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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;DUEFQn45fSp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:46:53.025-08:00</updated><category term="Classroom Jokes" /><category term="Ironic Jokes" /><category term="Hell Jokes" /><category term="Court Jokes" /><category term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category term="Animal Jokes" /><category term="Little Johnny Jokes" /><category term="Genie Jokes" /><category term="Old Man Jokes" /><category term="Lawyer Jokes" /><category term="Bald Jokes" /><category term="Sex Jokes" /><category term="Political Jokes" /><category term="Doctor Jokes" /><category term="Marriage Jokes" /><category term="Bar Jokes" /><category term="Wise Jokes" /><category term="Nun Jokes" /><category term="Mean Jokes" /><category term="Drunk Jokes" /><category term="General Jokes" /><category term="Office Jokes" /><category term="Butler Jokes" /><category term="Stranded Jokes" /><title>The Joke Feed</title><subtitle type="html">Subscribe to our blog and read new and funny jokes every day. If you have a joke that we do not have then please submit it to us.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>A Blogger</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>76</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/TheJokeFeed" /><feedburner:info uri="thejokefeed" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGR3Y8fyp7ImA9WxdbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-2321073245167238064</id><published>2008-08-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:07:06.877-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:07:06.877-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Jokes" /><title>Woman's Dictionary</title><content type="html">&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes = No&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No = Yes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe = No&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sorry = You'll be sorry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need = I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's your decision = My correct decision should be obvious&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do what you want = You'll pay for this later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We need to talk = I need to complain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sure go ahead = I don't want you to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not upset = Of course I'm upset, you moron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want new curtains = carpeting, furniture, and wallpaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you love me? = I'm going to ask for something expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;How much do you love me? = I did something today you're&lt;br /&gt;going to hate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be ready in a minute = Kick off your shoes and find a&lt;br /&gt;good game on TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have to learn to communicate = Just agree with me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you listening to me!? = Too late, you're dead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-2321073245167238064?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2321073245167238064/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=2321073245167238064" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2321073245167238064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2321073245167238064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/_3OLxPQ10jg/womans-dictionary.html" title="Woman's Dictionary" /><author><name>A Blogger</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://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/08/womans-dictionary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGRX48fip7ImA9WxdbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-6973176007140293119</id><published>2008-08-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:05:24.076-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:05:24.076-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mean Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Drunk Jokes" /><title>Prediction</title><content type="html">A woman was shopping at her local supermarket&lt;br /&gt;where she selected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half-gallon of 2% milk, a carton of eggs, a quart of orange juice, a head of romaine lettuce, a 2 lb. can of coffee, and a 1 lb. package of bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she was unloading her items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind her watched as she placed the items in front of the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the cashier was ringing up her purchases, the drunk calmly stated, "You must be single."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was a bit startled by this proclamation, but she was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since she was indeed single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about her selections that could have tipped off the drunk to her marital status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity getting the better of her, she said&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you know what, you're absolutely correct. But how on earth did you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drunk replied, "Cause you're ugly"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-6973176007140293119?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6973176007140293119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=6973176007140293119" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6973176007140293119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6973176007140293119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/zx7RzG0zIYs/prediction.html" title="Prediction" /><author><name>A Blogger</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://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/08/prediction.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUHSHc6fyp7ImA9WxdbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-3606839728452499081</id><published>2008-08-07T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:03:59.917-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:03:59.917-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nun Jokes" /><title>Two Nuns and a Vampire</title><content type="html">Two nuns are on vacation in Transylvania. Despite all&lt;br /&gt;the warnings to the contrary, they've stayed out after&lt;br /&gt;dark. Sure enough, as they're driving along, a vampire&lt;br /&gt;flies out of the night and lands on their windshield,&lt;br /&gt;hissing and baring his horrible bloody fangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord! What shall we do?" cries the first nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn on the windshield wipers. Maybe that will break&lt;br /&gt;his grip," answers the second nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck. Now the vampire is wet and angry. He claws&lt;br /&gt;at the windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what shall we do?" yells the first nun, getting&lt;br /&gt;even more scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weave the car back and forth. Maybe he'll fall off,"&lt;br /&gt;says the second nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck. The vampire is beating on the glass now, and&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOW WHAT!?!?!" cries the first nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second nun tries to remember how to get rid of vampires.&lt;br /&gt;She has a sudden flash of insight. "Show him your cross!"&lt;br /&gt;she yells, triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second nun sticks her head out the window and yells,&lt;br /&gt;"Get off the fucking car, you asshole!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-3606839728452499081?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3606839728452499081/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=3606839728452499081" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3606839728452499081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3606839728452499081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/TlErYnFVdqI/two-nuns-and-vampire.html" title="Two Nuns and a Vampire" /><author><name>A Blogger</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://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-nuns-and-vampire.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBRH47fCp7ImA9WxdbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-2450254422388493443</id><published>2008-08-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:02:35.004-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:02:35.004-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironic Jokes" /><title>The Wall</title><content type="html">In Jerusalem, a female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who&lt;br /&gt;had been going to the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, everyday, for a&lt;br /&gt;long, long time. So she went to check it out. She went to the Wailing Wall&lt;br /&gt;and there he was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave,&lt;br /&gt;she approached him for an interview. "I'm Rebbecca Smith from CNN. Sir, how&lt;br /&gt;long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For about 60 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray&lt;br /&gt;for all the hatred to stop and I pray for all our children to grow up in&lt;br /&gt;safety and friendship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I'm talking to a fuckin' wall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-2450254422388493443?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2450254422388493443/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=2450254422388493443" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2450254422388493443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2450254422388493443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/poFj9cocpSQ/wall.html" title="The Wall" /><author><name>A Blogger</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://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQn8yeSp7ImA9WxdbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-8259351426506935045</id><published>2008-08-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:01:13.191-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-07T11:01:13.191-07:00</app:edited><title>Nurse Fan Club</title><content type="html">A handsome young lad went into the hospital for some minor surgery, and the day after the procedure a friend stopped by to see how the guy was doing. His friend was amazed at the number of nurses who entered the room in short intervals with refreshments, offers to fluff his pillows, make the bed, give back rubs, etc. "Why all the attention?" the friend asked, "You look fine to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know!" grinned the patient. "But the nurses kind of formed a little fan club when they all heard that my circumcision required twenty-seven stitches."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-8259351426506935045?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8259351426506935045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=8259351426506935045" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8259351426506935045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8259351426506935045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/0SlzTJCg8nI/nurse-fan-club.html" title="Nurse Fan Club" /><author><name>A Blogger</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://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/08/nurse-fan-club.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBQ30ycSp7ImA9WxdVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-6529677311149103775</id><published>2008-07-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:14:12.399-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T20:14:12.399-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doctor Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Larry's Bar</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/458625477_d1a37d6b44_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/458625477_d1a37d6b44_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man goes to a shrink and says, "Doctor, my wife is unfaithful to me. Every evening, she goes to Larry's bar and picks up men. In fact, She sleeps with anybody who asks her! I'm going crazy. What do you think I should do?" "Relax," says the Doctor, "take a deep breath and calm down. Now, tell me, exactly where is Larry's bar?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-6529677311149103775?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6529677311149103775/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=6529677311149103775" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6529677311149103775?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6529677311149103775?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/5bQ3bUtOO-E/larrys-bar.html" title="Larry's Bar" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/458625477_d1a37d6b44_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/larrys-bar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGQH4zcSp7ImA9WxdVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-2228595479062050889</id><published>2008-07-23T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:12:01.089-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T20:12:01.089-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironic Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Just Told</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2307426429_80be8891f5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2307426429_80be8891f5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman had been away for two days visiting a sick friend in another city. When she returned, her little boy greeted her by saying, "Mommy, guess what! Yesterday I was playing in the closet in your bedroom and daddy came into the room with the lady next door and they got undressed and got into your bed and then daddy got on top of her..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonny's mother held up her hand. "Not another word. Wait till your father comes home and then I want you to tell him exactly what you've just told me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father came home. As he walked into the house, his wife said, "I'm leaving you. I'm packing now and I'm leaving you." "But why--" asked the startled father. "Go ahead, Sonny. Tell daddy just what you told me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," Sonny said, "I was playing in your bedroom closet and daddy came upstairs with the lady next door and they got undressed and got into bed and daddy got on top of her and then they did just what you did with uncle John when daddy was away last summer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-2228595479062050889?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2228595479062050889/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=2228595479062050889" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2228595479062050889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2228595479062050889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/rHoYgkeQzd4/just-told.html" title="Just Told" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2307426429_80be8891f5_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-told.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkENSXs9fip7ImA9WxdVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-3591890974164371596</id><published>2008-07-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:04:58.566-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-23T20:04:58.566-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Occupations</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/223556326_99172e9ce1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/223556326_99172e9ce1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three guys were on a trip to Saudi Arabia. One day, they stumbled into a harem tent filled with over 100 beautiful women. They started getting friendly with all the women, when suddenly the Sheik came in. "I am the master of all these women. No one else can touch them except me. You three men must pay for what you have done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be punished in a way corresponding to your profession." The sheik turns to the first man and asks him what he does for a living. "I'm a cop", says the first man. "Then we will shoot your penis off!", said the sheik. He then turned to the second man and asked him what he did for a living. "I'm a firemen", said the second man. "Then we will burn your penis off!", said the sheik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he asked the last man, "And you, what do you do for a living?" And the third man answered, with a sly grin, "I'm a lollipop salesman!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-3591890974164371596?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3591890974164371596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=3591890974164371596" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3591890974164371596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3591890974164371596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/bkf9m7pp2XQ/occupations.html" title="Occupations" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/223556326_99172e9ce1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/occupations.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FRngycSp7ImA9WxdVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-524362167209091829</id><published>2008-07-22T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:20:17.699-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-22T16:20:17.699-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironic Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Butler Jokes" /><title>The Butler</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/2082288669_777facaf84_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/2082288669_777facaf84_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wealthy couple prepared to go out for the evening. The woman of the house gave their butler, Jervis, the night off. She said they would return home very late, and she hoped he would enjoy his evening. The wife wasn't having a good time at the party. So, she came home early, alone. Her husband stayed on, socializing with important clients. As the woman walked into her house, she found Jervis by himself in the dining room. She called him to follow her, and led him into the master bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to him and said, in the voice she knew he must obey, "Jervis, I want you to take off my dress." This he did, hanging it carefully over a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jervis," she continued, "now take off my stockings and garter belt." Again, Jervis silently obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, Jervis, I want you to remove my bra and panties." Eyes downcast, Jervis obeyed. Both were breathing heavily, the tension mounting between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked sternly at him and said, "Jervis, if I ever catch you wearing my stuff again, you're fired!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-524362167209091829?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/524362167209091829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=524362167209091829" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/524362167209091829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/524362167209091829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/vta5x5RWwXY/butler.html" title="The Butler" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2177/2082288669_777facaf84_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/butler.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYDQnw7eip7ImA9WxdWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-4485140654115125126</id><published>2008-07-09T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:42:53.202-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-09T23:42:53.202-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironic Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stranded Jokes" /><title>One Year One Wish</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHWvAU195cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3fqW-E7Xjkc/s1600-h/lighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHWvAU195cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3fqW-E7Xjkc/s200/lighter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221271763135882690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three guys that won a contest. They would get to spend a year in a room with anything they chose. The first guy loves to have sex. So they put him in a room for a year with over 200 girls to have sex with for a year. The second guy loved to get drunk. So they put him in a room with every beer there ever was to drink for a year. The third guy loved to smoke. So they put him in a room with every kind of cigarette there was to smoke. Two hours later they hear the guy that loved to smoke banging on the door but they say screw him, he's in there for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later they let them out. They first guy came out and he could barely walk, after how many times he had sex. The second guy came out and couldn't walk because he was so drunk. The third guy came out crying. They asked him why he was banging on the door and why he was crying. He said, " I forgot my lighter!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-4485140654115125126?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4485140654115125126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=4485140654115125126" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4485140654115125126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4485140654115125126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/u62Qzy0D2wk/one-year-one-wish.html" title="One Year One Wish" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHWvAU195cI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3fqW-E7Xjkc/s72-c/lighter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-one-wish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GRHc6eyp7ImA9WxdWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-1165779372696517837</id><published>2008-07-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:15:25.913-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T16:15:25.913-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Classroom Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><title>3 Little Pigs</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHP0898WP2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/13OomDySV0s/s1600-h/3-little-pigs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHP0898WP2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/13OomDySV0s/s200/3-little-pigs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220785721309544290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She read, "...and so the pig went up to the man with the wheel barrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy shit! A talking pig!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-1165779372696517837?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/1165779372696517837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=1165779372696517837" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/1165779372696517837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/1165779372696517837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/jqscNeNW3MI/3-little-pigs.html" title="3 Little Pigs" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHP0898WP2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/13OomDySV0s/s72-c/3-little-pigs.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-little-pigs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECR3ozeSp7ImA9WxdWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-4451527263844913896</id><published>2008-07-08T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:11:06.481-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T16:11:06.481-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lawyer Jokes" /><title>Lawyers</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHPz9uvw4BI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5LKPOYDN6tc/s1600-h/anal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHPz9uvw4BI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5LKPOYDN6tc/s200/anal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220784634898472978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn't sure it was such a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor asked, "Do you enjoy it?" She said that she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "Does it hurt you?" She said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor then told her, "Well, then, there's no reason that you shouldn't practice anal sex, if that's what you like, so long as you take care not to get pregnant." The woman was mystified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "You can get pregnant from anal sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-4451527263844913896?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4451527263844913896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=4451527263844913896" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4451527263844913896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4451527263844913896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/w_qugh8sd2o/lawyers.html" title="Lawyers" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHPz9uvw4BI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5LKPOYDN6tc/s72-c/anal.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/lawyers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMARXcyeyp7ImA9WxdWFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-8394939622386747588</id><published>2008-07-07T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T20:07:24.993-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-07T20:07:24.993-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Court Jokes" /><title>Pickpocket</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHLZ6EgYSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/TwcXGuOubLA/s1600-h/wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHLZ6EgYSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/TwcXGuOubLA/s200/wallet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220474509741017522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pick pocket was up in court for a series of petty crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge said "Mr. Banks you are hereby fined $100."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer stood up and said "Thanks, my lord, however my client only has $75 on him at this time, but if you'd allow him a few minutes in the crowd..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-8394939622386747588?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8394939622386747588/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=8394939622386747588" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8394939622386747588?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8394939622386747588?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/aWz7WHrISVo/pickpocket.html" title="Pickpocket" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wYU_d95Hq4o/SHLZ6EgYSbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/TwcXGuOubLA/s72-c/wallet.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/pickpocket.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcCQXc5cCp7ImA9WxdWE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-3094697040098379098</id><published>2008-07-06T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:11:00.928-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-06T18:11:00.928-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Jokes" /><title>Help</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2329113807_9fbd917231_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2329113807_9fbd917231_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class assignment in composition was to write about something unusual that happened during the past week. Little Irving got up to read his. "Papa fell in the well last week - " he began. "Good heavens," shrieked Mrs. Kroop, the teacher. "Is he all right now?" "He must be," said little Irving. "He stopped yelling for help yesterday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-3094697040098379098?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/3094697040098379098/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=3094697040098379098" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3094697040098379098?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/3094697040098379098?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/ZsV_2uvfg5s/help.html" title="Help" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2329113807_9fbd917231_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/07/help.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CSHc8cSp7ImA9WxdQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-31297405749652126</id><published>2008-06-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:16:09.979-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-19T17:16:09.979-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mean Jokes" /><title>Bambi</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/328268324_e862a53a93_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/328268324_e862a53a93_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and Harriet decided to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. When he entered the hotel / casino and recorded a sweet young woman dressed in a very short skirt became very friendly. George brushed her off. Harriet objected, "George, that woman was nice, and you were so rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harriet, she is a prostitute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not believe you. That sweet thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go to our room and I will prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his room, George called to the desk and asked that 'Bambi' to come to room 1217. "Now," he said, "you are hiding in the bathroom with the door open just enough for us to listen, OK?" Soon, there was a knock at the door. George opened and walked to Bambi, swirl their hips provocatively. George asked: "How much does it cost?" "$125 base rate, $100 tips for special services." Even George was surprised. "$125! I was thinking more in the range of $25." Bambi laughed derisively. "You must really be a hick if you think you can buy sex for that price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said George, "I do not think we can do business. Goodbye." After she left, Harriet left the bathroom. She said: "I can not believe!" George said: "Let's forget about it. Let's go have a drink, then eat&lt;br /&gt;dinner. "In the bar, sipping their cocktails, Bambi came up behind George, Bambi noted slyly and said:" See what you get for $25? "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-31297405749652126?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/31297405749652126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=31297405749652126" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/31297405749652126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/31297405749652126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/JusCux-rnJI/bambi.html" title="Bambi" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/328268324_e862a53a93_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/06/bambi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HSXs-fCp7ImA9WxdQGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-6061856166629605242</id><published>2008-06-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:57:18.554-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-19T16:57:18.554-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ironic Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doctor Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Gonorrhea</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/397357901_94eba5c9dc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/397357901_94eba5c9dc_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doc, I believe that my son has gonorrhea," one patient told his urologist on the phone. "The only woman who is screwing is our servant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, do not be hard on him. He's just a child," the doctor soothed. "Get him here and then I will look after him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Doc. I've been screwing the servant too and I have the same symptoms he has."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you come too and I will fix you both up." Replied the doctor. "Well," the man admitted, "I think my wife has it too. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son of a bitch!" Roar the doctor. "This means that we all have!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-6061856166629605242?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/6061856166629605242/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=6061856166629605242" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6061856166629605242?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/6061856166629605242?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/JYLokzX--0w/gonorrhea.html" title="Gonorrhea" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/397357901_94eba5c9dc_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/06/gonorrhea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGRn4yfyp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-5805138191982818616</id><published>2008-04-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:53:47.097-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:53:47.097-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Business Trip</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2295411843_866baed266_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2295411843_866baed266_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon left for a two day business trip to Chicago. He was only a few blocks away from his house when he realized he'd left his plane ticket on top of his dresser. He turned around and headed back to the house. He quietly entered the door, walked into the kitchen. He saw his wife washing the breakfast dishes, wearing her skimpiest negligee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so good that he tiptoed up behind her, reached out, and squeezed her left tit. "Leave only one quart of milk," she said. "Jon won't be here for breakfast tomorrow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-5805138191982818616?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5805138191982818616/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=5805138191982818616" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/5805138191982818616?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/5805138191982818616?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/8emUX87HTqw/business-trip.html" title="Business Trip" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3179/2295411843_866baed266_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/business-trip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQHg7fSp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-4005167545550049382</id><published>2008-04-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:50:01.605-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:50:01.605-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Restaurant</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2296341340_086f102d44_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2296341340_086f102d44_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress walks up to one of her tables in a New York City restaurant and notices that the three Japanese businessmen seated there are furiously masturbating. She says, "What the hell do you guys think you are doing?" One of the Japanese men says, "Can't you see? We are all berry hungry." The waitress says, "So how is whacking-off in the middle of the restaurant going to help that situation??" One of the other businessmen replies: "The menu say, FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-4005167545550049382?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4005167545550049382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=4005167545550049382" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4005167545550049382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4005167545550049382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/8eyKdJvgAKY/restaurant.html" title="Restaurant" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3073/2296341340_086f102d44_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/restaurant.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUECQHw-eCp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-504157235452445704</id><published>2008-04-29T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:47:41.250-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:47:41.250-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bald Jokes" /><title>Baldness</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/1682336797_b5ae06a011_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/1682336797_b5ae06a011_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his monthly visit to the corner barbershop, this fellow asked his barber for any suggestions on how to treat his increasing baldness. After a brief pause, the barber leaned over and confided that the best thing he'd come across was, er, female juices. "But you're balder than I am," protested the customer. "True," admitted the barber, "but you've gotta admit I've got one hell of a mustache!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-504157235452445704?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/504157235452445704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=504157235452445704" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/504157235452445704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/504157235452445704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/LhrvBj-KGBo/baldness.html" title="Baldness" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/1682336797_b5ae06a011_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/baldness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDSXszeip7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-8296978374626606247</id><published>2008-04-29T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:44:38.582-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:44:38.582-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Johnny Jokes" /><title>Watch</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/402599607_69ba702a73_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/402599607_69ba702a73_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the playground with his friend, Little Johnny noticed that Jimmy was wearing a brand new, shiny watch. "Did you get that for your birthday?" asked Little Johnny. "Nope." replied Jimmy. "Well, did you get it for Christmas then?". Again Jimmy says "Nope." "You didn't steal it, did you?" asks Little Johnny. "No," said Jimmy. "I went into Mom and Dad's bedroom the other night when they were 'doing the nasty'. Dad gave me his watch to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny was extremely impressed with this idea, and extremely jealous of Jimmy's new watch. He vowed to get one for himself. That night, he waited outside his parents' bedroom until he heard the unmistakable noises of&lt;br /&gt;lovemaking. Just then, he swung the door wide open and boldly strode into the bedroom. His father, caught in mid stroke, turned and said angrily. "What do you want now?" "I wanna watch," Johnny replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a stroke, his father said, "Fine. Stand in the corner and watch, but keep quiet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-8296978374626606247?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/8296978374626606247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=8296978374626606247" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8296978374626606247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/8296978374626606247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/eY0Uu7X8bs4/watch.html" title="Watch" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/402599607_69ba702a73_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQnoyeSp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-4397477701706623027</id><published>2008-04-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:42:23.491-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:42:23.491-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Urge</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/300374048_52359c8eb0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/300374048_52359c8eb0_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy riding through the desert on his camel. He had been traveling so long that he felt the need to have sex. Obviously there were no women in the desert so the man turned to his camel. He tried to position himself to have sex with his camel but the camel ran away. The man ran to catch up to the camel and got back on and started to ride again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was feeling the urge to have sex again so once again he turned to his camel. The camel refused by running away. So he caught up to it again and go on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after riding the camel through the whole desert the man came to a road. There was a broken down car with three big chested beautiful blonds sitting in it. He went up to them and asked the women if they needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hottest girl said ,"If you fix our car we will do anything you want." The man luckily knew a thing or two about cars and fixed it in a flash. When he finished are three girls asked,"How could we ever repay you Mr." After thinking for a short while he replied,"Could you hold my camel?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-4397477701706623027?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4397477701706623027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=4397477701706623027" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4397477701706623027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4397477701706623027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/5MY0TMnYuvA/urge.html" title="Urge" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/300374048_52359c8eb0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/urge.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUERXk6cCp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-4047528777881798053</id><published>2008-04-29T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:40:04.718-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:40:04.718-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal Jokes" /><title>The Gorilla Extractor</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/27362433_2c2a313bee_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/27362433_2c2a313bee_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady is eating breakfast out on her patio one morning, when she notices a massive gorilla climbing up her palm tree. This sight scares her so she runs inside her house.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out what to do she grabs the yellow pages and looks it up. Sure enough right in the yellow pages is a big ad for gorilla extractors. She calls the number and the man on the other end of the line says he'll be right over.&lt;br /&gt;When he shows up he explains to the lady that it is a pretty common problem and it should only take a few minutes. First he must get his equipment. So from his truck he grabs a stepladder, a shotgun, an eight foot pole, handcuffs and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;The lady exclaims, "What the hell is all that stuff for?"&lt;br /&gt;The gorilla extractor explains, "First I climb up on the stepladder and ram this here pole up the gorilla ass. This will cause the gorilla to fall from the tree at which point that mean ass dog will bite the gorilla in the balls. This temporarily paralyzes the gorilla. At which point I put the handcuffs on the gorilla and take him away."&lt;br /&gt;The lady asks, "What's the shotgun for?"&lt;br /&gt;The man answers, "If I fall off the ladder, you shoot the dog!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-4047528777881798053?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/4047528777881798053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=4047528777881798053" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4047528777881798053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/4047528777881798053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/aWwdqDNCIXs/gorilla-extractor.html" title="The Gorilla Extractor" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/27362433_2c2a313bee_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/gorilla-extractor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcBR3o_eyp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-5961304572049494829</id><published>2008-04-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:37:36.443-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:37:36.443-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marriage Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Doctor Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Tap</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/103315736_dc127ed1b2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/103315736_dc127ed1b2_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having determined that the husband was infertile, a childless couple decided to try artificial insemination. When the woman showed up at the clinic, she was told to undress, get up on the table and place her feet in the stirrups. She was feeling very uncomfortable about the whole situation and when the doctor started dropping his pants, she freaked. "Wait a second! What the hell is going on here?" she yelled. "Don't you want to get pregnant?" asked the doctor. "Well, yes, but…" stammered the woman. "Well lie back and spread 'em," replied the doctor. "Were out of the bottled stuff, so you'll just have to settle for what's on tap."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-5961304572049494829?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/5961304572049494829/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=5961304572049494829" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/5961304572049494829?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/5961304572049494829?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/IcK7AQ3kVoo/tap.html" title="Tap" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/103315736_dc127ed1b2_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/tap.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ARX47cSp7ImA9WxZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-7257810909017574415</id><published>2008-04-29T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:34:04.009-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-29T19:34:04.009-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Smart Ass Jokes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Name</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/663062284_e83634e1c1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/663062284_e83634e1c1_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy is talking to a girl in a bar.&lt;br /&gt;He says, "What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Carmen."&lt;br /&gt;He says, "That's a nice name. Who named you, your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "No, I named myself."&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Why Carmen?"&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Because I like cars and I like men. What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Beersex."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-7257810909017574415?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/7257810909017574415/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=7257810909017574415" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/7257810909017574415?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/7257810909017574415?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/OBIlNDB2D7Y/name.html" title="Name" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/663062284_e83634e1c1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/name.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABRHg4fyp7ImA9WxZaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959401672703104703.post-2722161652456381745</id><published>2008-04-25T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:22:35.637-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-25T21:22:35.637-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sex Jokes" /><title>Virgin</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509204509_531428cef8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509204509_531428cef8_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a tiny village lived an old maid. In spite of her old age, she was still a virgin. She was very proud of it. She knew her last days were getting closer, so she told the local undertaker that she wanted the following inscription on her tombstone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Born as a virgin, lived as a virgin, died as a virgin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after, the old maid died peacefully, and the undertaker told his men what the lady had said. The men went to carve it in, but as the lazy no-goods they were, they thought the inscription to be unnecessarily long. They simply wrote: "Returned unopened."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5959401672703104703-2722161652456381745?l=jokefeed.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/feeds/2722161652456381745/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5959401672703104703&amp;postID=2722161652456381745" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2722161652456381745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5959401672703104703/posts/default/2722161652456381745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheJokeFeed/~3/Qp2Adul7dV4/virgin.html" title="Virgin" /><author><name>A Blogger</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/509204509_531428cef8_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jokefeed.blogspot.com/2008/04/virgin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

