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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDQ3o7fCp7ImA9WhRTFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133</id><updated>2011-11-04T09:51:12.404-05:00</updated><category term="clean humor" /><category term="smile notes" /><category term="Tony Brigmon" /><category term="hilarious video" /><category term="g-rated humor" /><category term="Ambassador of FUN" /><title>Smile Notes</title><subtitle type="html">Smile Notes consists of G-rated humor, insightful stories and anecdotes that Tony Brigmon, the Ambassador of FUN either comes across, or is shared with him by his many alert clean-humor finders.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/itxg" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="blogspot/itxg" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ER388eSp7ImA9WhdUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-3126829692887915392</id><published>2011-10-07T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:00:06.171-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-07T07:00:06.171-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hilarious video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clean humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>The next time you're bored ...</title><summary>[The following video was shared with me by alert humor-finder Darlene Jensen]

The next time you're bored and have nothing better to do, go to a public place, get out your cell phone, don't turn it on, but speak into it like the guy in this video.

Click on cell phone and see what I mean ...


</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3126829692887915392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=3126829692887915392" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/3126829692887915392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/3126829692887915392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2011/10/next-time-youre-bored_07.html" title="The next time you're bored ..." /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAR3s_fyp7ImA9WhdUGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-7955119164703215356</id><published>2011-10-06T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T12:52:26.547-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T12:52:26.547-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tony Brigmon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clean humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="g-rated humor" /><title>Guaranteed to roll your eyes ...</title><summary>
My job search (Shared with me by alert humor-finder Mary Ann McAllister)

1. My first job was working in an Orange Juice factory, but I got canned.  Couldn't concentrate.

2. Then I worked in the woods as a Lumberjack, but just couldn't hack it, so they gave me the axe.

3. After that, I tried being a Tailor,  but wasn't suited for it -- mainly because it was a sew-sew job.

4. Next, I tried </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7955119164703215356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=7955119164703215356" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/7955119164703215356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/7955119164703215356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2011/10/guaranteed-to-roll-your-eyes.html" title="Guaranteed to roll your eyes ..." /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGRX8zeCp7ImA9WhdUGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-3329603085117403944</id><published>2011-10-06T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T09:00:24.180-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T09:00:24.180-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tony Brigmon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clean humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="g-rated humor" /><title>Smile Quotes</title><summary>"The secret to success is sincerity.  Once you can fake that, you've got it made."

"Always borrow money from a pessimist -they don't expect to be paid back.":

"The hypochondriac's epitaph:  NOW do you believe me?????"

"I once wanted to become an atheist but I gave up the idea - they have no holidays (Henny Youngman)

"Always go to other people's funerals, otherwise they won't go to yours." (</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/3329603085117403944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=3329603085117403944" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/3329603085117403944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/3329603085117403944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2011/10/smile-quotes.html" title="Smile Quotes" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NSXY6fip7ImA9WhdUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-5091848271847178390</id><published>2011-10-05T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:11:38.816-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-05T09:11:38.816-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tony Brigmon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clean humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ambassador of FUN" /><title>Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!</title><summary>There's a story told about Ken and his wife Edna.  They went to the state fair every year, And every year Ken would say, 'Edna, I'd like to ride in that helicopter'.

Edna always replied, 'I know Ken, but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks. And fifty bucks is fifty bucks'

One year Ken and Edna went to the fair, and Ken said, 'Edna, I'm 75 years old. If I don't ride that helicopter, I might </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5091848271847178390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=5091848271847178390" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/5091848271847178390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/5091848271847178390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2011/10/fifty-bucks-is-fifty-bucks.html" title="Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCR385fyp7ImA9Wx9QEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-2833518795769277651</id><published>2010-12-22T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:54:26.127-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-22T09:54:26.127-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>Technically Wrong, But Humorously Right</title><summary>Children's Science Exams Responses ...Q: How can you delay milk turning sour?A: Keep it in the cow.Q: Name the four seasons.A: Salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar.Q: Name a major disease associated with cigarettes.A: Premature death.Q: What is the fibula?A: A small lie.Q: What does "varicose" mean?A: Nearby. (I do love this one...)Q: Give the meaning of the term "Caesarean Section"A: The Caesarean </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/2833518795769277651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=2833518795769277651" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/2833518795769277651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/2833518795769277651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/technically-wrong-but-humorously-right.html" title="Technically Wrong, But Humorously Right" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYCQn84cSp7ImA9Wx9RFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-5401657559502253797</id><published>2010-12-15T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:26:03.139-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-15T08:26:03.139-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>The Genuine Thrill of Discovering Your Blues Name</title><summary>     Follow the instructions below for the genuine thrill that comes with discovering  your blues name: From the first list, take the name using the initial of your  first name. From the second list, do the same with your middle name. From the  third, your surname. 

First List: 
A=Fat; B=Muddy ; C=Crippled; D=Old; E=Texas; F=Hollerin'; 
G=Ugly; H=Brown; I=Happy; J=Boney; K=Curly; L=Pretty; 
M=</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/5401657559502253797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=5401657559502253797" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/5401657559502253797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/5401657559502253797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/genuine-thrill-with-discovering-your.html" title="The Genuine Thrill of Discovering Your Blues Name" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHSH08eCp7ImA9Wx9RE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-6735112564006248050</id><published>2010-12-14T08:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:33:59.370-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-14T08:33:59.370-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>Guranteed to Roll Your Eyes</title><summary>    I got in a fight one time with a really big guy, and he said, "I'm gonna mop  the floor with your face." 

I said, "You'll be sorry." 

He said, "Oh, yeah? Why?" 

I said, "Well, it's not very absorbent and you won't be able to get into the  corners very well."

***

Another one? Okay, but you asked for it...

Two blondes realize that their apartment is on fire and go out onto the balcony.  "</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6735112564006248050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=6735112564006248050" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/6735112564006248050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/6735112564006248050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/guranteed-to-roll-your-eyes.html" title="Guranteed to Roll Your Eyes" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMSHY9fSp7ImA9Wx9REkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-6888489503619444882</id><published>2010-12-13T08:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T08:06:29.865-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-13T08:06:29.865-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>Banned from Wal-Mart</title><summary>(The following Smile Notes post was shared with me by alert clean humor finder Rex Morris. )

This is why women should not take men shopping against their will. 

After I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart.  Unfortunately, like most men, I found shopping  boring and preferred to get in and get out.  

Equally unfortunately, my wife is like most women she loved</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/6888489503619444882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=6888489503619444882" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/6888489503619444882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/6888489503619444882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/banned-from-wal-mart.html" title="Banned from Wal-Mart" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGSXc6eSp7ImA9Wx9RE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-8740627226789573126</id><published>2010-12-11T08:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:48:48.911-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-14T07:48:48.911-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>This Could Be My Story.  How About You?</title><summary>     A man learned shortly before quitting time that he had to attend a meeting. He  tried unsuccessfully to locate his car-pool members to let them know that he  would not be leaving with them.     Hastily he scribbled a message to one fellow and left it on his desk: "I have a  last-minute meeting. Leave without me. Dave."     At 7:00 p.m., the man stopped at his desk and found this note: "Meet </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8740627226789573126/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=8740627226789573126" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/8740627226789573126?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/8740627226789573126?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-could-be-my-story-how-about-you.html" title="This Could Be My Story.  How About You?" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUNRHc5eCp7ImA9Wx9REEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-7512474973695326677</id><published>2010-12-10T08:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T08:38:15.920-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-11T08:38:15.920-06:00</app:edited><title>Getting Lost is a Man Thing</title><summary>(The following Smile Notes post was shared with me by alert clean humor finder Phil Davidson.)

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs.  Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man.  He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Kentucky back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/7512474973695326677/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7191875098414150133&amp;postID=7512474973695326677" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/7512474973695326677?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7191875098414150133/posts/default/7512474973695326677?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://smilenotes.blogspot.com/2010/12/getting-lost-is-man-thing.html" title="Getting Lost is a Man Thing" /><author><name>Tony Brigmon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NrQg1uNMrh0/TO0mpJiPWVI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ZkAKq8TfLY0/S220/funphoto01reduced.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcESXs7eCp7ImA9Wx9SGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191875098414150133.post-7826687200913524908</id><published>2010-12-08T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:40:08.500-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-08T11:40:08.500-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clean humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smile notes" /><title>A Day At The Beach In China</title><summary>The following Smile Notes post was shared with me by alert clean humor finder Phil Davidson.

 And we complain that Florida is crowded!


















Where are the bathrooms?
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