<?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-2486459698928593002</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:28:38.362-08:00</updated><category term="short funny"/><category term="long funny"/><title type='text'>Lets Have Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-2334149331377647247</id><published>2010-07-07T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:01:59.473-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>rock/paper/scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4l4iACFqBJ5rCLVaVZqj4kgoZsPyxbMhTgmENWRdprJO6PEeAPVqNmN-C1njPBhdS8o6tnrjqHV5rEdsXoZdCQl032o_AJvDLiWzo_PvCHBQ3uHGT89eydsC2X114fpUO4RGLQGZjCk/s1600/03-facefighter.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 210px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4l4iACFqBJ5rCLVaVZqj4kgoZsPyxbMhTgmENWRdprJO6PEeAPVqNmN-C1njPBhdS8o6tnrjqHV5rEdsXoZdCQl032o_AJvDLiWzo_PvCHBQ3uHGT89eydsC2X114fpUO4RGLQGZjCk/s400/03-facefighter.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491164064867481122&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;&quot;I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I  get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there&#39;s no f***ing way Paper can  beat Rock. Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it  immobile? Why the hell cant paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors,  why can&#39;t paper do this to people? Why aren&#39;t sheets of college-ruled  notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take  notes in class? I&#39;ll tell you why, because paper can&#39;t beat anybody, a  rock would tear that s**t up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/ paper/  scissors I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten  me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already  clenched fist and say &quot;oh s**t I&#39;m sorry I thought paper would protect  you.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/2334149331377647247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/07/rockpaperscissors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2334149331377647247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2334149331377647247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/07/rockpaperscissors.html' title='rock/paper/scissors'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4l4iACFqBJ5rCLVaVZqj4kgoZsPyxbMhTgmENWRdprJO6PEeAPVqNmN-C1njPBhdS8o6tnrjqHV5rEdsXoZdCQl032o_AJvDLiWzo_PvCHBQ3uHGT89eydsC2X114fpUO4RGLQGZjCk/s72-c/03-facefighter.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-2792509948921841279</id><published>2010-06-30T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:34:55.623-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>Well you see</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;&quot; &gt;&lt;span class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;Well you see, Norm, it&#39;s like this...A herd of  buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd  is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are  killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole,  because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving  by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the  human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now,  as we know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But  naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this  way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells,  making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. And that, Norm, is  why you always feel smarter after a few beers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/2792509948921841279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-you-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2792509948921841279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2792509948921841279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-you-see.html' title='Well you see'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-1475462845444978064</id><published>2010-06-21T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:40.434-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>One fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;One fine day in the middle of the night two dead men  got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other got out their  swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise and came to  arrest the two young boys. If you don&#39;t believe my story&#39;s true ask the  blind man he saw it too!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/1475462845444978064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-fine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/1475462845444978064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/1475462845444978064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-fine-day.html' title='One fine day'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-3029705520441072570</id><published>2010-06-21T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:03.632-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long funny"/><title type='text'>-------- The English Language-----------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There  is no egg in eggplant, nor ham in hamburger; neither&lt;br /&gt;apple or pine  in pineapple. And while no one knows what is&lt;br /&gt;in a hotdog, you can be  pretty sure it isn&#39;t canine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English muffins were not invented in  England nor French&lt;br /&gt;fries in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetmeats are candies,  while sweetbreads, which aren&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;sweet, are meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take  English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes,&lt;br /&gt;we find that  quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are&lt;br /&gt;square, and guinea pig is  neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers  write, but fingers don&#39;t fing,&lt;br /&gt;grocers don&#39;t groce, and hammers don&#39;t  ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn&#39;t the plural of&lt;br /&gt;booth,  beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, two meese?&lt;br /&gt;Is cheese the  plural of choose? One mouse, 2 mice. One louse,&lt;br /&gt;2 lice. One house, 2  hice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If teachers taught, why didn&#39;t preachers praught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian&lt;br /&gt;eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why  do people recite at a play, and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck or  car and send cargo by ship? Have noses&lt;br /&gt;that run and feet that smell?  Park on driveways and drive&lt;br /&gt;on parkways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance  and a fat chance be the same, while a&lt;br /&gt;wise man and a wise guy are  opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the weather be hot as heck one day and cold as&lt;br /&gt;heck  another? When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill&lt;br /&gt;in a form by  filling it out and an alarm clock goes off by&lt;br /&gt;going on. You get in  and out of a car, yet you get on and&lt;br /&gt;off a bus. When the stars are  out, they are visible, but when&lt;br /&gt;the lights are out, they are  invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when  I&lt;br /&gt;wind up this essay, I end it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is a silly language  ... it doesn&#39;t know if it is&lt;br /&gt;coming or going!!!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/3029705520441072570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/english-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/3029705520441072570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/3029705520441072570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/english-language.html' title='-------- The English Language-----------'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-6261061973883677250</id><published>2010-06-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:03.633-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long funny"/><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;Women&#39;s English:&lt;br /&gt;Yes = No&lt;br /&gt;No = Yes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  = No&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sorry = You&#39;ll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;We need = I want&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s your  decision = The correct decision should be obvious by now&lt;br /&gt;Do what  you want = You&#39;ll pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;We need to talk = I need to  complain&lt;br /&gt;Sure go ahead = I don&#39;t want you to I&#39;m not upset = Of  course I&#39;m upset, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re so manly = You need a shave and  you sweat a lot&lt;br /&gt;Be romantic, turn out the lights = I have flabby  thighs&lt;br /&gt;This kitchen is so inconvenient = I want a new house&lt;br /&gt;I  want new curtains = and carpeting, and furniture, and wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;I  heard a noise = I noticed you were almost asleep&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me? =  I&#39;m going to ask for something expensive&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love me? = I  did something today you&#39;re going to hate&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll be ready in a minute =  Kick off your shoes and find a good game on&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;You have to  learn to communicate = Just agree with me&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to me!? =  [Too late, you&#39;re dead]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men&#39;s English:&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m hungry = I&#39;m  hungry&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sleepy = I&#39;m sleepy&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tired = I&#39;m tired&lt;br /&gt;Do you  want to go to a movie? = I&#39;d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;Can  I take you out to dinner? = I&#39;d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;Can  I call you sometime? = I&#39;d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;May  I have this dance? = I&#39;d eventually like to have sex with you&lt;br /&gt;Nice  dress! = Nice cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;You look tense, let me give you a massage = I  want to fondle you&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s wrong? = What stupid self inflicted  psychological trauma is it now?&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s wrong? = I guess sex tonight  is out of the question&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m bored = Do you want to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;I  love you = Let&#39;s have sex now!&lt;br /&gt;Love you, too = Okay, I said it, Now  can we have sex&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like the way you cut your hair = I liked it  better before&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s talk = I&#39;ll impress you by showing you I am a  deep guy then maybe sex?&lt;br /&gt;Will you marry me? = I want to make it  illegal for you to have sex without me&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/6261061973883677250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/6261061973883677250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/6261061973883677250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-6982290322041428728</id><published>2010-06-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:54.051-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>12 billion dollars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;When the americans went to space they quickly found  out that ball point pens wouldn&#39;t work in zero G&#39;s so NASA spent a  decade and 12 billion dollars developing a pen that could write in zero  G&#39;s, upside down, underwater on almost any surface including glass and  in temperatures ranging from below freezing and to 300 degrees F&lt;br /&gt;THE  RUSSIANS USED A PENCIL&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/6982290322041428728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-billion-dollars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/6982290322041428728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/6982290322041428728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/12-billion-dollars.html' title='12 billion dollars'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-3283141352307852566</id><published>2010-06-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:40.435-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>LEARN CHINESE IN 5 MINUTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;(You MUST read them  out loud or it doesnt make as much sense)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;1) Thats not  right........ Sum Ting Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;2) Are you harboring a  fugitive................... Hu Yu Hai Ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;3) See me  ASAP............. Kum Hia Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;4) Stupid Man...................... Dum  Fuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;5) Small horse... Tai Ni Po Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;6) Did you go to the beach?...  Wai Yu So Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;7) I bumped in to a coffee table... Ai Bang Mai Fa Kin  Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;8) I think you need a face lift... Chin Tu Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;9) It&#39;s very  dark in here... Wao So Dim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;10) I thought you were on a diet... Wai Yu  Mun Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;11) This is a tow away zone... No Pah King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;12) staying  out of sight... Lei Ying Lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;13) He&#39;s cleaning his automobile... Wa  Shing Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;14) Your body odor is offensive... Yu Stin Ki Pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;15)  Great... Fa Kin Su Pah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;For the losers who didnt get it..... ur dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/3283141352307852566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/learn-chinese-in-5-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/3283141352307852566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/3283141352307852566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/learn-chinese-in-5-minutes.html' title='LEARN CHINESE IN 5 MINUTES'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-2050180116221633752</id><published>2010-06-21T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:03.633-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long funny"/><title type='text'>How To Get Out Of A Traffic Ticket..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;A police  officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Officer:  May I see your driver&#39;s license? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: I don&#39;t have one. I had it  suspended when I got my 5th DUI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Officer: May I see the owner&#39;s  card for this vehicle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: It&#39;s not my car. I stole it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Officer:  The car is stolen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: That&#39;s right. But come to think of it, I  think I saw the owner&#39;s card in the glove box when I was putting my gun  in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Officer: There&#39;s a gun in the glove box? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver:  Yes sir. That&#39;s where I put it after I shot and killed the woman who  owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Officer: There&#39;s a  BODY in the TRUNK?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: Yes, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Hearing this, the  officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly surrounded  by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the tense  situation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Captain: Sir, can I see your license? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver:  Sure. Here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;It was valid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Captain: Who&#39;s car is  this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: It&#39;s mine, officer. Here&#39;s the owner&#39;s card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;The  driver owned the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Captain: Could you slowly open your glove  box so I can see if there&#39;s a gun in it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: Yes, sir, but  there&#39;s no gun in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Sure enough, there was nothing in the  glove box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Captain: Would you mind opening your trunk? I was  told you said there&#39;s a body in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: No problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Trunk  is opened; no body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Captain: I don&#39;t understand it. The officer  who stopped you said you told him you didn&#39;t have a license, stole the  car, had a gun in the glovebox, and that there was a dead body in the  trunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot;&gt;Driver: Yeah, I&#39;ll bet the lying s.o.b. told you I was  speeding, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/2050180116221633752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-get-out-of-traffic-ticket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2050180116221633752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/2050180116221633752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-get-out-of-traffic-ticket.html' title='How To Get Out Of A Traffic Ticket..'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-5218892804204983035</id><published>2010-06-21T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:03.633-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long funny"/><title type='text'>I&#39;m pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;A mother passing by her daughter&#39;s bedroom was  astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up.  Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the  bed. It was addressed, &quot;Mom.&quot; With the worst premonition, she opened the  envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom:   It is with great regret and sorrow that I&#39;m writing you.  I had to elope  with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and  you. I&#39;ve been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even  with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and  his motorcycle clothes.   But it&#39;s not only the passion  Mom, I&#39;m pregnant and Ahmed said that we  will be very  happy.  He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a  stack of firewood for the whole winter.  He wants to have many more  children with me and that&#39;s now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me  that marijuana doesn&#39;t really hurt anyone and we&#39;ll be growing it for us  and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we  want.  In the meantime, we&#39;ll pray that science will find a cure for  AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don&#39;t worry Mom, I&#39;m  15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I&#39;m  sure we&#39;ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Mom, none of the above is  true.  I&#39;m over at the neighbor&#39;s house. I just wanted to remind you  that there are worse things in life than my report card that&#39;s in my  desk center drawer. I love you!  Call when it is safe for me to come  home.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/5218892804204983035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/5218892804204983035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/5218892804204983035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-pregnant.html' title='I&#39;m pregnant'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2486459698928593002.post-974209283233600368</id><published>2010-06-21T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T07:29:40.435-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short funny"/><title type='text'>9 Things I Hate About Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot; class=&quot;quote&quot;&gt;9 Things I Hate About Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who  point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is  pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where  the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their a** to  search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to  the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say &quot;Oh  you just want to have your cake and eat it too&quot;. Damn Right! What good  is cake if you can&#39;t eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say &quot;it&#39;s always the  last place you look&quot;. Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep  looking after you&#39;ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are  they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film, &quot;did ya see  that?&quot; No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn  floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask &quot;Can I ask you a question?&quot;... Didn&#39;t  give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is  &#39;new and improved&#39;. Which is it? If it&#39;s new, then there has never been  anything before it. If it&#39;s an  improvement, then there must have been  something before it, couldn&#39;t be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say &quot;life is  short&quot;. What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever  does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for  the bus and someone asks &quot;Has the bus come yet?&quot; If the bus came, would  I be standing here???&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/feeds/974209283233600368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/974209283233600368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2486459698928593002/posts/default/974209283233600368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funnier4.blogspot.com/2010/06/9-things-i-hate-about-everyone.html' title='9 Things I Hate About Everyone'/><author><name>milan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04591451286850377003</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>