the ostrich.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be $32.62.'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change in your pocket every time?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Well,' says the man, 'several years ago I was cleaning the attic and found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want for as long as you live!' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'That' s right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there,' says the man.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The waitress asks, 'What's with the ostrich?'   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man sighs, pauses and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall chick with a big butt and long legs who agrees with everything I say.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/ostrich.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-5290798112379996434</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:09:33.708-07:00</atom:updated><title>Naked Truth</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners. At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So he took out a business card and wrote "Revelation 3:20"  on the back of it and stuck it in the door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, "Genesis 3:10." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter. Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was  afraid for I was naked." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/naked-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-2302502792468472093</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:09:56.067-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bear &amp; Rabbit</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So once upon a time there was a bear and a rabbit walking through the forest and they bumped into a fairy and she said "I'll give you both three wishes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the bear goes "Ok I wish every bear in this forest was a girl except for me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the fairy grants it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the rabbit goes "I wish for a helmet!"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So she grants it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the bear goes "I wish every bear in the USA was a girl except for me."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the fairy grants it. Then the rabbit goes, "I wish for a fast motorcycle." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She grants it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then on the last one the bear goes "I wish every bear in the world was a girl except for me." Then the rabbit goes "I wish this bear was gay."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fairy grants it and the rabbit rides off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/bear-rabbit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-5807416343276154579</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:10:12.282-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Not To Say</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-not-to-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-4542939081198027830</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:10:35.924-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Trucker</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A trucker came into a truck stop cafe and placed his order. He said, 'I want three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The brand new blonde waitress, not wanting to appear stupid, went to the kitchen and said to the cook,  'This guy out there just ordered three flat tires, a pair of headlights and a pair of running boards.  What does he think this place is, an auto parts store?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'No,' the cook said. 'Three flat tires mean three pancakes, a pair of headlights is two eggs sunny side up, and running boards are 2 slices of crisp bacon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Oh, OK!' said the blonde. She thought about it for a moment and then spooned up a bowl of beans and gave it to the customer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trucker asked, 'What are the beans for Blondie?' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'She replied, 'I thought while you were waiting for the flat tires, headlights and running boards, you might as well gas up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://instantdollarz.com/click.php/p8164/c16788/" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://instantdollarz.com/viewimg.php?p=8164&amp;amp;c=16788" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/trucker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-367651865984043282</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:11:58.681-07:00</atom:updated><title>Brazilian</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Blonde is watching the news with her husband when the newscaster says 6 Brazilian men die in a skydiving accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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The blonde starts crying to her husband, sobbing 'That's horrible!'&lt;br /&gt;
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Confused, he says, 'Yes dear, it is sad, but they were skydiving, and,there is that risk involved.'&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes, the blonde, still sobbing, says, 'How many is a Brazilian?'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blonde-is-watching-news-with-her.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-8638159199440990525</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:12:12.563-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Lawyer &amp; The Redneck</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;A lawyer and a redneck are sitting next to each other on a long flight.&lt;br /&gt;
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The  lawyer is thinking that rednecks are so dumb that he could get over&lt;br /&gt;
on them  easy...&lt;br /&gt;
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So the lawyer asks if the redneck would like to play a fun game.  The&lt;br /&gt;
redneck is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely  declines&lt;br /&gt;
and tries to catch a few winks.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lawyer persists, that the  game is a lot of fun. 'I ask you a&lt;br /&gt;
question, and if you don't know the  answer, you pay me only $5; you ask&lt;br /&gt;
me one, and if I don't know the answer, I  will pay you $500.&lt;br /&gt;
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This catches the redneck's attention and to keep the  lawyer quiet,&lt;br /&gt;
agrees to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lawyer asks the first  question. 'What's the distance from the Earth&lt;br /&gt;
to the moon?' The redneck  doesn't say a word, reaches in his pocket&lt;br /&gt;
pulls out a five-dollar bill, and  hands it to the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, it's the redneck's turn. He asks the lawyer,  'What goes up a hill&lt;br /&gt;
with three legs, and comes down with four?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The  lawyer uses his laptop, searches all references. He uses the air&lt;br /&gt;
phone; he  searches the Net and even the Library of Congress. He sends&lt;br /&gt;
e-mails to all  the smart friends he knows, all to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;
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After one hour of searching  he finally gives up. He wakes up the redneck&lt;br /&gt;
and hands him $500.&lt;br /&gt;
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The  redneck pockets the $500 goes right back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lawyer is going  nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes the redneck up&lt;br /&gt;
and asks, 'Well, so what  goes up a hill with three legs and comes down&lt;br /&gt;
with four?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The redneck  reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5 and goes back to&lt;br /&gt;
sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://acaiberrycompany.com/index.php?ref=7&amp;affiliate_banner_id=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://acaiberrycompany.com/affiliate_show_banner.php?ref=7&amp;affiliate_banner_id=2" border="0" alt="ABC 468x60"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lawyer-redneck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-6188975481702746477</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:12:26.535-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cop Humor</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Catholic Priest, an Indian Doctor, a rich Chinese Businessman and a Policeman were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;
The Policeman fumed, 'What's with those guys? We have been waiting for fifteen minutes!'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Indian Doctor chimed in, 'I've never seen such poor golf!'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Chinese Businessman yelled out 'Get moving, time is money'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Catholic Priest said, 'Here comes George the greens keeper, maybe he can do something about this'&lt;br /&gt;
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'Hello, George!', said the Catholic Priest, 'What's wrong with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?'&lt;br /&gt;
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George the greens keeper replied, 'Yes. That's a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The group fell silent for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Catholic Priest said, 'That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Indian Doctor said, 'Good idea. I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist colleague and see if there's anything he can do for them.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Chinese Businessman replied, 'I think I'll donate $50,000 to the fire-fighters in honor of these brave souls'&lt;br /&gt;
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The Policeman said, 'Why the hell don't they play at night?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/cop-humor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-5351445340584224634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:12:46.719-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cojones de Toro</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A big Texan stopped at a local restaurant following a day roaming around in Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;
While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. He asked the waiter, 'What is that you just served?'&lt;br /&gt;
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The waiter replied, 'Ah senor, you have excellent taste! Those are called Cojones de Toro, bull's testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!'&lt;br /&gt;
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The cowboy said, 'What the heck, bring me an order.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The waiter replied, 'I am so sorry senor. There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter and said, 'These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The waiter shrugged his shoulders and replied, 'Si,Senor. Sometimes the bull wins.'&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-texan-stopped-at-local-restaurant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-582318341308927204</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:13:01.665-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Patient</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, still heavily sedated from a difficult four hour, surgical procedure A young student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nurse, he mumbles, from behind the mask 'Are my testicles black?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Embarrassed, the young nurse replies 'I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, are my testicles black?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concerned that he may elevate his vitals from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and sheepishly pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand and his testicles in the other, lifting and moving them around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, she takes a close look and says, 'There's nothing wrong with them, Sir !!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;
That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;' A r e-m y-t e s t-r e s u l t s-b a c k ? '&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" height="60" border="0" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/patient.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-1223158322179522005</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:13:16.785-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Drunken Businessman</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Peter is relaxing after work one day in a bar on the top floor of a New York skyscraper. While he's sipping his drink, another man approaches him. He looks like an average guy; suit, tie, glasses, and he's pretty drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Hey," says the guy. "I'll give you fifty dollars to jump out that window and jump back in." The man points to an open window not far off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peter looks at the man like he's crazy. "No thanks, I think I'll just sit and enjoy my drink." The man shrugs and wanders off.&lt;br /&gt;
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About 30 minutes later, the man returns. Now he's even more drunk; his tie has been loosened, his hat is gone, and he's starting to slur. "Hey," he says. "I'll give you...five hunnert dollars to jump out that window and jump back in."&lt;br /&gt;
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Now Peter is getting irritated. "No, please leave me alone." The man shrugs and wanders off again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twenty minutes later, the man returns yet again. Now he's REALLY drunk; his glasses are broken, there's a burn hole in his suit, and he's wearing his tie around his head. "Hey, I'll giff you five...hic.....THOUSAND dollerz to jub' out 'at window.....and jum' baggin." Now Peter is mad, and just wants to get rid of this drunkard. "Tell you what," he says. "You do it first and I'll do it for free."&lt;br /&gt;
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The drunk man thinks for a second, and then stumbles over to the window, jumps out and jumps back in. Shocked, Peter thinks to himself, "If this drunk asshole can do it, surely I can." So Peter walks over to the window, takes a deep breath, and jumps out the window. He quickly falls to his death.&lt;br /&gt;
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The drunk man is standing by the bar, chuckling to himself. The bartender looks at him and says, "You sure are a jerk when you're drunk, Superman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="60" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/drunken-businessman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-8670462416898624423</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:13:33.679-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Mule</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An old hillbilly farmer had a wife who nagged him unmercifully. From morning till night (and sometimes later), she was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out plowing with his old mule. He tried to plow a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day, when he was out plowing, his wife brought him lunch in the field. He drove the old mule into the shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately, his wife began haranguing him again. Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet; caught her smack in the back of the head. Killed her dead on the spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the funeral several days later, the minister noticed something rather odd, when a woman mourner would approach the old farmer, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a man mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the minister decided to ask the old farmer about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So after the funeral, the minister spoke to the old farmer, and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with all the men.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The old farmer said: "Well, the women would come up and say something about how nice my wife looked, or how pretty her dress was, so I'd nod my head in agreement." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"And what about the men?" the minister asked. "They wanted to know if the mule was for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" height="60" border="0" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/mule.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-1269534905655003586</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 15:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:13:55.544-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Ole Nutty Ballgame</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A doctor at an asylum decided to take his inmates to a baseball game. For weeks in advance, he coached his nutty patients to respond to his commands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;When the day of the game arrived, everything seemed to be going well. As the national anthem started, the doctor yelled: 'Up nuts!' And the inmates complied by standing up. After the anthem he yelled: 'Down Nuts!' And they all sat. After a home run he yelled: 'Cheer nuts!' And they all broke into applause and cheers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Thinking things were going very well, he decided to go get a beer and a hot dog, leaving his assistant in charge. When he returned there was a riot in progress. Finding his assistant, he asked what happened. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The assistant replied: 'Well...everything was fine until some vendor walked by and yelled, `PEANUTS!'.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" height="60" border="0" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ole-nutty-ballgame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-2208014412729071511</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:14:13.950-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sheer Negligee</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A husband walks into Victoria's Secret to purchase a sheer negligee for his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;He is shown several possibilities that range from $250 to $500 in price, the more sheer, the higher the price. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Naturally, he opts for the sheerest item pays the $500 and takes it home. He presents it to his wife and asks her to go upstairs, put it on, and model it for him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Upstairs, the wife thinks, 'I have an idea. It's so sheer that it might as well be nothing. I won't put it on, but I'll do the modeling naked, return it tomorrow, and keep the $500 refund for myself.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So she appears naked on the balcony and strikes a pose.The husband says, 'Good Grief! You'd think for $500, they'd at least iron it!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" height="60" border="0" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/sheer-negligee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-8913170626749281756</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:14:36.677-07:00</atom:updated><title>9 inches</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;A man walks into a bar with a paper bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;He sits down and places the bag on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The bartender walks up and asks what's in the bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man, about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;9" high and sets him on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;it on the counter as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano bench, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;which he places in front of the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The little man sits down at the piano, and starts playing a beautiful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;piece by Mozart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;"Where on earth did you get that?" says the bartender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The man responds by reaching into the paper bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;This time he pulls out a magic lamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;He hands it to the bartender and says: "Here. Rub it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;So the bartender rubs the lamp, and suddenly there's a gust of smoke and a beautiful genie is standing before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;"I will grant you one wish... Just one wish... each person is only allowed one!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The bartender gets real excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Without hesitating he says, "I want a million bucks!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;A few moments later, a duck walks into the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;It is soon followed by another duck, then another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Pretty soon, the entire bar is filled with ducks and they keep coming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;The bartender turns to the man and says, "Y'know, I think your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;genie's a little deaf. I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;"No shit!!" says the man, "do you really think I asked for a 9 inch pianist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="arial"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-stat.com/?id=2097" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.web-stat.com/affiliate_banner4.jpg" width="234" height="60" border="0" alt="Web-Stat web traffic analysis" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=httpdavesblog-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=12&amp;l=st1&amp;mode=books&amp;search=jokes%20humor&amp;fc1=3D81EE&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;lc1=A9B1C3&amp;bg1=000000&amp;f=ifr" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" width="300" height="250" border="0" frameborder="0" style="border:none;" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://davesjokes.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-walks-into-bar-with-paper-bag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (lazerjock66)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2362443907431415261.post-4606455353409573707</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-01T15:14:52.606-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Wife's Cat</title><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;A man absolutely hated his wife's cat and decided to get rid of him one day by driving him 20 blocks from his home and leaving him at the park.&lt;br /&gt;
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As he was getting home, the cat was walking up the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, he decided to drive the cat 40 blocks away. He put the beast out and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Driving back up his driveway, there was the cat!&lt;br /&gt;
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He kept taking the cat further and further an d the cat would always beat him home. At last, he decided to drive a few miles away, turn right, then left, past the bridge, then right again and another right until he reached what he thought was a safe distance from his home and left the cat there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hours later the man calls home to his wife:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Honey, is the cat there?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes," the wife answers, "why do you ask?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Frustrated, the man answered, "Put that son of a bitch on the phone, I'm lost and need directions!"&lt;br /&gt;
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He says to her, "Hey miss, would you let me bite your breasts for $100 dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Are you nuts?!!" she replies, and keeps walking away.&lt;br /&gt;
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He turns around, runs around the block and gets to the corner before she does.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Would you let me bite your breasts for $1,000 dollars?", he asks again.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Listen you, I'm not that kind of woman! Got it?"&lt;br /&gt;
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So the guy run around the next block and faces her again.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Would you let me bite your breasts just once for $10,000 dollars?"&lt;br /&gt;
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She thinks about it for a while and says, "Hmmm, $10,000 dollars, eh?  Ok, just once, but not here. Let's go to that dark alley over there."&lt;br /&gt;
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So they go into the alley, where she takes off her blouse to reveal the most perfect breasts in the world. As soon as he sees them, he grabs them and starts caressing them, fondling them slowly, kissing them, licking them, burying his face in them, but not biting them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The woman finally gets annoyed and asks, "Well? Are you gonna bite them or not?'&lt;br /&gt;
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"Nah", he replies. "Costs way too much!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Finally sick of the stress he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Alaska as far from humanity as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise it's total peace and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Name's Cliff, your neighbor from forty miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come. About 5:00."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Great," says Tom. "After six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As Cliff is leaving, he stops. "Gotta warn you. Be some drinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Not a problem" says Tom. "After 25 years in the business, I can drink with the best of 'em"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Again, the big man starts to leave and stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some fightin' too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right. I'll be there. Thanks again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Now that's really not a problem" says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months! I'll definitely be there. By the way, what should I wear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."&lt;br /&gt;
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