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"Maybe all I need is some fresh air," thought the man as he crawled outside.&lt;br /&gt;
He tried to stand up again, but fell face first into the mud.&lt;br /&gt;
"Screw it," he thought. "I'll just crawl home."&lt;br /&gt;
The next morning, his wife found him on the doorstep asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
"You went out drinking last night, didn't you?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;
"Uh, yes," he said sheepishly. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;
"You left your wheelchair at the bar again."&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are this year's winners:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding a stupid person that stops  bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows  little sign of breaking down in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)&lt;br /&gt;
9. Karmageddon (n): its like, when everybody is sending off all these  really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's  like, a serious bummer.&lt;br /&gt;
10 Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Glibido (v): All talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;
12. Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;
13. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.&lt;br /&gt;
14. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.&lt;br /&gt;
15. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;
And the pick of the literature:&lt;br /&gt;
16. Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an a--hole.&lt;br /&gt;
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A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a  particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where  they spent their honeymoon 20 years earlier. Because of hectic  schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel plans. So, the  husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Thursday, with his wife  flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel. There  was a computer in his room, so he decided to send an email to his wife.  However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and  without realizing his error, sent the email.&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned home from  her husband's funeral. He was a minister who was called home to glory  following a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email expecting  messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message,  she screamed and fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found  his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;
To: My loving wife&lt;br /&gt;
Subject: I've arrived Date: April 6, 2006&lt;br /&gt;
I know you're surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now  and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I've just  arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been  prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then.  Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.&lt;br /&gt;
P.S. Sure is hot down here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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What if there were no hypothetical situations?&lt;br /&gt;
Its not my fault I dont take responsibility for my actions&lt;br /&gt;
As I said before, Ill only say this once.&lt;br /&gt;
This statement is false.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you hate rhetorical questions?&lt;br /&gt;
God, I want patience, and I WANT IT NOW!&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry, I forgot all about the Amnesia Conference!&lt;br /&gt;
The creation of random numbers is too important to be left to chance.&lt;br /&gt;
I can resist everything except temptation.&lt;br /&gt;
I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;
Never believe generalisations.&lt;br /&gt;
Avoid alliterations always.&lt;br /&gt;
I used to be schizophrenic, but we're OK now&lt;br /&gt;
Thank God I'm an atheist.&lt;br /&gt;
Just say NO to negativity&lt;br /&gt;
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"What's this?" the boss asks. "Ave you got no brain? Tree and tree and tree make a nine," says the Italian.&lt;br /&gt;
"Fair enough," says the boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time the number is 99."&lt;br /&gt;
The Italian stares into space for a while, then picks up the picture  that he has just drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Ere you go."&lt;br /&gt;
The boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that  to represent 99?" "Each of da trees isa dirty now. So, it's dirty tree,  and dirty tree, and dirty tree. Dat is 99."&lt;br /&gt;
The boss is getting worried that he's going to actually have to hire  this Italian, so he says, "All right, last question. Same rules again,  but represent the number 100."&lt;br /&gt;
The Italian stares into space some more, then he picks up the picture  again and makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, "Ere  you go. One hundred."&lt;br /&gt;
The boss looks at the attempt. "You must be nuts if you think that represents a hundred!" (You're going to love this one!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
The Italian leans forward and points to the marks at the base of each  tree and says, "A little doga came along and crapa by eacha tree. So  now you gota dirty tree and a turd, dirty tree and a turd, and dirty  tree and a turd, data makea one hundred. So, when I'm a gonna start?"&lt;br /&gt;
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THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK: 1. Specificity 2.  Anti-constitutionalistically 3. Passive-aggressive disorder 4.  Transubstantiate&lt;br /&gt;
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK: 1. No thanks,  I'm married. 2. Nope, no more booze for me! 3. Sorry, but you're not  really my type. 4. Taco Bell? No thanks, I'm not hungry. 5. Good  evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight? 6. Oh, I couldn't! No one  wants to hear me sing karaoke. 7. I'm not interested in fighting you.  8. Thank you, but I won't make any attempt to dance, I have no  coordination. I'd hate to look like a fool! 9. Where is the nearest  bathroom? I refuse to pee in this parking lot or on the side of the  road. 10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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One evening, the old guy decided to go down to the pond and look it  over. He hadn't been there for a while. He grabbed a five gallon bucket  to bring back some fruit.&lt;br /&gt;
As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with  glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny  dipping in his pond. As he approached, he made the women aware of his  presence.&lt;br /&gt;
At once, they all went to the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;
One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming out until you  leave."&lt;br /&gt;
The old man frowned, "I did not come down here to watch you young  ladies swim naked, or to make you get out of the pond naked."&lt;br /&gt;
Holding up the bucket, he said, "I'm here to feed the alligator."&lt;br /&gt;
Moral: Old men can still think fast!&lt;br /&gt;
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The CIA goes in. After two weeks with no leads they burn the forest,  killing everything in it, including the rabbit, and they make no  apologies. The rabbit had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;
The FBI goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest.  They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of  extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist.&lt;br /&gt;
The LAPD goes in. They come out two hours later with a badly beaten  bear. The bear is yelling: "Okay! Okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!"&lt;br /&gt;
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He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was really angry. She  told him, "tomorrow morning I expect to find a gift in the driveway that  goes from 0 to 200 in less then 6 seconds!! AND IT BETTER BE THERE!!"&lt;br /&gt;
The next morning Ron got up early and left for work. When his wife  woke up she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box  gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;
Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, and  brought the box back in the house. She opened it and found a brand new  bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;
Ron has been missing since Friday. Please pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first one came back and said to the king, "I brought ten apples."  The king then explained the trial to him. "You have to shove the fruits  up your butt without any expression on your face or you'll be eaten."&lt;br /&gt;
The first apple went in... but on the second one he winced out in  pain, so he was killed.&lt;br /&gt;
The second one arrived and showed the king ten berries. When the king  explained the trial to him he thought to himself that this should be  easy. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8... and on the ninth berry he burst  out in laughter and was killed.&lt;br /&gt;
The first guy and the second guy met in heaven. The first one asked,  "Why did you laugh, you almost got away with it?" The second one  replied, "I couldn't help it, I saw the third guy coming with  pineapples."&lt;br /&gt;
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The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of  security for the loan, so the Italian hands over the keys to a new  Ferrari.&lt;br /&gt;
The car is parked on the street in front of the bank. The Italian  produces the title and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to  accept the car as collateral for the loan.&lt;br /&gt;
The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the  Italian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000  loan.&lt;br /&gt;
An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's  underground garage and parks it there.&lt;br /&gt;
Two weeks later, the Italian returns, repays the $5,000 and the  interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are  very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked  out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;
While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a  multimillionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow  $5,000?"&lt;br /&gt;
The Italian replies: "Where else in New York City can I park my  Ferrari for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I  return?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-746729361572959998?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sX8dAc1s27gWS8iYrr27XE7BXzQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sX8dAc1s27gWS8iYrr27XE7BXzQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/stFNdl1UV3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/746729361572959998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/smart-italian.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/746729361572959998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/746729361572959998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/stFNdl1UV3E/smart-italian.html" title="Smart Italian" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/smart-italian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECSXw8eip7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-8792904989593765653</id><published>2010-09-04T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:14:28.272-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:14:28.272-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Two Brazilian Men</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     A Blonde is watching the news with her husband when the newscaster  says,&lt;br /&gt;
"Two Brazilian men die in a skydiving accident."&lt;br /&gt;
The blonde starts crying and says to her husband while sobbing&lt;br /&gt;
"That's horrible!!! So many men dying that way!"&lt;br /&gt;
Confused the husband replies "Yes dear, it is sad, but they were  skydiving, and there is always that risk involved."&lt;br /&gt;
After a few minutes, the blonde, still sobbing, says,&lt;br /&gt;
"... So how many is a Brazilian?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-8792904989593765653?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mxeEBeqtFqM_335DSIzD3jjhOYY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mxeEBeqtFqM_335DSIzD3jjhOYY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/FRUiCBfGiFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8792904989593765653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-brazilian-men.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/8792904989593765653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/8792904989593765653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/FRUiCBfGiFo/two-brazilian-men.html" title="Two Brazilian Men" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/two-brazilian-men.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMCSHw8cSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-2642213420399270596</id><published>2010-09-04T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:11:09.279-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:11:09.279-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Supplies</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     An Italian, a Scotsman, and a Chinese fellow are hired at a  construction site. The foreman points out a huge pile of sand and tells  the Italian guy that he is in charge of sweeping. He tells the Scottish  man that he is in charge of the shoveling, and the Chinese guy is in  charge of supplies. The foreman goes away for a couple of hours and when  he returns the pile of sand is still there untouched."&lt;br /&gt;
"He asks the Italian guy. "Why haven't you swept any of the sand?'&lt;br /&gt;
The Italian guy says, "I no hava a broom. You said the Chinese fella  wasa ina charge-a of supplies, but he hasa disappeared and I no coulda  finda him no where."&lt;br /&gt;
The foreman then turns to the Scottish man and says, "you were  supposed to shovel this pile of sand."&lt;br /&gt;
The Scottish man says, "Aye, boot ah could nay get meself a shoovel.  Ye left th' Chinese gadgie in charge of supplies, boot ah could nay find  him either."&lt;br /&gt;
The foreman is really angry and storms off toward the pile of sand.  He is looking for the Chinese guy."&lt;br /&gt;
Just then, the Chinese guy leaps out from behind the pile of sand and  yells, "SUPPLIES!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aI-ezXtnjYZcXzmiXsZtXaPUm5o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aI-ezXtnjYZcXzmiXsZtXaPUm5o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aI-ezXtnjYZcXzmiXsZtXaPUm5o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aI-ezXtnjYZcXzmiXsZtXaPUm5o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/XysCNNLoucs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2642213420399270596/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/supplies.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/2642213420399270596?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/2642213420399270596?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/XysCNNLoucs/supplies.html" title="Supplies" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/supplies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMFQ305cCp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-2235827464679626120</id><published>2010-09-04T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:10:12.328-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:10:12.328-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Mistress</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     A very prestigious wealthy man and his wife were having dinner at a  very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes  over to their table, gives the husband a big open mouthed kiss, then  says she'll see him later and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;
The wife glares at her husband and says, "Who was that?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."&lt;br /&gt;
Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough. I want  a divorce!"&lt;br /&gt;
"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember if we get  a divorce, it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris , no more  wintering in Barbados , no more summers in Tuscany , no more Jaguar in  the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours."&lt;br /&gt;
Just then, a colleague of the husband enters the restaurant with a  gorgeous babe on his arm.&lt;br /&gt;
"Who's that woman with Matt ?" asks the wife.&lt;br /&gt;
"That's his mistress," says her husband.&lt;br /&gt;
"Ours is prettier," she replies.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v_FFMAy2N9IumD8MZBdr_Qrc3EY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v_FFMAy2N9IumD8MZBdr_Qrc3EY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/dazfz-LrfYA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2235827464679626120/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/mistress.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/2235827464679626120?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/2235827464679626120?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/dazfz-LrfYA/mistress.html" title="Mistress" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/mistress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSXc7cSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-2220475632133981721</id><published>2010-09-04T12:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:09:48.909-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:09:48.909-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Proof that Jesus was.....</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     Proof&lt;br /&gt;
Proof that Jesus was...&lt;br /&gt;
...Jewish:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He went into his father's business. 2. He lived at home until the  age of 33. 3. He was sure his mother was a virgin, and his mother was  sure he was God.&lt;br /&gt;
...Irish:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He never got married. 2. He never held a steady job. 3. His last  request was a drink.&lt;br /&gt;
...Puerto Rican:&lt;br /&gt;
1. His first name was Jesus. 2. He was always in trouble with the  law. 3. His mother did not know who his father was.&lt;br /&gt;
...Italian:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He talked with his hands. 2. He had wine with every meal. 3. He  used olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;
...Black:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He called everybody brother. 2. He liked Gospel. 3. He couldn't  get a fair trial.&lt;br /&gt;
...Californian:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He never cut his hair. 2. He walked around barefoot all the time.  3. He started a new religion.&lt;br /&gt;
But the most compelling evidence of all - proof that Jesus was a  WOMAN:&lt;br /&gt;
1. He had to feed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no  food. 2 . He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who  just didn't get it. 3. Even when he was dead, He had to get up because  there was more work for him to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-2220475632133981721?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In spite of the best efforts of the pilot the plane started to go  down.&lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunetly there were only 3 parachutes remaining.&lt;br /&gt;
The docter grabbed one and said. "I am a docter, I save lives so I  deserve to live." And jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;
Bush then said, " I am the President and I am the smartest man in the  world, so I deserve to live." and jumped out.&lt;br /&gt;
The priest looked at the boy and said " My son I haved lived a long  life, and you have a whole life to live, so you take the parachute."&lt;br /&gt;
The boy scout handed the parachute back to the priest and said "No  worries father, the "smartest man in the world" just took off with my  backpack."&lt;br /&gt;
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When the doctor enters the examination room he says, "I will need a  urine sample, a stool sample, and a sperm sample."&lt;br /&gt;
The man, being hard of hearing, turns to his wife and asks, "What did  he say?"&lt;br /&gt;
The wife yells back to him, "GIVE HIM YOUR UNDERWEAR"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIGsAwxcRe0Df7S5eUcDFKv2_3s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aIGsAwxcRe0Df7S5eUcDFKv2_3s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/OLQkxBkm3KI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5945631198899855339/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/tough-getting-old.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/5945631198899855339?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/5945631198899855339?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/OLQkxBkm3KI/tough-getting-old.html" title="Tough Getting Old" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/tough-getting-old.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDSHo_cSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-7699110087762847752</id><published>2010-09-04T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:04:39.449-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:04:39.449-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Lost Wife</title><content type="html">was in Wal-Mart the other day and I walked up to a young and lovely  woman and said, "I've lost my wife in here somewhere. Can you talk to me  a couple of minutes?" &lt;br /&gt;
The woman looks puzzled. "Why talk to me?", she asks.&lt;br /&gt;
"Because every time I talk to a woman with tits like yours, my wife  appears out of nowhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-7699110087762847752?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r_rexqb5qEDpdi2axyiNyJhTmA4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r_rexqb5qEDpdi2axyiNyJhTmA4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/CkVQ1PEM2Fw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7699110087762847752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-wife.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/7699110087762847752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/7699110087762847752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/CkVQ1PEM2Fw/lost-wife.html" title="Lost Wife" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/lost-wife.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8MQng4fSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-6736180991580660374</id><published>2010-09-04T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:01:23.635-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:01:23.635-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Ducks In Heaven</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     Three women all die in a car crash and go to Heaven on the same  day. They are waiting at the gate when St. Peter arrives and greets  them, "Welcome to Heaven, ladies. There is only one rule here in Heaven  and it is don't step on the ducks." The women each look at each other  confusingly. St. Pete opens the gate and sure enough there are thousands  of tiny ducks covering the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
The first woman goes in and lasts a week and steps on a duck. St.  Peter appears out of nowhere with the ugliest man she has ever seen and  handcuffs them together. He says, "This is your consequence for stepping  on a duck. You must be stuck with this man for all eternity," and  disappears.&lt;br /&gt;
The second woman goes for a month and finally steps on a duck. The  same thing happens again. St. Peter arrives with the ugliest man she has  ever seen, handcuffs them together, explains what has happened and  leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
The third woman goes on for years and years, but never steps on a  duck. Suddenly, St. Peter pops up out of nowhere with the most gorgeus  man she has ever seen. He handcuffs them together, and without saying a  word, leaves. The woman looks up at the man, bats her eyelashes and  says, "Gee, I wonder what I did to deserve you." He slowly looks down at  her and says, "I don't know what you did, but I stepped on a duck."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCRhqKco2es5t-u0s_WdlCcHFsc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QCRhqKco2es5t-u0s_WdlCcHFsc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/_a2OBJzOUXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6736180991580660374/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/ducks-in-heaven.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/6736180991580660374?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/6736180991580660374?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/_a2OBJzOUXI/ducks-in-heaven.html" title="Ducks In Heaven" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/ducks-in-heaven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BSX07eSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-4603952584597576431</id><published>2010-09-04T12:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:00:58.301-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:00:58.301-07:00</app:edited><title>The Jewish and Chinese Pilots</title><content type="html">A plane leaves Los Angeles airport under the control of a Jewish  captain.&lt;br /&gt;
His copilot is Chinese. It's the first time they've flown together,  and an awkward silence between the two seems to indicate a mutual  dislike.&lt;br /&gt;
Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the  auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters, 'I don't like Chinese.'&lt;br /&gt;
'No rike Chinese?' asks the copilot, '....why not?'&lt;br /&gt;
'You people bombed Pearl Harbor, that's why !'&lt;br /&gt;
'No, no,' the co-pilot protests, 'Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah! That  Japanese, not Chinese.'&lt;br /&gt;
'Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese... doesn't matter, you're all alike!'&lt;br /&gt;
There's a few minutes of silence.&lt;br /&gt;
'I no rike Jews either!' the copilot suddenly announces.&lt;br /&gt;
'Oh yeah, why not?' asks the captain.&lt;br /&gt;
'Jews sink Titanic.'&lt;br /&gt;
'What? That's insane! Jews didn't sink the Titanic!' exclaims the  captain, 'It was an iceberg!'&lt;br /&gt;
'Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg ...no mattah... all same.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-4603952584597576431?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IYPpZBetHL83ozRBJkObeoSmIeE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IYPpZBetHL83ozRBJkObeoSmIeE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~4/1Ru5p5ozduM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4603952584597576431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/jewish-and-chinese-pilots.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/4603952584597576431?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468358167445883788/posts/default/4603952584597576431?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/JHBtF/~3/1Ru5p5ozduM/jewish-and-chinese-pilots.html" title="The Jewish and Chinese Pilots" /><author><name>Ardiansyah Tabrani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12763702356451091296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="26" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HT4YVGj4958/TIYEP3xzaXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7PKSPDwAiHA/S220/foto+untuk+joomla.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com/2010/09/jewish-and-chinese-pilots.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQ386fSp7ImA9Wx5QFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468358167445883788.post-1201064982335766554</id><published>2010-09-04T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:00:32.115-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-04T12:00:32.115-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny jokes" /><title>Is The Comuputer a Man or a Woman</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="blkDetailContent"&gt;     language instructor was explaining to her class that French nouns,  unlike their English counterparts, are grammatically designated as  masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;
Things like 'chalk' or 'pencil,' she described, would have a gender  association although in English these words were neutral. Puzzled, one  student raised his hand and asked, "What gender is a computer?"&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher wasn't certain which it was,and so divided the class into  two groups and asked them to decide if a computer should be masculine  or feminine. One group was comprised of the women in the class, and the  other, of men. Both groups were asked to give four reasons for their  recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;
The group of women concluded that computers should be referred to in  masculine gender because: 1. In order to get their attention, you have  to turn them on. 2. They have a lot of data but are still clueless. 3.  They are supposed to help you solve your problems, but half the time  they ARE the problem. 4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that,  if you had waited a little longer, you could have had a better model.&lt;br /&gt;
The men, on the other hand, decided that computers should definitely  be referred to in the feminine gender because: 1. No one but their  creator understands their internal logic. 2. The native language they  use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone  else. 3. Even your smallest mistakes are stored in long-term memory for  later retrieval. 4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find  yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-1201064982335766554?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first surgeon said, "I like operating on librarians. When you  open them up everything is in alphabetical order".&lt;br /&gt;
The second surgeon said, "I like operating on accountants. When you  open them up everything is in numerical order".&lt;br /&gt;
The third surgeon said, "I like operating on electricians. When you  open them up everything is color coded.&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth surgeon said, "I like operating on politicians."&lt;br /&gt;
The other three surgeons looked at each other in disbelief. One of  them asked why.&lt;br /&gt;
The fourth surgeon replied, "Because they are heartless, gutless,  spineless, and their ass and head are interchangeable".&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.blue-hamster.com&lt;br /&gt;
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and shyly walked up to&lt;br /&gt;
the woman behind the counter and said,&lt;br /&gt;
'I'd like to buy a bra for my wife.'&lt;br /&gt;
'What type of bra?'&lt;br /&gt;
asked the clerk.&lt;br /&gt;
'Type?' inquires the man, 'There's more than one type?' 'Look around,'&lt;br /&gt;
said the saleslady,&lt;br /&gt;
as she showed a sea of bras in every shape, size, colour&lt;br /&gt;
and material imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;
'Actually, even with all of this variety, there are really only four types of bras to choose from .'&lt;br /&gt;
Relieved, the man asked&lt;br /&gt;
about the types.&lt;br /&gt;
The saleslady replied:&lt;br /&gt;
'There are the Catholic,&lt;br /&gt;
the Salvation Army,&lt;br /&gt;
the Presbyterian,&lt;br /&gt;
and the Baptist types.&lt;br /&gt;
Which one would you prefer?'&lt;br /&gt;
Now totally befuddled,&lt;br /&gt;
the man asked about&lt;br /&gt;
the differences between them.&lt;br /&gt;
The Saleslady responded,&lt;br /&gt;
'It is all really quite simple. .&lt;br /&gt;
The Catholic type supports the masses; The Salvation Army type lifts the fallen;&lt;br /&gt;
The Presbyterian type keeps them staunch and upright; The Baptist type makes mountains out of molehills.'&lt;br /&gt;
Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used&lt;br /&gt;
to define bra sizes?&lt;br /&gt;
If you have wondered why,&lt;br /&gt;
but couldn't figure out&lt;br /&gt;
what the letters stood for,&lt;br /&gt;
it is about time&lt;br /&gt;
you became informed!&lt;br /&gt;
(A} Almost Boobs... {B} Barely there... {C} Can't Complain!... {D}  Dang!... {DD} Double dang!... {E} Enormous!... {F} Fake... {G} Get a  Reduction... {H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!...&lt;br /&gt;
They forgot the German bra.&lt;br /&gt;
Holtzemfromfloppen&lt;br /&gt;
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A woman didn't come home one night. The next day she told her husband  that she had slept over at a friend's house. The husband called his  wife's ten best friends. None of them had seen her or knew what he was  talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
Men's Friends:&lt;br /&gt;
A man didn't come home one night. The next day he told his wife that  he had slept over at a friend's house. The wife called her husband's 10  best friends. Eight of them confirmed that he had slept over, and two  claimed that he was still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468358167445883788-1338859246301531753?l=popularfunnyjokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the  Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Poof! She's  gone.&lt;br /&gt;
In astonishment, "Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to  be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an  endless supply of pina coladas and the love of my life." Poof! He's  gone.&lt;br /&gt;
"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. The manager says,"I want those two back in the office after lunch."&lt;br /&gt;
Moral of story: always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;
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