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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;buying an all terrain 4 wheeler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... Never really wanted to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied. When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The silence was almost deafening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 10 gauge barrels. The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's Arse?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir ... But... I've always wanted to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There are a few lessons for us all here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Never be arrogant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Don't waste ammunition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Always, always make sure you know who has the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt; font-style: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Don't mess with old folks, they didn't get old by being stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Jack, age 92, and Jill, age 89, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a chemist shop and Jack suggests they go in. &lt;br /&gt;
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The chemist answers, "Yes." &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "Of course we do." &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "All kinds" &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "Medicine for memory problems, arthritis, and Alzheimer's?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "Yes, a large variety. The works." &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "Absolutely." &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "Everything for heartburn and indigestion?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "We sure do..." &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "All speeds and sizes." &lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "Adult incontinence pants?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Chemist: "Sure."&lt;br /&gt;
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Jack: "Then we'd like to use this store for our wedding presents list..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The robbers, who expected to find one or two large safes filled with cash&amp;nbsp;and valuables, were surprised to see hundreds of smaller safes throughout the bank. &lt;br /&gt;
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The robbers cracked the first safe's combination, and inside they found only a &lt;b&gt;small&lt;/b&gt; bowl of vanilla pudding. &lt;br /&gt;
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As recorded on the bank's audio tape system, one robber said, 'At least we'll have a bit to eat.' &lt;br /&gt;
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The robbers opened up a second safe, and it also contained nothing but vanilla pudding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The process continued until all safes were opened. &lt;br /&gt;
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They did not find one pound sterling, a diamond, or an ounce of gold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Instead, all the safes contained covered little bowls of pudding. &lt;br /&gt;
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Disappointed, the robbers made a quiet exit, each leaving with nothing more than a queasy, uncomfortably full stomach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Next day the newspaper headline read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'SPERM BANK ROBBED EARLY THIS MORNING'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/8083780527558276990-6772911057912788582?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhZq2lqPc45o1L5BgvRyaSs47mE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fhZq2lqPc45o1L5BgvRyaSs47mE/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/zRQhW/~4/ajlTlUWUmco" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083780527558276990/posts/default/6772911057912788582?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8083780527558276990/posts/default/6772911057912788582?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zRQhW/~3/ajlTlUWUmco/vanilla-pudding-robbery.html" title="The Vanilla Pudding Robbery" /><author><name>admin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://serendipityhumour.blogspot.com/2011/11/vanilla-pudding-robbery.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQX0yeip7ImA9WhRRE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8083780527558276990.post-7967297304131351787</id><published>2011-11-26T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:56:20.392-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-26T09:56:20.392-08:00</app:edited><title>And do you men know Jesus Christ?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrls034ENRo/TtEoIM789OI/AAAAAAAAAOg/f_RdjiCq3H4/s1600/nun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nrls034ENRo/TtEoIM789OI/AAAAAAAAAOg/f_RdjiCq3H4/s200/nun.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An old nun who was living in a convent next to a building site noticed the coarse language of the workers and decided to spend some time with them to correct their ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She decided she would take her lunch; sit with the workers; and talk with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She put her sandwich in a brown bag and walked over to the spot where the men were eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sporting a big smile, she walked up to the group and asked: "And do you men know Jesus Christ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They shook their heads and looked at each other.. very confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the workers looked up into the steelworks and yelled out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Anybody up there know Jesus Christ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the steelworkers yelled down, "Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The worker yelled back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"'Cause his wife's here with his lunch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The first thing Daisy asked was, "Do you have a condom?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Donald frowned and said, "No."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Daisy told Donald that if he didn't get a condom, they could not have sex.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Maybe they sell them at the front desk," she suggested.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes, we do," the clerk said and pulled a box out from under the counter and gave it to Donald.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The clerk asked, "Would you like me to put them on your bill?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"Thit No!" Donald quacked, "I'd thuffocate!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083780527558276990-670479446191257019?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone noticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;her little woops and prays that a sales person was not anywhere near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she turns around, her worst nightmare materialises in the form of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a salesman standing right behind her - Good looking as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cool as a cucumber, he displays all of the qualities one would expect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;of a professional in a store like Harrods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He politely greets the lady with, 'Good day, Madam. How may we help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blushing and uncomfortable, but still hoping that the salesman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;somehow missed her little 'incident', she asks, 'what is the price of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this lovely bracelet?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He answers, "Madam - if you farted just looking at it - you're going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;to shit yourself when I tell you the price!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083780527558276990-9122928795334987602?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Calories are the little bastards that get into your wardrobe at&lt;br /&gt;
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night and sew your clothes tighter...&lt;br /&gt;
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MINE IS INFESTED WITH THE LITTLE SHITS.&lt;br /&gt;
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The waitress asks them for their orders. &lt;br /&gt;
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The truckie says, 'A hamburger, chips and a coke,' and turns to the emu, 'What's yours?'  &lt;br /&gt;
'Sounds great, I'll have the  same,' says the emu. &lt;br /&gt;
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A short time later the waitress returns with the order 'That will be $9.40  please,' and he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the exact change apays. &lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, the man and the emu come again and he says, 'A hamburger, chips and a coke.' &lt;br /&gt;
The emu says, ' Sounds great, I'll have the same.' &lt;br /&gt;
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Again the truckie reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change. &lt;br /&gt;
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This becomes routine until the two enter again. 'The usual?' asks the waitress. &lt;br /&gt;
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'No, it's Friday night, so I'll have a steak, baked potato and a salad,' says the man.. &lt;br /&gt;
' Same for me,' says the emu.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will be $32.62.' &lt;br /&gt;
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Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and places it on the table. &lt;br /&gt;
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The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. 'Excuse me mate, how do you manage to always pull the exact change from your pocket every time?'  &lt;br /&gt;
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'Well, love' says  the  truckie, 'a few years ago, I was cleaning out the back shed, and found an old lamp. When I cleaned it, a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes. &lt;br /&gt;
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My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always be there.' &lt;br /&gt;
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'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would ask for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want, for as long as you live!'  &lt;br /&gt;
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'That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact money is always there.' says the man. &lt;br /&gt;
Still curious the waitress asks, 'What's with the bloody emu?'   &lt;br /&gt;
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The truckie pauses, sighs, and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall bird with a big arse and long legs, who agrees with everything I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083780527558276990-3475425646456164907?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Waving your arms around and talking bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;
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* BLAMESTORMING.&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting round in a group, discussing why a deadline was missed or a project failed and who was responsible.&lt;br /&gt;
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* SEAGULL MANAGER.&lt;br /&gt;
A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on everything and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;
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* SALMON DAY.&lt;br /&gt;
The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream only to get screwed and die.&lt;br /&gt;
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* CUBE FARM.&lt;br /&gt;
An office filled with cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;
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* PRAIRIE DOGGING..&lt;br /&gt;
When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube farm and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on. (This also applies to applause for a promotion because there may be cake.)&lt;br /&gt;
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* SALAD DODGER.&lt;br /&gt;
An excellent phrase for an overweight person.&lt;br /&gt;
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* SWAMP DONKEY.&lt;br /&gt;
A deeply unattractive person..&lt;br /&gt;
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* AEROPLANE BLONDE.&lt;br /&gt;
One who has bleached/dyed her hair but still has a 'black box'.&lt;br /&gt;
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* PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE.&lt;br /&gt;
The fine art of whacking the crap out of an electronic device to get it to work again.&lt;br /&gt;
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* OH-NO SECOND.&lt;br /&gt;
That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that you've just made a BIG mistake. (e.g. You've hit 'reply all').&lt;br /&gt;
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* GREYHOUND.&lt;br /&gt;
A very short skirt, only an inch from the hare.&lt;br /&gt;
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* MILLENNIUM DOMES.&lt;br /&gt;
The contents of a Wonderbra, i.e. extremely impressive when viewed from the outside but there's actually naught in there worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;
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* MONKEY BATH . &lt;br /&gt;
A bath so hot, that when lowering yourself in, you go: 'Oo! Oo! Oo! Aa! Aa! Aa!'.&lt;br /&gt;
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* MYSTERY BUS.&lt;br /&gt;
The bus that arrives at the pub on Friday night while you're in the toilet after your 10th pint and whisks away all the unattractive people so the pub is suddenly packed with stunners when you come back in.&lt;br /&gt;
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* TART FUEL.&lt;br /&gt;
Bottled premixed spirits, regularly consumed by young women.&lt;br /&gt;
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* TRAMP STAMP.&lt;br /&gt;
Tattoo on a female.&lt;br /&gt;
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* PICASSO BUM.&lt;br /&gt;
A woman whose knickers are too small for her, so she looks like she's got 4 buttocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083780527558276990-7440994437731109995?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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 After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my coffee, &lt;br /&gt;
 and noticed that everybody was staring at me....&lt;br /&gt;
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 Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;
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We’ve had the iPhone&lt;br /&gt;
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We’ve the iPod touch&lt;br /&gt;
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Now we are currently being wowed by the iPad&lt;br /&gt;
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What next?&lt;br /&gt;
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"May I help you sir?" she asked.. &lt;br /&gt;
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"I want to see Valerie," the man replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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"Sir, Valerie is one of our most expensive ladies. Perhaps you would prefer someone else", said the madam. &lt;br /&gt;
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"No, I must see Valerie," he replied. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just then, Valerie appeared and announced to the man she charged £5000 a visit. Without hesitation, the man pulled out five thousand pounds and gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, the man calmly left.. &lt;br /&gt;
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The next night, the man appeared again, once more demanding to see Valerie. &lt;br /&gt;
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Valerie explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row, as she was so expensive. There were no discounts. The price was still £5000. &lt;br /&gt;
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Again, the man pulled out the money, gave it to Valerie, and they went upstairs. After an hour, he left. &lt;br /&gt;
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The following night the man was there yet again. Everyone was astounded that he had come for a third consecutive night, but he paid Valerie and they went upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;
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After their session, Valerie said to the man, "No one has ever been with me three nights in a row. Where are you from?" &lt;br /&gt;
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The man replied, " Edinburgh ." &lt;br /&gt;
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"Really", she said. "I have family in Edinburgh ." &lt;br /&gt;
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"I know." the man said. "Your sister died, and I'm her solicitor. I was instructed to deliver your £15,000 inheritance in person..." &lt;br /&gt;
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The moral of the story is that three things in life are certain------&lt;br /&gt;
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I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of.  &lt;br /&gt;
He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house,&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall&lt;br /&gt;
and again slept for about an hour.   &lt;br /&gt;
This continued off and on for several weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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Curious I pinned a note to his collar :-&lt;br /&gt;
'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware&lt;br /&gt;
that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar:&lt;br /&gt;
'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 – he's trying to catch up on his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
Can I come with him tomorrow' ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8083780527558276990-5539416463949252594?l=serendipityhumour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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From inside they heard the shopkeeper say,  'Come in. Come into my humble shop.'&lt;br /&gt;
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So the married  couple walked in. &lt;br /&gt;
The shopkeeper said to them, 'I 'ave some special sandals I  think you would be interested in. They makes you wild at sex.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the  wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the &lt;br /&gt;
man claimed,  but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the Sex God that he was..  &lt;br /&gt;
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The husband asked the man, 'How could sandals make you a sex freak?'  &lt;br /&gt;
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The shopkeeper replied, 'Just try them on, Man.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the husband,  after some badgering from his wife, finally gave in and tried them on.  &lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his  eyes, something his wife hadn't seen before!! &lt;br /&gt;
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In the blink of an eye,  the husband grabbed the shopkeeper, bent him over the table, yanked down his  pants, ripped down his own pants, and grabbed a firm hold of the shopkeeper's  thighs.&lt;br /&gt;
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