<?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-3307484694540218186</id><updated>2013-01-10T13:10:18.994-07:00</updated><category term='recommendation'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='blonde jokes'/><category term='wordplay'/><category term='politics'/><category term='video'/><category term='pets'/><category term='link'/><category term='fake tests'/><category term='redneck'/><category term='stories'/><category term='funny lists'/><category term='battle of the sexes'/><category term='puns'/><category term='lawyer jokes'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Daily Funny</title><subtitle type='html'>New funny jokes and pics several times a week! Subscribe to our RSS feed or by e-mail to get the latest.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></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-3307484694540218186.post-3760629198079818617</id><published>2011-09-01T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T15:48:00.393-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer jokes'/><title type='text'>Materialistic Lawyers</title><content type='html'>A successful attorney parked his brand new Mercedes in front of his office, ready to show it off to his colleagues. As he was getting out, a truck came along too closely and completely tore off the driver's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, a cop in a police car was close enough to see the accident and with lights flashing pulled up behind the Mercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the cop had a chance to ask any questions, the attorney started screaming hysterically about how his Mercedes, which he had just purchased the day before, was completely ruined and would never be the same, no matter how any auto body shop tried to make it new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lawyer finally wound down from his rant, the cop shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe how materialistic you lawyers are," he said. "You are so focused on your possessions that you neglect the most important things in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say such a thing?" asked the lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop replied, "Don't you realize that your left arm is missing? It was severed when the truck hit you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, MY GOSH!!!"screamed the lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Rolex is gone!"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/3760629198079818617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=3760629198079818617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3760629198079818617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3760629198079818617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/09/materialistic-lawyers.html' title='Materialistic Lawyers'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-95838722964394370</id><published>2011-08-24T16:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T16:55:24.777-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny lists'/><title type='text'>Bad Days</title><content type='html'>You know you're having a bad day when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your horn sticks on the freeway behind 32 Hell's Angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call suicide prevention and they put you on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday cake collapses from the weight of the candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turn on the evening news and they are showing emergency routes out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your twin sister forgets your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 4-year-old tells you that it's almost impossible to flush a grapefruit down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realize that you just sprayed spot remover under your arms instead of deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You discover that your 12-year-old's idea of humor is putting crazy glue in your Preparation H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs more to fill up your car than it did to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up to the soothing sound of running water...and remember that you just bought a waterbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird singing outside your window is a vulture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your answering service and they tell you it's none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your income tax refund check bounces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You compliment the boss' wife on her unusual perfume and she isn't wearing any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need one bathroom scale for each foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your wife and tell her that you would like to eat out tonight and when you get home there is a sandwich on the front porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant check has been on the table for ten minutes...and no one has touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you own is actually paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You receive a 150-page instruction booklet on how to save money...from the electric company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airline food starts to taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your doctor tells you that you are allergic to chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to borrow from your VISA to pay off your MASTERCARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves your driver's license picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your aunt Maddie, who has two poodles and a chihuahua, tells you that her doctor just recommended plenty of rest in a warm, dry climate...and you live in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health inspector condemns your office coffee maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look out the window of the airplane and the Goodyear Blimp is gaining on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gypsy fortune teller offers to refund your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think you are 40...and you really are.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/95838722964394370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=95838722964394370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/95838722964394370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/95838722964394370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/08/bad-days.html' title='Bad Days'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-3488969326346308268</id><published>2011-08-18T11:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:41:49.293-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Terror Alert Levels</title><content type='html'>The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats and have therefore raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved."  Soon, though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A Bit Cross."  The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 when tea supplies nearly ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorists have been re-categorized from "Tiresome" to "A Bloody Nuisance."  The last time the British issued a "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was in 1588, when threatened by the Spanish Armada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Scots have raised their threat level from "Pissed Off" to "Let's get the Bastards." They don't have any other levels.  This is the reason they have been used on the front line of the British army for the last 300 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide."  The only two higher levels in France are "Collaborate" and "Surrender."  The rise was precipitated by a recent fire that destroyed France 's white flag factory, effectively paralyzing the country's military capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy has increased the alert level from "Shout Loudly and Excitedly" to "Elaborate Military Posturing."  Two more levels remain: "Ineffective Combat Operations" and "Change Sides."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Germans have increased their alert state from "Disdainful Arrogance" to "Dress in&lt;br /&gt;Uniform and Sing Marching Songs."  They also have two higher levels: "Invade a Neighbor" and "Lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgians, on the other hand, are all on holiday as usual; the only threat they are worried about is NATO pulling out of Brussels .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Spanish are all excited to see their new submarines ready to deploy.  These beautifully designed subs have glass bottoms so the new Spanish navy can get a really good look at the old Spanish navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia, meanwhile, has raised its security level from "No worries" to "She'll be alright, Mate."  Three more escalation levels remain: "Crikey!","I think we'll need to cancel the barbie this weekend," and "The barbie is cancelled."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And finally Canada is at "That's not nice and please stop" threat level, and has passed a bill in the House of Commons to never raise the level any higher so not to offend the terrorists</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/3488969326346308268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=3488969326346308268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3488969326346308268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3488969326346308268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/08/terror-alert-levels.html' title='Terror Alert Levels'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-9063341775211892988</id><published>2011-08-14T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:07:05.873-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonde jokes'/><title type='text'>Blonde Jigsaw</title><content type='html'>John gets a distressed phone call from his very blonde girlfriend Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got a problem," says Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter?" asks John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I bought this jigsaw puzzle, but it's too hard. None of the pieces fit together and I can't find any edges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the picture of?" asks John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's of a big rooster," replies Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right," says John. "I'll come over and have a look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he goes over to Buffy's house and she greets him by saying, "Thanks for coming over." Buffy leads John into her kitchen and shows him the jigsaw puzzle on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John looks at the puzzle and then turns to her and says, "For heaven's sake, Buffy, put the cornflakes back in the box."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/9063341775211892988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=9063341775211892988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/9063341775211892988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/9063341775211892988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/08/blonde-jigsaw.html' title='Blonde Jigsaw'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-5607527920270028044</id><published>2011-08-09T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T15:13:48.288-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Where is God?</title><content type='html'>Two little boys, ages 8 and 10, are excessively mischievous. They are always getting into trouble and their parents know all about it. If any mischief occurs in their town, the two boys are probably involved. The boys' mother heard that a preacher in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys. The preacher agreed, but he asked to see them individually. So the mother sent the 8 year old first, in the morning, with the older boy to see the preacher in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Do you knowwhere God is, son?" The boy's mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. So the preacher repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?!" Again, the boy made no attempt to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "Where is God?!" The boy screamed &amp; bolted from the room, ran directly home &amp; dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his older brother found him in the closet, he asked, "what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother, gasping for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. GOD is missing, and they think we did it!"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/5607527920270028044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=5607527920270028044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/5607527920270028044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/5607527920270028044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/08/where-is-god.html' title='Where is God?'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-2935530588660601858</id><published>2011-08-03T10:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:40:47.657-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Ol' Fred is Dead</title><content type='html'>Ol' Fred had been a religious man who was in the hospital, near death. The family called their preacher to stand with them. As the preacher stood next to the bed, Ol' Fred's condition appeared to deteriorate and he motioned frantically for something to write on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor lovingly handed him a pen and a piece of paper, and Ol' Fred used his last bit of energy to scribble a note, then he died. The preacher thought it best not to look at the note at that time, so he placed it in his jacket pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral, as he was finishing the message, he realised that he was wearing the same jacket that he was wearing when Ol' Fred died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You know, Ol' Fred handed me a note just before he died. I haven't looked at it, but knowing Fred, I'm sure there's a word of inspiration there for us all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the note, and read out loud, "Hey, you're standing on my oxygen tube!"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/2935530588660601858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=2935530588660601858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2935530588660601858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2935530588660601858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/08/ol-fred-is-dead.html' title='Ol&apos; Fred is Dead'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-7054651754441916054</id><published>2011-07-25T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:57:12.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny lists'/><title type='text'>Hot and Dry</title><content type='html'>IT'S SO HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the birds have to use potholders to pull the worms out of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the trees are whistling for the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the best parking place is determined by shade instead of distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hot water comes from both taps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you can make sun tea instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the temperature drops below 95 F (35 C) and you feel a little chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you discover that in July it only takes two fingers to steer your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you actually burn your hand opening the car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....your biggest motorcycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up lying on the pavement and cook to death"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you realize that asphalt has a liquid stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and add butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the cows are giving evaporated milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....farmers are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO DRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That the Baptists are starting to baptize by sprinkling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Methodists are using wet-wipes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presbyterians are giving rain checks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Catholics are praying for the wine to turn back into water!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/7054651754441916054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=7054651754441916054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/7054651754441916054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/7054651754441916054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/07/hot-and-dry.html' title='Hot and Dry'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-6186375676429632334</id><published>2011-07-16T15:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:00:13.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><title type='text'>Answering Machine Messages</title><content type='html'>Answering machine messages (remember those? Y'know - before voice mail?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate about answering machine messages? They go on and on, wasting your time. I mean, all they really need to say is, "We aren't in, leave a message." That's why I've decided to keep mine simple and short. I pledge to you, my caller, that you will never have to suffer through another long answering machine message when you call me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling 217-2962. If you wish to speak to Tim, push 1 on your touch tone phone now. If you wish to speak to Lynn, push 2 on your touch tone phone now. If you have a wrong number, push 3 on your touch tone phone now. All of this button pushing doesn't do anything, but it is a good way to work off anger, and it makes us feel like we have a big time phone system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not an answering machine--this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name, your reason for calling, and a number where I can reach you, and I'll think about returning your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have reached the Strategic Air Command Nuclear Missile Storage Facility. We are unable to come to the phone right now. At the tone, please leave your name, number, and target or list of targets, and we'll launch as soon as we can. And have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Constable Augie of the Canadian Security and Intelligence Service. The phone line you have just dialed is currently under investigation on a warrant issued by the Attorney General of Canada. To facilitate our investigation, we would appreciate you leaving your name, number, a brief message, and any affiliations you may have made now, or in the past, with communist or terrorist organizations. Thank you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/6186375676429632334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=6186375676429632334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/6186375676429632334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/6186375676429632334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/07/answering-machine-messages.html' title='Answering Machine Messages'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-6421622589710419969</id><published>2011-06-28T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:54:28.519-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><title type='text'>Punny Redefinitions</title><content type='html'>These are old, but still good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ARBITRATOR: A cook that leaves Arby's to work at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. AVOIDABLE: What a bullfighter tried to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. BERNADETTE: The act of torching a mortgage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BURGLARIZE: What a crook sees with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CONTROL: A short, ugly inmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. COUNTERFEITERS: Workers who put together kitchen cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ECLIPSE: What an English barber does for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. EYEDROPPER: A clumsy ophthalmologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HEROES: What a guy in a boat does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. LEFTBANK: What the robber did when his bag was full of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. MISTY: How golfers create divots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. PARADOX: Two physicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. PARASITES: What you see from the top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. PHARMACIST: a helper on the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. POLARIZE: What penguins see with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. PRIMATE: Removing your spouse from in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. RELIEF: What trees do in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. RUBBERNECK: What you do to relax your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. SELFISH: What the owner of a seafood store does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. SUDAFED: Brought litigation against a government official.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/6421622589710419969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=6421622589710419969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/6421622589710419969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/6421622589710419969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/06/punny-redefinitions.html' title='Punny Redefinitions'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-471220540597803716</id><published>2011-05-18T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T08:53:56.910-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny lists'/><title type='text'>Paraprosdokians</title><content type='html'>A Paraprosdokian is a "Figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently used in a humorous situation." &lt;br /&gt;ie.  "Where there's a will, I want to be in it," is a type of paraprosdokian. Here's a few for your entertainment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    3. Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    4. If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    5. We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    6. War does not determine who is right - only who is left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    8. Evening news is where they begin with 'Good Evening,' and then proceed to tell you why it isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    9. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    10. A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. On my desk, I have a work station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    11. I thought I wanted a career. Turns out I just wanted paychecks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    12. Whenever I fill out an application, in the part that says, 'In case of emergency, notify:' I put 'DOCTOR.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    13. I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    14. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    15. Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    16. A clear conscience is the sign of a fuzzy memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    17. I asked God for a new car, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a car, and asked for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    18. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    19. Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    20. There's a fine line between cuddling and holding someone down so they can't get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    21. I used to be indecisive. Now I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    22. You're never too old to learn something stupid.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    23. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit, a target. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    24. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    25. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    26. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    27. A diplomat is someone who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you look forward to the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    28. Hospitality is making your guests feel at home even when you wish they were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    29. I always take life with a grain of salt. Plus a slice of lemon, and a shot of tequila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    30. When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom: "The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/471220540597803716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=471220540597803716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/471220540597803716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/471220540597803716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/05/paraprosdokians.html' title='Paraprosdokians'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-8437410584196533950</id><published>2011-05-16T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:29:14.828-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Converting the Heathen Bear</title><content type='html'>A priest, a minister and a rabbi want to see who’s best at his job. So they each go into the woods, find a bear, and attempt to convert it. Later they get together. The priest begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I found the bear, I read to him from the Catechism and sprinkled him with holy water. Next week is his First Communion.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I found a bear by the stream,” says the minister, “and preached God’s holy word. The bear was so mesmerized that he let me baptize him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both look down at the rabbi, who is lying on a gurney in a body cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Looking back,” he says, “maybe I shouldn’t have started with the circumcision.”</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/8437410584196533950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=8437410584196533950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8437410584196533950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8437410584196533950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/05/converting-heathen-bear.html' title='Converting the Heathen Bear'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-406939553841959936</id><published>2011-05-11T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:49:04.419-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><title type='text'>Biblical History of the Internet</title><content type='html'>In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot. And Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day she said unto Abraham: "Why dost thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou canst trade without ever leaving thy tent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said: "How, dear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dot replied: "I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah's Pony Stable (UPS)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success. Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prevent neighbouring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was called Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures - Hebrew To The People (HTTP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this success did arouse envy. A man named Maccabia did secrete himself inside Abraham's drum and began to siphon off some of Abraham's business. But he was soon discovered, arrested and prosecuted for insider trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the young men did take to Dot Com's trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. &lt;br /&gt;They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land. And indeed did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates' drumheads and drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dot did say: "Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others." And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel , or eBay as it came to be known. He said: "We need a name that reflects what we are." And Dot replied: "Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAHOO," said Abraham. And because it was Dot's idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham's cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot's drums to locate things around the countryside. It soon became known as God's Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how it all began. Truly! (All this time you thought it was Al Gore)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/406939553841959936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=406939553841959936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/406939553841959936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/406939553841959936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/05/biblical-history-of-internet.html' title='Biblical History of the Internet'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-2243253289202009340</id><published>2011-04-26T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:20:03.326-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Country Baptist Dinner</title><content type='html'>A group of country friends from the Cottonwood Baptist Church wanted to get together on a regular basis, socialize, and play games. The lady of the house was to prepare the meal. When it came time for Ken and Janet to be the hosts - Janet wanted to outdo all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet decided to have mushroom-smothered steak. But, mushrooms are expensive. She then told her husband, "No mushrooms. They are too high."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Why don't you go down in the pasture and pick some of those mushrooms? There are plenty in the creek bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "No, some wild mushrooms are poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Well, I see varmints eating them and they're OK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Janet decided to give it a try. She picked a bunch, washed, sliced, and diced them for her smothered steak. Then she went out on the back porch and gave Ol' Spot (the yard dog) a double handful. Ol' Spot ate every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All morning long, Janet watched Ol' Spot and the wild mushrooms didn't seem to affect him, so she decided to use them. The meal was a great success, and Janet even hired a helper lady from town to help her serve. She had on a white apron and a fancy little cap on her head. After everyone had finished, they relaxed, socialized, and played 42 &amp; Mexican dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About then, the helper lady from town, came in and whispered in Janet's ear. She said, "Mrs. Williams, Ol' Spot just died." Janet went into hysterics. After she finally calmed down, she called the doctor and told him what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "That's bad, but I think we can take care of it. I will call for an ambulance and I will be there as quick as possible. We'll give everyone enemas and we will pump out everyone's stomach. Everything will be fine. Just keep them calm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they could hear the siren as the ambulance was coming down the road. The EMTs &amp; the doctor had their suitcases, syringes, and a stomach pump. One by one, they took each person into the bathroom, gave them an enema and pumped out their stomach. After the last one was finished, the doctor came out and said, "I think everything will be fine now" and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all looking pretty weak sitting around the living room and about this time, the helper lady came in and said, "You know that fellow that ran over Ol' Spot never even stopped."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/2243253289202009340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=2243253289202009340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2243253289202009340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2243253289202009340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/04/country-baptist-dinner.html' title='Country Baptist Dinner'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-759954150801273042</id><published>2011-04-11T15:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:08:27.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Mistress</title><content type='html'>A husband and wife were having dinner at a very fine restaurant when this absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, says she'll see him later and walks away. His wife glares at him and says, "Who the hell was that?" "Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress." "Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce." "I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Infinities and Lexuses in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours." Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm. "Who's that woman with Jim? " asks the wife. "That's his mistress," says her husband. "Ours is prettier," she replies.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/759954150801273042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=759954150801273042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/759954150801273042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/759954150801273042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/04/mistress.html' title='Mistress'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-8348772995459771303</id><published>2011-03-22T12:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:21:37.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><title type='text'>The Return of King Philip IV</title><content type='html'>Here's another great one from &lt;a href="http://www.improveverwhere.com"&gt;Improv Everywhere&lt;/a&gt; when they recruit a 400 year old king to post next to his portrait in a museum and sign autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TvBbVA36y1U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/8348772995459771303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=8348772995459771303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8348772995459771303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8348772995459771303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/03/return-of-king-philip-iv.html' title='The Return of King Philip IV'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TvBbVA36y1U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-4089583485224401600</id><published>2011-03-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:02:28.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puns'/><title type='text'>Another Funny Yoke</title><content type='html'>The bank manager noticed the new clerk was terrible when it came to counting money and adding up figures.&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you get your financial education?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Yale," replies the lad. The manager is sure he's misheard the man, so he asks his question again and the man again responds "Yale."&lt;br /&gt;That can't be right, thinks the manager. He decides he's going to check it out online.&lt;br /&gt;"And what's your full name again?" asks the manager.&lt;br /&gt;"Yim Yohnston."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/4089583485224401600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=4089583485224401600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/4089583485224401600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/4089583485224401600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/03/another-funny-yoke.html' title='Another Funny Yoke'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-8135755512389232045</id><published>2011-02-15T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T12:36:26.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Seller Beware....</title><content type='html'>A little old lady answered her doorbell and saw a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning," said the young man. "If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners."&lt;br /&gt;"Go away!" said the old lady. "I haven't got any money!"&lt;br /&gt;As she closed the door, the young man quickly wedged his foot in the door and pushed it open.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be too hasty!" he said. "Not until you have at least seen my demonstration."&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.&lt;br /&gt;"If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, ma'am, I will personally eat the remainder."&lt;br /&gt;The old lady stepped back and said, "Well I hope you've got a damned good appetite, because they cut off my electricity this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like reading the daily funny? Share it with a friend!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/8135755512389232045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=8135755512389232045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8135755512389232045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8135755512389232045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/02/seller-beware.html' title='Seller Beware....'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-8562872622299075351</id><published>2011-02-02T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:14:54.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle of the sexes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Sensitivity Training</title><content type='html'>The  room was full of pregnant women  with their partners.  The class  was in full swing. The  instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly and was telling the men how to give the  necessary assurance to their partners at this stage of  the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said  "Ladies, remember that exercise is good for  you.  Walking is&lt;br /&gt;especially beneficial.  It strengthens the pelvic muscles and  will make delivery that much easier.  Just take several stops and stay on a soft surface like grass or a path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the  men in  the room, "and Gentlemen, remember -- You're in this&lt;br /&gt;together  --  It  wouldn't hurt you to go walking with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  room suddenly got very  quiet as the men absorbed this  information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a man at  the back of the  room slowly raised his hand. "I was  just wondering if it would be all right if she carries a golf bag while we walk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of sensitivity just can't  be taught..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/8562872622299075351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=8562872622299075351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8562872622299075351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8562872622299075351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/02/sensitivity-training.html' title='Sensitivity Training'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-2951314654238852778</id><published>2011-01-28T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:31:15.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Work Ethic?</title><content type='html'>A new CEO takes over at a struggling company and decides to get rid of all the slackers.&lt;br /&gt;On a tour of the facilities, the CEO notices a guy leaning on a wall. He can't believe this guy would just stand around on the job.&lt;br /&gt;The new CEO walks up to the guy leaning against the wall and asks, "What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just waiting to get paid," responds the man.&lt;br /&gt;Furious, the CEO asks "How much money do you make a week?"&lt;br /&gt;A little surprised, the young fellow replies, "I make about $300 a week. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;The CEO quickly gets out his checkbook, hands the guy a check made out to cash for $1,200 and says, "Here's four weeks' pay, now get out and don't come back."&lt;br /&gt;The man puts the check in his pocket and promptly walks out.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty good about himself, the CEO looks around the room and asks, "Does anyone want to tell me what just happened here?"&lt;br /&gt;From across the room comes a voice, "Yeah, you just tipped the pizza delivery guy $1,200."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/2951314654238852778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=2951314654238852778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2951314654238852778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2951314654238852778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/01/work-ethic.html' title='Work Ethic?'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-1172950423193239904</id><published>2011-01-26T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:51:18.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Good Seat Wasted</title><content type='html'>It's Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Final, and a man makes his way to his seat right at center ice. He sits down, noticing that the seat next to him is empty. He leans over and asks his neighbor if someone will be sitting there. "No" says the neighbor. "The seat is empty." "This is incredible," said the man. "Who in their right mind would have a seat like this for the Stanley Cup and not use it?" The neighbor says, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me. I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Stanley Cup we haven't been to together since we got married." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. That's terrible... But couldn't you find someone else, a friend or relative, or even a neighbor to take the seat?" The man shakes his head. "No,” he says. “They're all at the funeral."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/1172950423193239904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=1172950423193239904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/1172950423193239904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/1172950423193239904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2011/01/good-seat-wasted.html' title='A Good Seat Wasted'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-4982249069613196610</id><published>2010-11-22T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:07:10.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Who Wants to Be a Game Show Contestant?</title><content type='html'>Bob couldn't believe it -- he'd made it to the last round of his favorite game show. "Congratulations, Bob," said the emcee. "Answer correctly and you go home with five million dollars! &lt;br /&gt;"This is a two-part question on American history," he continued. "The second half of the question is always easier. Which part would you like first?" &lt;br /&gt;Bob figured he'd play it safe. "I think I'll try the second part of the question first." &lt;br /&gt;The emcee nodded approvingly, while the audience was silent with anticipation. &lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Bob, here is your question: And in what year did it happen?"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/4982249069613196610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=4982249069613196610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/4982249069613196610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/4982249069613196610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2010/11/who-wants-to-be-game-show-contestant.html' title='Who Wants to Be a Game Show Contestant?'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-1422021642332295497</id><published>2010-11-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T10:02:17.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>A Red Wagon</title><content type='html'>It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco. Pastor Mike was looking at the nativity scene outside when he noticed the baby Jesus was missing from the figures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Pastor Mike turned towards the church to call the police. But as he was about to do so, he saw little Jimmy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant, Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Mike walked up to Jimmy and said, "Well, Jimmy, where did you get the little infant?"Jimmy replied, "I got him from the church." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And why did you take him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sheepish smile, Jimmy said, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to little Lord Jesus. I told him if he would bring me a red wagon for Christmas, I would give him a ride around the block in it."</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/1422021642332295497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=1422021642332295497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/1422021642332295497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/1422021642332295497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2010/11/red-wagon.html' title='A Red Wagon'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-8360680722706099500</id><published>2010-11-04T11:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:51:27.180-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle of the sexes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Area 51</title><content type='html'>You've heard of the Air Force's ultra-high-security, super-secret base in Nevada, known simply as "Area 51?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, late one afternoon, the Air Force folks out at Area 51 were surprised to see a Cessna landing at their "secret" base. They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot's story was that he took off from Vegas, got lost, and spotted the Base just as he was about to run out of fuel. The Air Force started a full FBI background check on the pilot and held him overnight during the investigation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the next day, they were finally convinced that the pilot really was lost and wasn't a spy. They gassed up his airplane, gave him a terrifying "you-did-not-see-a-base" briefing, complete with threats of spending the rest of his life in prison, told him Vegas was that-a-way on such-and-such a heading, and sent him on his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, to the total disbelief of the Air Force, the same Cessna showed up again. Once again, the MP's surrounded the plane... only this time there were two people in the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same pilot jumped out and said, "Do anything you want to me, but my wife is in the plane and you have to tell her where I was last night!"</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/8360680722706099500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=8360680722706099500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8360680722706099500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/8360680722706099500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2010/11/area-51.html' title='Area 51'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-3115825468276373251</id><published>2010-10-11T14:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:39:23.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle of the sexes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordplay'/><title type='text'>A Woman's Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Definitions of words when used by Women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fine - I am right. This argument is over. You need to shut up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That's Okay - One of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. "That's okay" means she wants to think hard and long before deciding when and how you'll pay for your mistake.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing - The calm before the storm. This means "Something" and you better be on your toes. Note: Arguments that start with "Nothing" usually end with "Fine" (See #1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Five Minutes - If getting dressed, this means half an hour. (Don't be mad about this. It's the same definition for you when it's your turn to do some chores around the house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanks - A woman is thanking you. Do not question this or faint. Just say, "You're welcome," and let it go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Loud Sigh - Not actually a word but rather a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. It means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is standing here wasting her time arguing with you about "Nothing." (See #3)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Go Ahead - This is a dare, not permission. (Don't Do It!)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't worry about it, I got it - The second most dangerous statement a woman can make. It means that a woman has asked a man several times to do something and is now doing it herself. (This will result in you asking at a later date, "What's wrong?" For the woman's response, see #3.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/3115825468276373251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=3115825468276373251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3115825468276373251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/3115825468276373251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2010/10/womans-dictionary.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Dictionary'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3307484694540218186.post-2635061384512104355</id><published>2010-10-04T14:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:11:58.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Peanuts</title><content type='html'>As a pastor was visiting an elderly lady in the hospital he noticed a bowl of peanuts by her bed. He began to nibble the peanuts as they visited and by the end of the visit realized he had consumed the entire bowl. Feeling badly he bought a bag and brought them to her the next day. As he gave them to her he explained they were to replace those he'd eaten the day before. "Why you didn't need to do that Pastor", the lady explained. "The thing is, I don't have any teeth, so when my nephew brings me chocolate-covered peanuts. Well, I just suck the chocolate off and spit the peanuts in the bowl." ...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/feeds/2635061384512104355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3307484694540218186&amp;postID=2635061384512104355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2635061384512104355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3307484694540218186/posts/default/2635061384512104355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyfunny.bob-space.com/2010/10/peanuts.html' title='Peanuts'/><author><name>Roger Hicks</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/114361272878355264688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oPlC0eNWaDg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CGiXm5RZ_fc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>