<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006</id><updated>2026-06-23T09:26:11.637+01:00</updated><category term="Funny jokes"/><category term="General jokes"/><category term="Couple jokes"/><category term="Stupidity jokes"/><category term="School jokes"/><category term="Family jokes"/><category term="Johnny jokes"/><category term="Religion jokes"/><category term="hospital jokes"/><category term="Riddles"/><category term="Blonde jokes"/><category term="Animal jokes"/><category term="Bar jokes"/><category term="Funny pictures"/><category term="Devil jokes"/><category term="Sadar jokes"/><category term="Computer jokes"/><category term="Quotes and wise sayings"/><category term="Stupid questions"/><category term="Test your smartness"/><category term="quotes"/><category term="Brain teasers"/><category term="definition jokes"/><category term="Birthday jokes"/><category term="Couple joke"/><category term="Interesting facts"/><category term="Relationship jokes"/><category term="yo mama jokes"/><title type='text'>IT IS A J0KE</title><subtitle type='html'>Have a wonLAUGHul experience with the best of JOKES, increase your reasoning level with RIDDLES.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-7782099435042440980</id><published>2012-09-30T07:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T07:03:40.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman had a cat which she loved so much, she named the cat ENOUGH. One day, the cat was not seen and so, the woman decided to check around for it. After an ultimate search and still not being able to find the cat, she decided to check inside the room, while in the room, she bent down to check under the bed for the cat, this made her breasts exposed such that anybody around would see it as clear as crystal. With frustration, the woman asked the house boy who had been staring at the exposed breasts, &#39;have you seen ENOUGH?&#39; the house boy, confused, answered the woman, yes, madam, I&#39;ve even seen more than enough</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7782099435042440980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-woman-had-cat-which-she-loved-so-much.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7782099435042440980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7782099435042440980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/09/a-woman-had-cat-which-she-loved-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-5826870491874023666</id><published>2012-08-30T05:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-30T05:58:31.851+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><title type='text'>WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE WHEN...</title><content type='html'>A man was walking down&lt;br /&gt;
the street when he was&lt;br /&gt;
accosted by a particularly&lt;br /&gt;
dirty and shabby-looking&lt;br /&gt;
homeless man who asked&lt;br /&gt;
him for a couple of dollars&lt;br /&gt;
for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
The man took out his wallet,&lt;br /&gt;
extracted ten dollars and&lt;br /&gt;
asked, &quot;If I give you this&lt;br /&gt;
money, will you buy some&lt;br /&gt;
beer with it instead?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No, I had to stop drinking&lt;br /&gt;
years ago,&quot; the homeless&lt;br /&gt;
man replied.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Will you use it to gamble&lt;br /&gt;
instead of buying food?&quot; the&lt;br /&gt;
man asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;No, I don&#39;t gamble,&quot; the&lt;br /&gt;
homeless man said. &quot;I need&lt;br /&gt;
everything I can get just to&lt;br /&gt;
stay alive.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Will you spend it on greens&lt;br /&gt;
fees at a golf course instead&lt;br /&gt;
of food?&quot; the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Are you nuts!&quot; replied the&lt;br /&gt;
homeless man. &quot;I haven&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
played golf in 20 years!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Will you spend the money&lt;br /&gt;
on a woman in the red light&lt;br /&gt;
district instead of food?&quot; the&lt;br /&gt;
man asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What disease would I get&lt;br /&gt;
for ten lousy bucks?!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
exclaimed the homeless man.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well,&quot; said the man, &quot;I&#39;m&lt;br /&gt;
not going to give you the&lt;br /&gt;
money. Instead, I&#39;m going to&lt;br /&gt;
take you home for a terrific&lt;br /&gt;
dinner cooked by my wife.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The homeless man was&lt;br /&gt;
astounded. &quot;Won&#39;t your wife&lt;br /&gt;
be furious with you for&lt;br /&gt;
doing that? I know I&#39;m dirty,&lt;br /&gt;
and I probably smell pretty&lt;br /&gt;
disgusting.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The man replied, &quot;That&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
okay. I just want her to see&lt;br /&gt;
what a man who&lt;br /&gt;
gives up beer, gambling,&lt;br /&gt;
golf, and sex look like&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5826870491874023666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-man-looks-like-when.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5826870491874023666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5826870491874023666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-man-looks-like-when.html' title='WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE WHEN...'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-8671896174411678766</id><published>2012-08-25T20:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-25T20:52:09.479+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes"/><title type='text'>COURT CASE</title><content type='html'>Two young guys appear in&lt;br /&gt;
court after being arrested for&lt;br /&gt;
smoking Marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;
The judge says, &#39;You seem like&lt;br /&gt;
nice young men, and I&#39;d like&lt;br /&gt;
to give you a second chance&lt;br /&gt;
instead of jail time. I want&lt;br /&gt;
you to go out this weekend&lt;br /&gt;
and try to convince others of&lt;br /&gt;
the evils of drug use. I&#39;ll see&lt;br /&gt;
you back in court Monday.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
On Monday, the judge asks&lt;br /&gt;
the first guy, &#39;How did you do&lt;br /&gt;
over the weekend?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Well, your honor, I&lt;br /&gt;
persuaded 17 people to give&lt;br /&gt;
up drugs forever.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Seventeen people? That&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
wonderful. How did you do&lt;br /&gt;
it?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;I used a diagram, your&lt;br /&gt;
honor. I drew two circles like&lt;br /&gt;
this: O o. Then I told them&lt;br /&gt;
that the big circle is your&lt;br /&gt;
brain before drugs and the&lt;br /&gt;
small circle is your brain after&lt;br /&gt;
drugs.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;That&#39;s admirable,&#39; says the&lt;br /&gt;
judge. Then he turns to the&lt;br /&gt;
second guy. &#39;And how did you&lt;br /&gt;
do?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Well, your honor, I&lt;br /&gt;
persuaded 156 people to give&lt;br /&gt;
up drugs forever.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Wow!&#39; says the judge. &#39;156&lt;br /&gt;
people! How did you manage&lt;br /&gt;
to do that?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Well, I used a similar&lt;br /&gt;
diagram,&#39; the guy says. &#39;I&lt;br /&gt;
drew two circles like this: o O.&lt;br /&gt;
Then I pointed to the little&lt;br /&gt;
circle and said, &#39;This is your&lt;br /&gt;
asshole before prison.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8671896174411678766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/court-case.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8671896174411678766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8671896174411678766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/court-case.html' title='COURT CASE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1886380872090545184</id><published>2012-08-22T08:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-22T08:03:49.294+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>THE MAN SHE LOVES MOST</title><content type='html'>One day a man came back&lt;br /&gt;
early from his office. He was&lt;br /&gt;
shocked to&lt;br /&gt;
see his wife with another&lt;br /&gt;
man -&lt;br /&gt;
jona. He told his wife to go&lt;br /&gt;
out of the room. Then he said&lt;br /&gt;
to&lt;br /&gt;
jona, &quot;what are you doing&lt;br /&gt;
here?&quot;jona&lt;br /&gt;
replied &quot;I love your wife &amp;&lt;br /&gt;
she loves me too.” To this&lt;br /&gt;
the&lt;br /&gt;
man&lt;br /&gt;
said &quot;I know that my wife&lt;br /&gt;
loves&lt;br /&gt;
me &amp; not you.&quot; After a long&lt;br /&gt;
conversation they decided&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;we&#39;ll&lt;br /&gt;
hold our guns &amp; fire at&lt;br /&gt;
each other&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;pretend to be dead. She&lt;br /&gt;
will&lt;br /&gt;
mourn for the guy she&lt;br /&gt;
loves the&lt;br /&gt;
most &amp; the other person&lt;br /&gt;
will get&lt;br /&gt;
out of their lives.&quot;The wife&lt;br /&gt;
heard&lt;br /&gt;
the gunshots, she came into&lt;br /&gt;
the&lt;br /&gt;
room, shocked and&lt;br /&gt;
surprised,&lt;br /&gt;
stood staring at both the&lt;br /&gt;
dead&lt;br /&gt;
bodies. Suddenly she&lt;br /&gt;
started&lt;br /&gt;
laughing out loudly,&lt;br /&gt;
rejoicing and&lt;br /&gt;
shouted &quot;kay get out of&lt;br /&gt;
that&lt;br /&gt;
wardrobe, these 2 idiots&lt;br /&gt;
are dead&lt;br /&gt;
now!”&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1886380872090545184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-man-she-loves-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1886380872090545184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1886380872090545184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-man-she-loves-most.html' title='THE MAN SHE LOVES MOST'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-8949096629648256952</id><published>2012-08-12T07:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-12T07:43:16.798+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School jokes"/><title type='text'>FRUSTRATED PRINCIPAL</title><content type='html'>A frustrated principal said to&lt;br /&gt;
his students on a monday&lt;br /&gt;
morning at the assembly&lt;br /&gt;
ground; Since the Genesis of&lt;br /&gt;
this term, some students&lt;br /&gt;
have been Exodusing home&lt;br /&gt;
early and i will use my&lt;br /&gt;
Levitical power to&lt;br /&gt;
Deuteronomise their&lt;br /&gt;
Numbers. To do this, i have&lt;br /&gt;
appointed Joshua as one of&lt;br /&gt;
the Judges, Ruth and Samuel&lt;br /&gt;
as Kings. To chronicle the&lt;br /&gt;
event is Ezra. Nehemiah and&lt;br /&gt;
Esther will complete the Job&lt;br /&gt;
and they shall all sing in&lt;br /&gt;
Psalms and speak in Proverbs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8949096629648256952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/frustrated-principal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8949096629648256952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8949096629648256952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/frustrated-principal.html' title='FRUSTRATED PRINCIPAL'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-7543245533796711961</id><published>2012-08-06T07:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-06T07:11:47.708+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><title type='text'>SACRIFICIAL GIVING|COUPLE JOKE</title><content type='html'>A married couple was in a terrible accident where the woman&#39;s face was severely burned. The doctor told the husband that they couldn&#39;t graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks. The husband and wife agreed that they would t...ell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter. After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman&#39;s new beauty. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before! All her friends and relatives just went on and on about her youthful beauty! One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, &quot;Dear, I want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you.&quot; &quot;My darling,&quot; he replied, &quot;think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother and father kiss you on the cheek.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7543245533796711961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/sacrificial-givingcouple-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7543245533796711961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7543245533796711961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/sacrificial-givingcouple-joke.html' title='SACRIFICIAL GIVING|COUPLE JOKE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-145210340549848236</id><published>2012-08-05T07:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-05T07:15:45.632+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School jokes"/><title type='text'>ENGLISH STUDENT</title><content type='html'>During a hostel inspection, a student whose bed&lt;br /&gt;
was untidy had the following conversation with&lt;br /&gt;
the house master who happens to be his english&lt;br /&gt;
teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : Why is your bed untidy?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student: I don&#39;t know Sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : Are you Mad?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student: That&#39;s a question sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : Don&#39;t be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student: Thanks for the advice sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : Get out of the Hostel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student: That&#39;s acommand sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : Goodness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student: That&#39;s an exclamation.sir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Master : May God have mercy on you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Student : That&#39;s a prayer sir, Thank you sir, for&lt;br /&gt;
 wishing me well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/145210340549848236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/english-student.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/145210340549848236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/145210340549848236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/english-student.html' title='ENGLISH STUDENT'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-6190642964805344640</id><published>2012-08-01T17:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T17:10:55.802+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>GOAL KEEPER SAVES BABY&#39;S LIFE</title><content type='html'>A soccer goalkeeper was walking&lt;br /&gt;
along the street one day when he&lt;br /&gt;
heard screams from a nearby&lt;br /&gt;
building. He looked up to see&lt;br /&gt;
smoke&lt;br /&gt;
billowing from a fourth-floor&lt;br /&gt;
window&lt;br /&gt;
and a woman leaning out&lt;br /&gt;
holding a&lt;br /&gt;
baby.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Help ! Help!&quot; screamed the&lt;br /&gt;
woman,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I need someone to catch my&lt;br /&gt;
baby!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
A crowd of onlookers had&lt;br /&gt;
gathered,&lt;br /&gt;
but none was confident about&lt;br /&gt;
catching a baby dropped from&lt;br /&gt;
such a&lt;br /&gt;
great height. then the&lt;br /&gt;
goalkeeper,&lt;br /&gt;
stepped forward. &quot;I&#39;m a&lt;br /&gt;
professional&lt;br /&gt;
goalkeeper,&quot; he called to the&lt;br /&gt;
woman.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;m renonwned for my safe&lt;br /&gt;
hands.&lt;br /&gt;
Drop the baby and I will catch it.&lt;br /&gt;
For&lt;br /&gt;
me, it will be just like catching a&lt;br /&gt;
ball.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The woman agreed:&quot;Ok, then.&lt;br /&gt;
When I&lt;br /&gt;
drop my baby, treat it as if you&lt;br /&gt;
were&lt;br /&gt;
catching a ball.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
On a count of three, the woman&lt;br /&gt;
dropped the baby. Everyone held&lt;br /&gt;
their breath as the goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;
lined&lt;br /&gt;
himself up to catch it. There was&lt;br /&gt;
a&lt;br /&gt;
huge sigh of relief, followed by&lt;br /&gt;
wild&lt;br /&gt;
cheering as the goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;
caught the&lt;br /&gt;
baby safely in his arms. Then he&lt;br /&gt;
bounced it twice on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
and&lt;br /&gt;
kicked it 50 yards down the&lt;br /&gt;
street.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/6190642964805344640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/goal-keeper-saves-babys-life.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6190642964805344640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/6190642964805344640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/08/goal-keeper-saves-babys-life.html' title='GOAL KEEPER SAVES BABY&#39;S LIFE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-3904575568613604182</id><published>2012-07-26T17:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T17:25:21.682+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship jokes"/><title type='text'>APPLICATION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER</title><content type='html'>Application to Date my&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter&lt;br /&gt;
NOTE: This application will be&lt;br /&gt;
incomplete and rejected unless&lt;br /&gt;
accompanied by a complete&lt;br /&gt;
financial statement, job history,&lt;br /&gt;
lineage, and current medical&lt;br /&gt;
report from your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;
NAME____________________&lt;br /&gt;
DATE OF BIRTH_____________&lt;br /&gt;
HEIGHT___________&lt;br /&gt;
WEIGHT____________ IQ__________&lt;br /&gt;
GPA______________&lt;br /&gt;
SOCIAL SECURITY#________________&lt;br /&gt;
DRIVERS LICENSE #________________&lt;br /&gt;
BOY SCOUT RANK AND&lt;br /&gt;
BADGES_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
HOME&lt;br /&gt;
ADDRESS_______________________&lt;br /&gt;
CITY/STATE___________ ZIP______&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have parents? ___Yes&lt;br /&gt;
___No&lt;br /&gt;
Number of years they have been&lt;br /&gt;
married&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________&lt;br /&gt;
If less than your age, explain&lt;br /&gt;
___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
ACCESSORIES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;
A. Do you own or have access to&lt;br /&gt;
a van? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
B. A truck with oversized tires?&lt;br /&gt;
__Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
D. A pickup with a mattress in&lt;br /&gt;
the back? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
F. Do you have an earring, nose&lt;br /&gt;
ring,&lt;br /&gt;
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or&lt;br /&gt;
a belly button ring? __Yes __No&lt;br /&gt;
(IF YOU ANSWERED &#39;YES&#39; TO ANY&lt;br /&gt;
OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE&lt;br /&gt;
APPLICATION&lt;br /&gt;
AND LEAVE PREMISES&lt;br /&gt;
IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST&lt;br /&gt;
RUNNING.)&lt;br /&gt;
ESSAY SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;
In 50 words or less, what does&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;LATE&#39; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
In 50 words or less, what does&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;DON&#39;T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
In 50 words or less, what does&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;ABSTINENCE&#39; mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
REFERENCES SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;
Church you attend&lt;br /&gt;
__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
How often you attend&lt;br /&gt;
________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
When would be the best time to&lt;br /&gt;
interview your:&lt;br /&gt;
father? _____________&lt;br /&gt;
mother? ____________&lt;br /&gt;
pastor? _____________&lt;br /&gt;
SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;
Answer by filling in the blank.&lt;br /&gt;
Please answer freely, all&lt;br /&gt;
answers are confidential.&lt;br /&gt;
A. If I were shot, the last place I&lt;br /&gt;
would want shot would be:&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
B. If I were beaten, the last bone&lt;br /&gt;
I would want broken is my:&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
C. A woman&#39;s place is in the:&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
D. The one thing I hope this&lt;br /&gt;
application does not ask me&lt;br /&gt;
about is:&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
E. What do you want to do IF&lt;br /&gt;
you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;
____________________________&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I&lt;br /&gt;
always notice about her first is:&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
G. What is the current going rate&lt;br /&gt;
of a hotel room?&lt;br /&gt;
________________________&lt;br /&gt;
I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;
SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND&lt;br /&gt;
CORRECT TO&lt;br /&gt;
THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE&lt;br /&gt;
UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH,&lt;br /&gt;
DISMEMBERMENT,&lt;br /&gt;
NATIVE AMERICAN ANT TORTURE,&lt;br /&gt;
CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROC UTION,&lt;br /&gt;
CHINESE&lt;br /&gt;
WATER TORTURE, RED HOT&lt;br /&gt;
POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON&lt;br /&gt;
KISS TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;
_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
Applicant&#39;s Signature (that&lt;br /&gt;
means sign your name, moron!)&lt;br /&gt;
_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
Mother&#39;s Signature &amp; Father&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
Signature&lt;br /&gt;
_______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
Pastor/Priest/Rabbi State&lt;br /&gt;
Representative/Congressman&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you for your interest, and&lt;br /&gt;
it had better be genuine and&lt;br /&gt;
non-sexual.&lt;br /&gt;
Please allow four to six years for&lt;br /&gt;
processing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3904575568613604182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/application-to-date-my-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3904575568613604182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3904575568613604182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/application-to-date-my-daughter.html' title='APPLICATION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-2862550975258537902</id><published>2012-07-26T07:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T07:11:32.734+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><title type='text'>DATING VERSUS MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>Dating vs. Marriage &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... Farting is never an issue. When you are married ....You make sure there&#39;s nothing flammable near your husband at all times. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... He holds your hand in public. When you are married ....He flicks your ear in public. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... A Single bed for 2 isn&#39;t THAT bad. When you are married ....A King size bed feels like an army cot. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... You are turned on at the sight of him naked. When you are married ....You think to yourself &quot;Was he ALWAYS this hairy????&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... You enjoyed foreplay. When you are married ....You tell him &quot;If we have sex, will you leave me alone???&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... He hugs you, when he walks by you for no reason. When you are married ....He grabs your boob any chance he gets. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... You picture the two of you together, growing old together. When you are married ....You wonder who will die first. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... Just looking at him makes you feel all &quot;mushy.&quot; When you are married ....When you look at him, you want to claw his eyes out. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... He understands if you &quot;Aren&#39;t in the mood.&quot; When you are married ....He says &quot;It&#39;s your job.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you are dating..... He calls you by name. When you are married ....He calls you &quot;Hey&quot; and refers to you when speaking to others as &quot;She.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/2862550975258537902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/dating-versus-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/2862550975258537902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/2862550975258537902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/dating-versus-marriage.html' title='DATING VERSUS MARRIAGE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-7551324341382825754</id><published>2012-07-17T07:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-17T07:23:16.996+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family jokes"/><title type='text'>DRUNK HUSBAND|NAGGING WIFE</title><content type='html'>A drunk came home very late and&lt;br /&gt;
sat on the Door step for thirty&lt;br /&gt;
minutes trying to figure out&lt;br /&gt;
what to tell his harsh and super&lt;br /&gt;
strict wife the reason for his&lt;br /&gt;
lateness.&lt;br /&gt;
He gained Courage, Opened the&lt;br /&gt;
Door, and found his wife and son&lt;br /&gt;
watching a late Night movie. He&lt;br /&gt;
passed them and Went Upstairs,&lt;br /&gt;
his heart pounding hard. To his&lt;br /&gt;
surprise, his wifedidn&#39;t say a&lt;br /&gt;
word. Just to confirm, he decided&lt;br /&gt;
to walk past them, and again&lt;br /&gt;
back to the Upstairs corridor. But&lt;br /&gt;
his wife Didn&#39;t say a word. He&lt;br /&gt;
signal his son to come. And he&lt;br /&gt;
asked him; How come today your&lt;br /&gt;
mother Isn&#39;t speaking?. or even&lt;br /&gt;
uttering&lt;br /&gt;
a word! The boy replied; she&lt;br /&gt;
asked Me for LIPSTICK and&lt;br /&gt;
Imistakingly gave her SUPER&lt;br /&gt;
GLUE.......</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/7551324341382825754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/drunk-husbandnagging-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7551324341382825754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/7551324341382825754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/drunk-husbandnagging-wife.html' title='DRUNK HUSBAND|NAGGING WIFE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-4207455551356335243</id><published>2012-07-13T07:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-13T07:04:20.293+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Animal jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>A lion woke up one morning&lt;br /&gt;
feeling rowdy. He went out and&lt;br /&gt;
cornered a small monkey and&lt;br /&gt;
roared, &quot;Who is mightiest of all&lt;br /&gt;
jungle animals?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The trembling monkey said,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You are, mighty lion!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Later, the lion confronted a deer&lt;br /&gt;
and bellowed, &quot;Who is mightiest&lt;br /&gt;
of all jungle animals?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The terrified deer stammered,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Oh great lion, you are by far&lt;br /&gt;
the mightiest animal in the&lt;br /&gt;
jungle!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
On a roll, the lion swaggered up&lt;br /&gt;
to an elephant and roared, &quot;Who&lt;br /&gt;
is mightiest of all jungle&lt;br /&gt;
animals?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The elephant snatched up the&lt;br /&gt;
lion with his trunk, slammed&lt;br /&gt;
him against a tree, stomped on&lt;br /&gt;
him and then ambled away.&lt;br /&gt;
The battered lion hollered after&lt;br /&gt;
the elephant, &quot;Sheesh, just&lt;br /&gt;
because you don&#39;t know the&lt;br /&gt;
answer, you don&#39;t have to get&lt;br /&gt;
so upset.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/4207455551356335243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/mightiest-of-all-animals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/4207455551356335243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/4207455551356335243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/mightiest-of-all-animals.html' title='THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL ANIMALS'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-5638984627033903336</id><published>2012-07-10T17:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-07-10T17:28:02.830+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>THE WINNER</title><content type='html'>A group of scientists did a&lt;br /&gt;
competition to test the&lt;br /&gt;
intelligence of Nigerian students&lt;br /&gt;
in inventing things.&lt;br /&gt;
On the grand finalle, three&lt;br /&gt;
students were called form0the&lt;br /&gt;
crowd to come and present what&lt;br /&gt;
they invented.&lt;br /&gt;
The first student went there and&lt;br /&gt;
said &quot;I&#39;m Adeseun Tope from&lt;br /&gt;
Lagos, i invented a biro that can&lt;br /&gt;
write what people are saying on&lt;br /&gt;
a paper itself,he practicalised it&lt;br /&gt;
and he was applauded&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The next student went there and&lt;br /&gt;
said &quot;i&#39;m Ehirim Chinwe from&lt;br /&gt;
Imo, i invented a chip that will&lt;br /&gt;
tell the amount of money in the&lt;br /&gt;
pocket of anyone standing close&lt;br /&gt;
to it,he practicalised it and was&lt;br /&gt;
applauded&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
The third student went there and&lt;br /&gt;
said &quot;i&#39;m Gambo Sani from Kano,i&lt;br /&gt;
invented an explosive that could&lt;br /&gt;
shatter the human body into a&lt;br /&gt;
million pieces, penetrating the&lt;br /&gt;
hardest of bones, can you all0sit&lt;br /&gt;
down while i practicalise it&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The chief scientist stood up and&lt;br /&gt;
said &quot;don&#39;t bother to practicalise&lt;br /&gt;
it,you are the winner of this&lt;br /&gt;
competition&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Abeg people, who is the real&lt;br /&gt;
winner of the competition?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5638984627033903336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/winner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5638984627033903336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5638984627033903336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/07/winner.html' title='THE WINNER'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-5184661038894445322</id><published>2012-06-30T08:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-30T08:53:11.399+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School jokes"/><title type='text'>BARRAC OBAMA JOKE</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama at a recent rural&lt;br /&gt;
elementary school assembly in&lt;br /&gt;
East Texas , asked the audience&lt;br /&gt;
for total quiet. Then, in the&lt;br /&gt;
silence, he started to slowly clap&lt;br /&gt;
his hands once every few&lt;br /&gt;
seconds, holding the audience in&lt;br /&gt;
total silence.&lt;br /&gt;
Then he said into the&lt;br /&gt;
microphone, &#39;Children, every&lt;br /&gt;
time I clap my hands together, a&lt;br /&gt;
child in America dies from gun&lt;br /&gt;
violence.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Then, little Johnny , with a&lt;br /&gt;
proud East Texas drawl, pierced&lt;br /&gt;
the quiet and said: &#39;&#39;Well, dumb-&lt;br /&gt;
ass, stop clapping!&#39;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/5184661038894445322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/barrac-obama-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5184661038894445322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/5184661038894445322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/barrac-obama-joke.html' title='BARRAC OBAMA JOKE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-37513089334097084</id><published>2012-06-25T09:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-25T09:23:17.525+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupidity jokes"/><title type='text'>AWAY FOR FORTY (40) YEARS</title><content type='html'>An Irishman and an American&lt;br /&gt;
were sitting in the bar at&lt;br /&gt;
Shannon Airport.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;ve come to meet my brother,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
said the Irishman. &quot;He&#39;s due to&lt;br /&gt;
fly in from America in an hour&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
time. It&#39;s his first trip home in&lt;br /&gt;
forty years&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Will you be able to recognize&lt;br /&gt;
him?&quot; asked the American.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I&#39;m sure I won&#39;t,&quot; said the&lt;br /&gt;
Irishman, &quot;after all, he&#39;s been&lt;br /&gt;
away for a long time&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I wonder if he&#39;ll recognize&lt;br /&gt;
you?&quot; said the American.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Of course he will,&quot; said the&lt;br /&gt;
Irishman. &quot;Sure, I haven&#39;t been&lt;br /&gt;
away at all.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/37513089334097084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/away-for-forty-40-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/37513089334097084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/37513089334097084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/away-for-forty-40-years.html' title='AWAY FOR FORTY (40) YEARS'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-203824827653929379</id><published>2012-06-15T07:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-15T07:09:33.500+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blonde jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stupidity jokes"/><title type='text'>THE HUNTING BIRD DOG</title><content type='html'>Two blondes suddenly got into&lt;br /&gt;
bird hunting and were eager to&lt;br /&gt;
try it out for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
They had read that a birddog is&lt;br /&gt;
a great and useful accessory in&lt;br /&gt;
bird hunting, so they decided to&lt;br /&gt;
go to the pet shop and buy one.&lt;br /&gt;
They asked for a well-trained&lt;br /&gt;
birddog, and got one.&lt;br /&gt;
The two blondes immediately&lt;br /&gt;
went to the woods to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;
The dog didn&#39;t work. No matter&lt;br /&gt;
how hard they tried, it just&lt;br /&gt;
didn&#39;t follow their commands.&lt;br /&gt;
They became really frustrated&lt;br /&gt;
and one of the blondes said to&lt;br /&gt;
her companion, &quot;Okay, we&#39;ll give&lt;br /&gt;
him one more try. We&#39;ll throw&lt;br /&gt;
him in the air one more time&lt;br /&gt;
and if he doesn&#39;t fly, we&#39;re&lt;br /&gt;
taking him back to the store!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/203824827653929379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/203824827653929379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/203824827653929379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/blog-post.html' title='THE HUNTING BIRD DOG'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1818500502794744862</id><published>2012-06-14T06:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T06:57:52.941+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes"/><title type='text'>ZODIAC PREDICTIONS| YOUR JOB TITLE</title><content type='html'>Astrology tells us about you and&lt;br /&gt;
your future simply by your&lt;br /&gt;
birthday. The Chinese Zodiac&lt;br /&gt;
uses the year of your birth.&lt;br /&gt;
Demographics tell us what you&lt;br /&gt;
like, dislike, whom you vote for,&lt;br /&gt;
what you buy, and what you&lt;br /&gt;
watch on TV. Well, the Corporate&lt;br /&gt;
Zodiac goes a step further:&lt;br /&gt;
simply by your job title, people&lt;br /&gt;
will have you all figured out…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Marketing: You are ambitious&lt;br /&gt;
yet stupid. You chose a&lt;br /&gt;
marketing degree to avoid&lt;br /&gt;
having to study in college,&lt;br /&gt;
concentrating instead on&lt;br /&gt;
drinking and socializing, which&lt;br /&gt;
is pretty much what your job&lt;br /&gt;
responsibilities are now. Least&lt;br /&gt;
compatible with Sales.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sales: Laziest of all signs, often&lt;br /&gt;
referred to as &quot;marketing&lt;br /&gt;
without a degree,&quot; you are also&lt;br /&gt;
self-centered and paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;
Unless someone calls you and&lt;br /&gt;
begs you to take their money,&lt;br /&gt;
you like to avoid contact with&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;customers&quot; so you can &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
concentrate on the big picture.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You seek admiration for your&lt;br /&gt;
golf game throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Technology: Unable to control&lt;br /&gt;
anything in your personal life,&lt;br /&gt;
you are instead content to&lt;br /&gt;
completely control everything&lt;br /&gt;
that happens at your workplace.&lt;br /&gt;
Often even YOU don’t&lt;br /&gt;
understand what you are&lt;br /&gt;
saying, but who the heck can&lt;br /&gt;
tell?! It is written that the geeks&lt;br /&gt;
shall inherit the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Engineering: One of only two&lt;br /&gt;
signs that actually studied in&lt;br /&gt;
school, it is said that ninety&lt;br /&gt;
percent of all personal ads are&lt;br /&gt;
placed by engineers. You can be&lt;br /&gt;
happy with yourself: your office&lt;br /&gt;
is typically full of all the latest&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;ergodynamic&quot; gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Accounting: The only other sign&lt;br /&gt;
that studied in school, you are&lt;br /&gt;
mostly immune from office&lt;br /&gt;
politics. You are the most feared&lt;br /&gt;
person in the organization;&lt;br /&gt;
combined with your extreme&lt;br /&gt;
organizational traits, the&lt;br /&gt;
majority of rumors concerning&lt;br /&gt;
you say that you are completely&lt;br /&gt;
insane.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Human Resources: Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;
given your access to confidential&lt;br /&gt;
information, you tend to be the&lt;br /&gt;
biggest gossip within the&lt;br /&gt;
organization. Possibly the only&lt;br /&gt;
other person that does less&lt;br /&gt;
work than marketing, you are&lt;br /&gt;
unable to return any calls today&lt;br /&gt;
because you have to get a&lt;br /&gt;
haircut, have lunch, and mail a&lt;br /&gt;
letter!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Senior Management: Catty, cut-&lt;br /&gt;
throat, yet completely spineless,&lt;br /&gt;
you are destined to remain at&lt;br /&gt;
your current job for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;
your life. Unable to make a&lt;br /&gt;
single decision you tend to&lt;br /&gt;
measure your worth by the&lt;br /&gt;
number of meetings you can&lt;br /&gt;
schedule for yourself. Best&lt;br /&gt;
suited to marry other &quot;Senior&lt;br /&gt;
Managers,&quot; as everyone in your&lt;br /&gt;
social circle is a &quot;Senior&lt;br /&gt;
Manager.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Customer Service: Bright,&lt;br /&gt;
cheery, positive, you are a fifty-&lt;br /&gt;
cent cab ride from taking your&lt;br /&gt;
own life. As a child very few of&lt;br /&gt;
you asked your parents for a&lt;br /&gt;
little cubicle for your room and&lt;br /&gt;
a headset so you could pretend&lt;br /&gt;
to play &quot;Customer Service.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Continually passed over for&lt;br /&gt;
promotions, your best bet is to&lt;br /&gt;
date your boss.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1818500502794744862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/zodiac-predictions-your-job-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1818500502794744862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1818500502794744862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/zodiac-predictions-your-job-title.html' title='ZODIAC PREDICTIONS| YOUR JOB TITLE'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1713193090259762346</id><published>2012-06-13T07:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-13T07:11:11.959+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>HEIGHT OF HORNINESS</title><content type='html'>Girl : I&#39;m warning you My Mummy is coming back in half an hour..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Boy : But I&#39;m not doing anything..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Girl : That&#39;s why I&#39;m warning you...........Hurry up dude, do something quick before she comes!! &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ayztipsandfun.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;rEAD THESE IMPORTANT INFORMATIOn&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1713193090259762346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/height-of-horniness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1713193090259762346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1713193090259762346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/height-of-horniness.html' title='HEIGHT OF HORNINESS'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-981110556653202686</id><published>2012-06-12T10:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-12T10:28:04.915+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Funny jokes"/><title type='text'>BREAD WINNER. (AN INTERVIEW WITH AKPORS</title><content type='html'>Journalist: Mr. Akpors, first of all, is it true that you are the bread winner in your family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akpors :  I am not hearing that allegation for the first time, I have been hearing it for some time, I know this allegation is coming from my political enemies who want to tarnish my image.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to tell you that I have never been in any competition to win bread.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ask them where I won that bread. If anyone saw me entering a competition to win bread, then they must provide the evidence otherwise I will start suing anyone saying I am a bread winner, yes including you reporters and your newspapers...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/981110556653202686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/bread-winner-interview-with-akpors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/981110556653202686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/981110556653202686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/bread-winner-interview-with-akpors.html' title='BREAD WINNER. (AN INTERVIEW WITH AKPORS'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-8774804019814786301</id><published>2012-06-07T07:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-07T07:11:47.407+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="General jokes"/><title type='text'>ENGLISH LANGUAGE HUMOUR</title><content type='html'>If you can pronounce correctly&lt;br /&gt;
every word in this poem, you&lt;br /&gt;
will be speaking English better&lt;br /&gt;
than 90% of the native English&lt;br /&gt;
speakers in the world. After&lt;br /&gt;
trying the verses, a Frenchman&lt;br /&gt;
said he&#39;d prefer six months of&lt;br /&gt;
hard labour to reading six lines&lt;br /&gt;
aloud. Try them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
Dearest creature in creation,&lt;br /&gt;
Study English pronunciation.&lt;br /&gt;
I will teach you in my verse&lt;br /&gt;
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse,&lt;br /&gt;
and worse.&lt;br /&gt;
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,&lt;br /&gt;
Make your head with heat grow&lt;br /&gt;
dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.&lt;br /&gt;
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
Just compare heart, beard, and&lt;br /&gt;
heard,&lt;br /&gt;
Dies and diet, lord and word,&lt;br /&gt;
Sword and sward, retain and&lt;br /&gt;
Britain.&lt;br /&gt;
(Mind the latter, how it&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
written.)&lt;br /&gt;
Now I surely will not plague you&lt;br /&gt;
With such words as plaque and&lt;br /&gt;
ague.&lt;br /&gt;
But be careful how you speak:&lt;br /&gt;
Say break and steak, but bleak&lt;br /&gt;
and streak;&lt;br /&gt;
Cloven, oven, how and low,&lt;br /&gt;
Script, receipt, show, poem, and&lt;br /&gt;
toe.&lt;br /&gt;
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,&lt;br /&gt;
Daughter, laughter, and&lt;br /&gt;
Terpsichore,&lt;br /&gt;
Typhoid, measles, topsails,&lt;br /&gt;
aisles,&lt;br /&gt;
Exiles, similes, and reviles;&lt;br /&gt;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,&lt;br /&gt;
Solar, mica, war and far;&lt;br /&gt;
One, anemone, Balmoral,&lt;br /&gt;
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;&lt;br /&gt;
Gertrude, German, wind and&lt;br /&gt;
mind,&lt;br /&gt;
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.&lt;br /&gt;
Billet does not rhyme with&lt;br /&gt;
ballet,&lt;br /&gt;
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.&lt;br /&gt;
Blood and flood are not like&lt;br /&gt;
food,&lt;br /&gt;
Nor is mould like should and&lt;br /&gt;
would.&lt;br /&gt;
Viscous, viscount, load and&lt;br /&gt;
broad,&lt;br /&gt;
Toward, to forward, to reward.&lt;br /&gt;
And your pronunciation&#39;s OK&lt;br /&gt;
When you correctly say croquet,&lt;br /&gt;
Rounded, wounded, grieve and&lt;br /&gt;
sieve,&lt;br /&gt;
Friend and fiend, alive and live.&lt;br /&gt;
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour&lt;br /&gt;
And enamour rhyme with&lt;br /&gt;
hammer.&lt;br /&gt;
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,&lt;br /&gt;
Doll and roll and some and&lt;br /&gt;
home.&lt;br /&gt;
Stranger does not rhyme with&lt;br /&gt;
anger,&lt;br /&gt;
Neither does devour with&lt;br /&gt;
clangour.&lt;br /&gt;
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,&lt;br /&gt;
Font, front, wont, want, grand,&lt;br /&gt;
and grant,&lt;br /&gt;
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say&lt;br /&gt;
finger,&lt;br /&gt;
And then singer, ginger, linger,&lt;br /&gt;
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge&lt;br /&gt;
and gauge,&lt;br /&gt;
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and&lt;br /&gt;
age.&lt;br /&gt;
Query does not rhyme with&lt;br /&gt;
very,&lt;br /&gt;
Nor does fury sound like bury.&lt;br /&gt;
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth,&lt;br /&gt;
loth.&lt;br /&gt;
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.&lt;br /&gt;
Though the differences seem&lt;br /&gt;
little,&lt;br /&gt;
We say actual but victual.&lt;br /&gt;
Refer does not rhyme with&lt;br /&gt;
deafer.&lt;br /&gt;
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.&lt;br /&gt;
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;&lt;br /&gt;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.&lt;br /&gt;
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,&lt;br /&gt;
Science, conscience, scientific.&lt;br /&gt;
Liberty, library, heave and&lt;br /&gt;
heaven,&lt;br /&gt;
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.&lt;br /&gt;
We say hallowed, but allowed,&lt;br /&gt;
People, leopard, towed, but&lt;br /&gt;
vowed.&lt;br /&gt;
Mark the differences, moreover,&lt;br /&gt;
Between mover, cover, clover;&lt;br /&gt;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,&lt;br /&gt;
Chalice, but police and lice;&lt;br /&gt;
Camel, constable, unstable,&lt;br /&gt;
Principle, disciple, label.&lt;br /&gt;
Petal, panel, and canal,&lt;br /&gt;
Wait, surprise, plait, promise,&lt;br /&gt;
pal.&lt;br /&gt;
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos,&lt;br /&gt;
chair,&lt;br /&gt;
Senator, spectator, mayor.&lt;br /&gt;
Tour, but our and succour, four.&lt;br /&gt;
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;
Sea, idea, Korea, area,&lt;br /&gt;
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.&lt;br /&gt;
Youth, south, southern, cleanse&lt;br /&gt;
and clean.&lt;br /&gt;
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.&lt;br /&gt;
Compare alien with Italian,&lt;br /&gt;
Dandelion and battalion.&lt;br /&gt;
Sally with ally, yea, ye,&lt;br /&gt;
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.&lt;br /&gt;
Say aver, but ever, fever,&lt;br /&gt;
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.&lt;br /&gt;
Heron, granary, canary.&lt;br /&gt;
Crevice and device and aerie.&lt;br /&gt;
Face, but preface, not efface.&lt;br /&gt;
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass,&lt;br /&gt;
bass.&lt;br /&gt;
Large, but target, gin, give,&lt;br /&gt;
verging,&lt;br /&gt;
Ought, out, joust and scour,&lt;br /&gt;
scourging.&lt;br /&gt;
Ear, but earn and wear and tear&lt;br /&gt;
Do not rhyme with here but ere.&lt;br /&gt;
Seven is right, but so is even,&lt;br /&gt;
Hyphen, roughen, nephew&lt;br /&gt;
Stephen,&lt;br /&gt;
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,&lt;br /&gt;
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and&lt;br /&gt;
work.&lt;br /&gt;
Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)&lt;br /&gt;
Is a paling stout and spikey?&lt;br /&gt;
Won&#39;t it make you lose your&lt;br /&gt;
wits,&lt;br /&gt;
Writing groats and saying grits?&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s a dark abyss or tunnel:&lt;br /&gt;
Strewn with stones, stowed,&lt;br /&gt;
solace, gunwale,&lt;br /&gt;
Islington and Isle of Wight,&lt;br /&gt;
Housewife, verdict and indict.&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, which rhymes with&lt;br /&gt;
enough,&lt;br /&gt;
Though, through, plough, or&lt;br /&gt;
dough, or cough?&lt;br /&gt;
Hiccough has the sound of cup.&lt;br /&gt;
My advice is to give up!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8774804019814786301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/english-language-humour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8774804019814786301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8774804019814786301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/english-language-humour.html' title='ENGLISH LANGUAGE HUMOUR'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-8127098403953948509</id><published>2012-06-07T06:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-06-07T06:48:23.730+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Blonde jokes"/><title type='text'>PICNIC</title><content type='html'>There were these two blondes&lt;br /&gt;
driving along the highway&lt;br /&gt;
looking for a place to stop and&lt;br /&gt;
picnic.&lt;br /&gt;
The first blonde says, &quot;Let&#39;s stop&lt;br /&gt;
here, and have our picnic under&lt;br /&gt;
that tree.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The other says, &quot;No! Let&#39;s have it&lt;br /&gt;
right here in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;
road.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
They argued about it for a bit,&lt;br /&gt;
but finally agreed to have it in&lt;br /&gt;
the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden, a car comes&lt;br /&gt;
speeding towards them and has&lt;br /&gt;
to swerve into the tree to keep&lt;br /&gt;
from hitting them.&lt;br /&gt;
The one blonde says to the&lt;br /&gt;
other, &quot;See? If we were under&lt;br /&gt;
that tree, we&#39;d be dead&lt;br /&gt;
now!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/8127098403953948509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/picnic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8127098403953948509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/8127098403953948509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/06/picnic.html' title='PICNIC'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1441630774976701063</id><published>2012-05-29T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-29T10:05:47.325+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Couple jokes"/><title type='text'>MY WIFE DID</title><content type='html'>A man with a gun goes into a&lt;br /&gt;
bank and demands their money.&lt;br /&gt;
Once he is given the money, he&lt;br /&gt;
turns to a customer and asks,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Did you see me rob this bank?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The man replied, &quot;Yes sir, I did.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The robber then shot him in the&lt;br /&gt;
temper, killing him instantly.&lt;br /&gt;
He then turned to a couple&lt;br /&gt;
standing next to him and asked&lt;br /&gt;
the man,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Did you see me rob this bank?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The man replied, &quot;No sir, I didn&#39;t,&lt;br /&gt;
but my wife did!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moral - When Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;
knocks... MAKE USE OF IT!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1441630774976701063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-wife-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1441630774976701063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1441630774976701063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-wife-did.html' title='MY WIFE DID'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-3581273190073882349</id><published>2012-05-27T06:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-27T06:54:19.212+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion jokes"/><title type='text'>THE STRAY DOG</title><content type='html'>Minister was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age. The group had surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked &quot;What are you doing with that dog?&quot; One of the boys replied, &quot;This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we&#39;ve decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog.&quot; Of course, the reverend was taken aback. &quot;You boys shouldn&#39;t be having a contest telling lies!&quot; he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, &quot;Don&#39;t you boys know it&#39;s a sin to lie,&quot; and ending with, &quot;Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie.&quot; There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he&#39;d gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said, &quot;All right, give him the dog.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/3581273190073882349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/stray-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3581273190073882349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/3581273190073882349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/stray-dog.html' title='THE STRAY DOG'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-1774339538880110167</id><published>2012-05-22T07:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-22T07:32:19.436+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion jokes"/><title type='text'>WHAT&#39;S THE PENALTY?</title><content type='html'>The head priest at a certain&lt;br /&gt;
church was out for the day, so&lt;br /&gt;
he asked the deacon to do&lt;br /&gt;
confession for him.  The deacon&lt;br /&gt;
agrees, and the first person that&lt;br /&gt;
comes says, &quot;Forgive me, for I&lt;br /&gt;
just gave a guy a blow job.&quot; He&lt;br /&gt;
says, &quot;You have sinned.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Then he looks at the sheet on&lt;br /&gt;
the wall that had punishments&lt;br /&gt;
for certain sins on it, but blow&lt;br /&gt;
job was not on there, so he&lt;br /&gt;
went out to ask one of the altar&lt;br /&gt;
boys what he usually gives for a&lt;br /&gt;
blow job. The altar boy&lt;br /&gt;
answered, &quot;Oh, about five&lt;br /&gt;
dollars.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/feeds/1774339538880110167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/whats-penalty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1774339538880110167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7029196207215550006/posts/default/1774339538880110167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokingisfun.blogspot.com/2012/05/whats-penalty.html' title='WHAT&#39;S THE PENALTY?'/><author><name>Ayz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09255097575802203196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOe9zbPmX6extP-N0driMOOScMCKIg617UQ4bZvWrRZVe9gfBERjx2uU1MXHk-u1dUinmJ-Lm_WLu8lZW2WuMEV4fMdUdYKbx241YXA3d1Jr7a_4byPZvlWoJKn5gt0w/s220/IMG_20161021_065344.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7029196207215550006.post-5407733456935204950</id><published>2012-05-19T07:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-19T07:27:10.810+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Religion jokes"/><title type='text'>PASTORAL CANDIDATES EVALUATION</title><content type='html'>The following is a confidential&lt;br /&gt;
report on several candidates&lt;br /&gt;
being considered for a&lt;br /&gt;
pastorate.&lt;br /&gt;
Adam:&lt;br /&gt;
Good man but problems&lt;br /&gt;
with his wife. Also one&lt;br /&gt;
reference told of how his&lt;br /&gt;
wife and he enjoy walking&lt;br /&gt;
nude in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;
Noah:&lt;br /&gt;
Former pastorate of 120&lt;br /&gt;
years with not even one&lt;br /&gt;
convert. Prone to unrealistic&lt;br /&gt;
building projects.&lt;br /&gt;
Abraham:&lt;br /&gt;
Though the references&lt;br /&gt;
reported wife-swapping, the&lt;br /&gt;
facts seem to show he never&lt;br /&gt;
slept with another man&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;
wife, but did offer to share&lt;br /&gt;
his own wife with another&lt;br /&gt;
man.&lt;br /&gt;
Joseph:&lt;br /&gt;
A big thinker, but a braggart,&lt;br /&gt;
believes in dream-&lt;br /&gt;
interpreting, and has a&lt;br /&gt;
prison record.&lt;br /&gt;
Moses:&lt;br /&gt;
A modest and meek man,&lt;br /&gt;
but poor communicator,&lt;br /&gt;
even stuttering at times.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes blows his stack&lt;br /&gt;
and acts rashly. Some say he&lt;br /&gt;
left an earlier church over a&lt;br /&gt;
murder charge.&lt;br /&gt;
David:&lt;br /&gt;
The most promising leader&lt;br /&gt;
of all until we discovered the&lt;br /&gt;
affair he had with his&lt;br /&gt;
neighbor&#39;s wife.&lt;br /&gt;
Solomon:&lt;br /&gt;
Great preacher but our&lt;br /&gt;
parsonage would never hold&lt;br /&gt;
all those wives.&lt;br /&gt;
Elijah:&lt;br /&gt;
Prone to depression.&lt;br /&gt;
Collapses under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;
Elisha:&lt;br /&gt;
Reported to have lived with&lt;br /&gt;
a single widow while at his&lt;br /&gt;
former church.&lt;br /&gt;
Hosea:&lt;br /&gt;
A tender and loving pastor&lt;br /&gt;
but our people could never&lt;br /&gt;
handle his wife&#39;s occupation.&lt;br /&gt;
Deborah:&lt;br /&gt;
Strong leader and seems to&lt;br /&gt;
be anointed, but she is&lt;br /&gt;
female.&lt;br /&gt;
Jeremiah:&lt;br /&gt;
Emotionally unstable,&lt;br /&gt;
alarmist, negative, always&lt;br /&gt;
lamenting things, reported&lt;br /&gt;
to have taken a long trip to&lt;br /&gt;
bury his underwear on the&lt;br /&gt;
bank of a foreign river.&lt;br /&gt;
Isaiah:&lt;br /&gt;
On the fringe? Claims to have&lt;br /&gt;
seen angels in church. Has&lt;br /&gt;
trouble with his language.&lt;br /&gt;
Jonah:&lt;br /&gt;
Refused God&#39;s call into&lt;br /&gt;
ministry until he was forced&lt;br /&gt;
to obey by getting&lt;br /&gt;
swallowed up by a great&lt;br /&gt;
fish. He told us the fish later&lt;br /&gt;
spit him out on the shore&lt;br /&gt;
near here. We hung up.&lt;br /&gt;
Amos:&lt;br /&gt;
Too backward and&lt;br /&gt;
unpolished. With some&lt;br /&gt;
seminary training he might&lt;br /&gt;
have promise, but has a&lt;br /&gt;
hang-up against wealthy&lt;br /&gt;
people--might fit in better in&lt;br /&gt;
a poor congregation.&lt;br /&gt;
Melchizedek:&lt;br /&gt;
Great credentials at current&lt;br /&gt;
work place, but where does&lt;br /&gt;
this guy come from? No&lt;br /&gt;
information on his resume&lt;br /&gt;
about former work records.&lt;br /&gt;
Every line about parents was&lt;br /&gt;
left blank and he refused to&lt;br /&gt;
supply a birth date. (This&lt;br /&gt;
aside from Les: Ancient&lt;br /&gt;
Jewish tradition has it that&lt;br /&gt;
Melchizedek is really Shem. If&lt;br /&gt;
you check out the lifespan of&lt;br /&gt;
Shem in the Bible, it seems&lt;br /&gt;
to be true!)&lt;br /&gt;
John:&lt;br /&gt;
Says he is a Baptist, but&lt;br /&gt;
definitely doesn&#39;t dress like&lt;br /&gt;
one. Has slept in the&lt;br /&gt;
outdoors for months on end,&lt;br /&gt;
has a weird diet, and&lt;br /&gt;
provokes denominational&lt;br /&gt;
leaders.&lt;br /&gt;
Peter:&lt;br /&gt;
Too blue collar. Has a bad&lt;br /&gt;
temper-even has been&lt;br /&gt;
known to curse. Had a big&lt;br /&gt;
run-in with Paul in Antioch.&lt;br /&gt;
Aggressive, but a loose&lt;br /&gt;
cannon.&lt;br /&gt;
Paul:&lt;br /&gt;
Powerful CEO type leader&lt;br /&gt;
and fascinating preacher.&lt;br /&gt;
However, short on tact,&lt;br /&gt;
unforgiving with younger&lt;br /&gt;
ministers, harsh and has&lt;br /&gt;
been known to preach all&lt;br /&gt;
night.&lt;br /&gt;
James &amp; John:&lt;br /&gt;
Package deal preacher &amp;&lt;br /&gt;
associate seemed good at&lt;br /&gt;
first, but found out they&lt;br /&gt;
have an ego problem&lt;br /&gt;
regarding other fellow&lt;br /&gt;
workers and seating&lt;br /&gt;
positions. Threatened an&lt;br /&gt;
entire town after an insult.&lt;br /&gt;
Also known to try to&lt;br /&gt;
discourage workers who&lt;br /&gt;
didn&#39;t follow along with&lt;br /&gt;
them.&lt;br /&gt;
Timothy:&lt;br /&gt;
Too young!&lt;br /&gt;
Methuselah:&lt;br /&gt;
Too old . . . WAY too old!&lt;br /&gt;
Jesus:&lt;br /&gt;
Has had popular times, but&lt;br /&gt;
once his church grew to&lt;br /&gt;
5000 he managed to offend&lt;br /&gt;
them all, and then this&lt;br /&gt;
church dwindled down to&lt;br /&gt;
twelve people. Seldom stays&lt;br /&gt;
in one place very long. And,&lt;br /&gt;
of course, he&#39;s single.&lt;br /&gt;
Judas:&lt;br /&gt;
His references are solid. A&lt;br /&gt;
steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;
Conservative. Good&lt;br /&gt;
connections. Knows how to&lt;br /&gt;
handle money. We&#39;re inviting&lt;br /&gt;
him to preach this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
Possibilities here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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