<?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-3386686658319887776</id><updated>2024-09-06T15:16:55.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Jokes</title><subtitle type='html'>The best humor site on the internet. It&#39;s a nice collection of free funny Jokes on the web.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3386686658319887776.post-7679322222234402996</id><published>2008-09-21T10:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:29:15.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckie Chicken</title><content type='html'>An old farmer went to town to see a movie. The ticket girl said, &quot;Sir, what is that on your shoulder?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer said, &quot;That is my pet rooster, Chuckie. Wherever I go, Chuckie goes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, Sir,&quot; said the ticket girl, &quot;We can&#39;t allow animals in the theater. Not even a pet chicken.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed the chicken down his pants. He returned to the booth, bought a ticket and entered the theater. He sat down next to two old emergency room nurses named Mildred and Marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie started and the chicken began to squirm. The old farmer un-zipped his pants so Chuckie could stick his head out and watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Marge,&quot; whispered Mildred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What?&quot; said Marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I think the guy next to me is a pervert.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What makes you think so?&quot; asked Marge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;He unzipped his pants and he has his thing out,&quot; whispered Mildred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, don&#39;t worry about it,&quot; said Marge, &quot;At our age it isn&#39;t anything we haven&#39;t seen before.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes,&quot; said Mildred, &quot;But this one&#39;s eating my popcorn!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7679322222234402996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/7679322222234402996?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7679322222234402996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7679322222234402996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/chuckie-chicken.html' title='Chuckie Chicken'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-8526384913206303448</id><published>2008-09-20T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:30:36.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camel Questions</title><content type='html'>A mother and baby camel are talking one day when the baby camel asks, &quot;Mom why have I got these huge three toed feet?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother replies, &quot;Well son, when we trek across the desert your toes will help you to stay on top of the soft sand&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;OK&quot; said the son. A few minutes later the son asks, &quot;Mom, why have I got these great long eyelashes?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;They are there to keep the sand out of your eyes on the trips through the desert&quot;, &quot;Thanks Mom&quot; replies the son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, the son returns and asks, &quot;Mom, why have I got these great big humps on my back??&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother, now a little impatient with the boy replies, &quot;They are there to help us store water for our long treks across the desert, so we can go without drinking for long periods.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s great mom, so we have huge feet to stop us sinking, and long eyelashes to keep the sand from our eyes and these humps to store water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mom&quot;, &quot;Yes son?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why the heck are we in the San Diego Zoo?&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8526384913206303448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/8526384913206303448?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/8526384913206303448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/8526384913206303448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/camel-questions_20.html' title='Camel Questions'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5109085436961329054</id><published>2008-09-19T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:47:11.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calf Value</title><content type='html'>A motorist driving by a Texas ranch hit and killed a calf that was crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver went to the owner of the calf and explained what had happened. He then asked what the animal was worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh, about $200 today,&quot; said the rancher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;But in six years it would have been worth $900. So $900 is what I&#39;m out.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motorist sat down and wrote out a check and handed it to the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Here,&quot; he said, &quot;is the check for $900. It is post-dated six years from now.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5109085436961329054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5109085436961329054?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5109085436961329054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5109085436961329054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/calf-value.html' title='Calf Value'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-1480795334347382201</id><published>2008-09-18T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:00:20.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blonde Horses Around</title><content type='html'>There once was this blonde riding a horse. After a while it began to speed up. She was hanging on by the tail and cut her forehead open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long struggle, she was able to climb back onto the horse. She then fell off the side and got her foot caught. The horse was now dragging her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally got back on the horse with a broken ankle, bruises all over, and she was bleeding from three different spots. Finally, the horse came to a complete stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness that the manager of the K-mart came out and shut the machine off.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1480795334347382201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/1480795334347382201?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/1480795334347382201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/1480795334347382201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/blonde-horses-around.html' title='Blonde Horses Around'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-7576536481313058406</id><published>2008-09-17T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:24:51.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear on a Rampage</title><content type='html'>Two campers were hiking in the forest when all of a sudden a bear jumps out of a bush and starts chasing them. Both campers start running for their lives, when one of them stops and starts to put on his running shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His partner says, &quot;What are you doing? You can&#39;t outrun a bear!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend replies, &quot;I don&#39;t have to outrun the bear, I only have to outrun you!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7576536481313058406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/7576536481313058406?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7576536481313058406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7576536481313058406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bear-on-rampage.html' title='Bear on a Rampage'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-2237028000982449327</id><published>2008-09-17T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:24:34.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Hunt</title><content type='html'>Two men went bear hunting. While one stayed in the cabin, the other went out looking for a bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon found a huge bear, shot at it but only wounded it. The enraged bear charged toward him, he dropped his rifle and started running for the cabin as fast as he could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ran pretty fast but the bear was just a little faster and gained on him with every step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he reached the open cabin door, he tripped and fell flat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too close behind to stop, the bear tripped over him and went rolling into the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man jumped up, closed the cabin door and yelled to his friend inside, &quot;You skin this one while I go and get another!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2237028000982449327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/2237028000982449327?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2237028000982449327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2237028000982449327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bear-hunt.html' title='Bear Hunt'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5912488822524361725</id><published>2008-09-15T12:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:58:16.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Circus</title><content type='html'>A couple took their young son to the circus and when the elephants appeared, the boy seemed very intrigued by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mommy, what&#39;s that long thing on the elephant?&quot; he asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s the elephant&#39;s trunk, dear,&quot; she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, not that. What&#39;s that long thing that&#39;s hanging between the elephant&#39;s legs?&quot; asked the boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the mother replied, &quot;Oh, it&#39;s nothing, son.&quot; She then left to get some hot dogs and sodas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was gone, the young boy turned to his father and asked, &quot;Daddy, what&#39;s that long thing hanging between the elephant&#39;s legs?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s the elephant&#39;s penis, son,&quot; explained the father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, why did mommy say it was nothing when I asked her?&quot; the boy asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deep breath, the father proudly replied, &quot;I&#39;ve spoiled that woman, son!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5912488822524361725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5912488822524361725?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5912488822524361725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5912488822524361725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-circus.html' title='At The Circus'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5192994160918468763</id><published>2008-09-15T12:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:57:59.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Koala and a Hooker</title><content type='html'>A little koala bear wanders into a whorehouse. He climbs the stairs and finds a door open. He goes in to the room to find a naked prostitute asleep on the bed. He quickly climbs into the bed and begins performing oral sex on the prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up shocked and sees this koala bear going down on her, and she decides that since it feels so good she&#39;ll let him finish. The koala finishes, wipes his chin, climbs off the bed and heads for the door. The prostitute jumps up and yells at him &quot;Hey, you have to pay for that&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The koala shrugs and continues to head for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prostitute yells at him again, &quot;Hey you have to pay for that. I&#39;m a prostitute&quot;. She gets up and pulls a dictionary off a shelf and shows the koala the definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROSTITUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n) a person receiving payment for sexual services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The koala shrugs, takes the dictionary and turns the pages to the definition of koala bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(n.) a small bear that eats bushes and leaves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5192994160918468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5192994160918468763?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5192994160918468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5192994160918468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/koala-and-hooker.html' title='A Koala and a Hooker'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-4246163688461171274</id><published>2008-09-14T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:03:08.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20,000 Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>Customer: Do you have and cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: Yes we sell them to the fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I would like 20,000 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: What would you want with 20,000 cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I moving tomorrow and my lease says I must leave my apartment in the condition in which I found it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4246163688461171274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/4246163688461171274?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/4246163688461171274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/4246163688461171274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/20000-cockroaches.html' title='20,000 Cockroaches'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-7648379883132354999</id><published>2008-09-14T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:02:30.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus and the Robber</title><content type='html'>One night a robber broke into a home and heard a voice say, &quot;Jesus is watching you!&quot; while he rumagged through the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, &quot;Who said that?!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again he heard the same thing, &quot;Jesus is watching you!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber looked around the room only to see a parrot. He asked the parrot what its name was. The parrot replied, &quot;Cornelius.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robber said, &quot;What kind of a name is that?! Who names a parrot that?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parrot said, &quot;The same person who named that rottweiler behind you Jesus!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7648379883132354999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/7648379883132354999?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7648379883132354999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7648379883132354999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-and-robber.html' title='Jesus and the Robber'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-7052278961173591002</id><published>2008-09-13T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:57:46.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How&#39;d you want them</title><content type='html'>A little old lady had two monkeys for years. One day one of them died of natural causes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In grief, the second monkey passed away two days later. Not knowing what to do with them, she finally decided to take them to the taxidermist and have them stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling the owner of her wishes, he asked her, &quot;Do you want them mounted?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blushing, she said, &quot;No. holding hands will be fine.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7052278961173591002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/7052278961173591002?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7052278961173591002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7052278961173591002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/howd-you-want-them.html' title='How&#39;d you want them'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-763091812649392002</id><published>2008-09-13T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:57:02.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a headache</title><content type='html'>It was a warm, sunny Sunday, so a man and his wife decided to take in the zoo. They spent the day, and at closing time they walked past the gorilla cage, and the man noticed the gorilla looking at his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That gorilla is getting excited just looking at your tits,&quot; he said. &quot;Why don&#39;t you take your blouse off and we&#39;ll see what he does?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she declined. But finally persuaded by her husband, she took off her blouse and bra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorilla went nuts. He started grunting and jumping up and down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey,&quot; the husband said, &quot;let&#39;s really blow his mind. Take off all your clothes and we&#39;ll see what he does.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she said no and again he persuaded her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the ape really went bananas! He climbed up and down the bars, did flips, ran around in circles and tossed his food all over the cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband went over to the cage, opened the door and pushed his wife in. &quot;Now,&quot; said the husband with an evil smile, &quot;tell HIM you have a headache!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/763091812649392002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/763091812649392002?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/763091812649392002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/763091812649392002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-headache.html' title='Got a headache'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-2889967247666931262</id><published>2008-09-12T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:45:15.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye To Mother</title><content type='html'>A couple were going out for the evening. They&#39;d got ready, all dolled up, cat put out, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi arrives, and as the couple got out, the cat shoots back in. They don&#39;t want the cat shut in the house, so the wife goes out to the taxi while the husband goes upstairs to chase the cat out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife, not wanting it known that the house will be empty explains to the taxi driver &quot;He&#39;s just going upstairs to say goodbye to my mother.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the husband gets into the cab -&quot;Sorry I took so long&quot; he says, &quot;Stupid old thing was hiding under the bed and I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2889967247666931262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/2889967247666931262?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2889967247666931262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2889967247666931262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-to-mother.html' title='Goodbye To Mother'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-6437517860794475472</id><published>2008-09-12T17:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:44:37.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slow Racehorse</title><content type='html'>The racehorse owner was annoyed with the running of his horse at the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned on the jockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Flaherty, could you not have raced faster?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sure I could have, but you know we are supposed to stay on the horse.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6437517860794475472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/6437517860794475472?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/6437517860794475472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/6437517860794475472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/slow-racehorse.html' title='The Slow Racehorse'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-8578487123028752154</id><published>2008-09-11T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:14:08.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mink Coat</title><content type='html'>A man walks into a very posh Rodeo Drive furrier with a gorgeous blonde on his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Show the lady your finest mink!&quot; the fellow exclaims. So the owner of the&lt;br /&gt;shop goes in the back and comes out with an absolutely gorgeous full-length coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lady tries it on, the furrier sidles up to the guy and discreetly&lt;br /&gt;whispers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ah, sir, that particular fur goes for&lt;br /&gt;$65,000.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No problem! I&#39;ll write you a check!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Very good, sir.&quot; says the shop owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Today is Saturday. You may come by on Monday to pick it up, after the check has cleared.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man and the woman leave. On Monday, the fellow returns. The store owner is outraged: &quot;How dare you&lt;br /&gt;show your face in here?! There wasn&#39;t a single penny in your checking account!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I just had to come by,&quot; grinned the guy, &quot;to thank you for the most wonderful weekend of my life!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8578487123028752154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/8578487123028752154?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/8578487123028752154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/8578487123028752154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/mink-coat.html' title='The Mink Coat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5059997997728320002</id><published>2008-09-11T11:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:13:51.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunting Dog</title><content type='html'>Chester and Earl are going hunting. Chester says to Earl, &quot;I&#39;ll send my dog out to see if there are any ducks out in the pond. If there aren&#39;t any ducks out there, I&#39;m not going hunting.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he sends the dog out to the pond. The dog comes back and barks twice. Chester says, &quot;Well I&#39;m not going to go out. He only saw two ducks out there.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl says, &quot;You&#39;re going to take the dog&#39;s barks for the truth?&quot; Earl doesn&#39;t believe it, so he goes to look for himself. When he gets back he says, &quot;I don&#39;t believe it where did you get that dog? There really are only two ducks out there!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester says, &quot;Well, I got him from the breeder up the road. If you want, you can get one from him, too.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Earl goes to the breeder and says he wants a dog like the one his friend Chester has. The breeder obliges and Earl brings the dog home, tells it to go out and look for ducks. Minutes later the dog returns with a stick in it&#39;s mouth and starts humping Earl&#39;s leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outraged, Earl takes the dog back to the breeder and says, &quot;This dog is a fraud. I want my money back!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeder asks Earl what the dog did. So Earl tells him that when he sent the dog out to look for ducks, it came back with a stick in its mouth and started humping his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeder says, &quot;Earl, all he was trying to tell you was that there are more fucking ducks out there than you can shake a stick at!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5059997997728320002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5059997997728320002?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5059997997728320002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5059997997728320002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunting-dog.html' title='The Hunting Dog'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-7058650367054753005</id><published>2008-09-10T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:59:37.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with the Wolf Man</title><content type='html'>The Wolf Man comes home one day from a long day at the office. &quot;How was work, dear?&quot; his wife asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Listen! I don&#39;t want to talk about work!&quot; he shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Okay. Would you like to sit down and eat a nice home cooked meal?&quot; she asks nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Listen!&quot; he shouts again. &quot;I&#39;m not hungry! I don&#39;t wanna eat! All right! Is that all right with you? Can I come home from work and just do my own thing without you forcing food down my throat? Huh?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, the wolf man started growling, and throwing things around the apartment in a mad rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window, his wife sees a full moon and says to herself, &quot;Well, I guess it&#39;s that time of the month.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7058650367054753005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/7058650367054753005?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7058650367054753005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/7058650367054753005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-with-wolf-man.html' title='Living with the Wolf Man'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-4218216118720910437</id><published>2008-09-10T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T10:59:24.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Organization</title><content type='html'>An organization is like a tree full of monkeys, all on different limbs at different levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some monkeys are climbing up, some down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys on top look down and see a tree full of smiling faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkeys on the bottom look up and see nothing but assholes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4218216118720910437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/4218216118720910437?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/4218216118720910437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/4218216118720910437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/monkey-organization.html' title='Monkey Organization'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-6744478277593821265</id><published>2008-09-09T15:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:30:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wittle Wabbit</title><content type='html'>A little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp: &quot;Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep wittle wabbits?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the shopkeeper gets down on his knees, so that he&#39;s on her level, and asks: &quot;Do you want a wittle white wabby or a soft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute wittle bwown wabby over there?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice: &quot;I don&#39;t fink my pyfon really giveths a thit.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6744478277593821265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/6744478277593821265?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/6744478277593821265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/6744478277593821265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/wittle-wabbit.html' title='Wittle Wabbit'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-2875725411805349411</id><published>2008-09-09T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:30:37.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a river. The Nile River, to be exact. On one side of the river lived the rabbit, and on the other side lived the bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, the bear was sitting on a stump, enjoying his breakfest of berries. Then he heard someone yelling at him. It was the rabbit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey! Hey, Teddy, get your butt over here. I&#39;ve got something to show you!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not now! I&#39;m eating.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh come on!&quot; said the rabbit. &quot;It&#39;s really important.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please. It&#39;s urgent.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bear decided to go all the way over the wide river. It took him all day and all night to get over to the other side. He nearly drowned. And when he finally got there he was groaning and panting, and wheezing for air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, rabbit,&quot; he panted. &quot;What did you want to tell me?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey, Teddy,&quot; the rabbit began, &quot;look how many berries are on the other side of the river.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/2875725411805349411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/2875725411805349411?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2875725411805349411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/2875725411805349411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/other-side.html' title='The Other Side'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-544107369793638100</id><published>2008-09-08T22:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:10:41.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion Tamer</title><content type='html'>wo unemployed guys are talking. One says, &quot;I&#39;m going to become a lion tamer.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other replies, &quot;That&#39;s crazy, you don&#39;t know nothing about no lion taming.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes I do!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, OK, answer me this. When one of those lions comes at you all roaring and biting, what you gonna do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then I take that big chair they all carry, and I stick it in his face until he backs down.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, what if the lion takes that big paw, and hooks the chair with them big claws, and throws that chair out of the cage? What do you do then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then I takes that whip they all carry, and I whip him and whip him until he backs down.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, what if that lion bites that whip with his big teeth, and bites it in two? What you gonna do then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then I take that gun they all carry, and I shoot him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, what if that gun doesn&#39;t work? What will you do then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then I pick up some of the shit that&#39;s on the bottom of the cage, and I throw it in his eyes, and I run out of&lt;br /&gt;the cage.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, what if there ain&#39;t no shit in the bottom of the cage? What you gonna do then?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, that&#39;s dumb. Cause if that lion comes at me, and he throws the chair out of the cage, and he bites the whip in two, and my gun don&#39;t work, there&#39;s going to be some shit on the bottom of that cage, you can bet on that.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/544107369793638100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/544107369793638100?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/544107369793638100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/544107369793638100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lion-tamer.html' title='Lion Tamer'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5354715824432035444</id><published>2008-09-08T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:10:25.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire bat</title><content type='html'>A vampire bat came flapping in from the night covered in fresh blood and parked himself on the roof of the cave to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon all the other bats smelled the blood and began hassling him about where he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them to go away and let him get some sleep but they persisted until finally he gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;OK, follow me&quot; he said and flew out of the cave with hundreds of bats behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down through the valley they went, across a river and into a forest full of trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he slowed down and all the other bats excitedly milled around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Now, do you see that tree over there?&quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, Yes, Yes!&quot; the bats all screamed in a frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good&quot; said the bat, &quot;Because I sure as hell didn&#39;t!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5354715824432035444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5354715824432035444?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5354715824432035444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5354715824432035444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/vampire-bat.html' title='Vampire bat'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-5718060572132859678</id><published>2008-09-07T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:19:09.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Less You Know, The More You Make</title><content type='html'>&quot;Salary Theorem&quot; states that &quot;Engineers and Scientists can never earn as much as Business Executives and Sales People.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This theorem can now be supported by a mathematical equation based on the following two postulates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Knowledge is Power.&lt;br /&gt;2. Time is Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every engineer knows:&lt;br /&gt;Power = Work / Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since:&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge = Power&lt;br /&gt;Time = Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows that:&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge = Work/Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solving for Money, we get:&lt;br /&gt;Money = Work / Knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, as Knowledge approaches zero, Money approaches infinity, regardless of the amount of work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;The less you know,the more you make.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5718060572132859678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/5718060572132859678?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5718060572132859678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/5718060572132859678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/less-you-know-more-you-make.html' title='The Less You Know, The More You Make'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-3345064520565460272</id><published>2008-09-07T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:18:10.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bride tells her husband</title><content type='html'>The bride tells her husband, &quot;Honey, you know I&#39;m a virgin and I don&#39;t know&lt;br /&gt;anything about sex. Can you explain it to me first?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place &#39;the&lt;br /&gt;prison&#39; and call my private thing &#39;the prisoner&#39;. So what we do is: put the&lt;br /&gt;prisoner in the prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they made love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudging him, his bride giggles, &quot;Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on his side, he smiles. &quot;Then we will have to re-imprison him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but&lt;br /&gt;the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives him&lt;br /&gt;a suggestive smile, &quot;Honey, the prisoner is out again!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently&lt;br /&gt;born foal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nudges him and says, &quot;Honey, the prisoner escaped again.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limply turning his head, He YELLS at her, &quot;Hey, its not a life sentence,&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3345064520565460272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/3345064520565460272?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/3345064520565460272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/3345064520565460272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bride-tells-her-husband.html' title='The bride tells her husband'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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-3386686658319887776.post-1376856570372872272</id><published>2008-09-06T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:01:02.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lipstick</title><content type='html'>According to a news report, a certain private school in Victoria, &lt;br /&gt;BC recently was faced with a unique problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of grade 12 girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. &lt;br /&gt;She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1376856570372872272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3386686658319887776/1376856570372872272?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/1376856570372872272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3386686658319887776/posts/default/1376856570372872272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andy-funnyjokes.blogspot.com/2008/09/lipstick.html' title='lipstick'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>