<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2024 22:13:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>clean jokes</category><category>clean short jokes</category><title>Clean Jokes</title><description>Great collection of clean jokes. All about clean jokes, clean funny jokes, clean short jokes, good clean jokes, free clean jokes.</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-8272257524686809764</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-31T03:19:32.336-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES EMPHASIS</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; force of emphasis is clearly shown in  the following brief colloquy, between two lawyers:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Sir,&quot; demanded one, indignantly, &quot;do you imagine me to be a  scoundrel?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;No, Sir,&quot; said the other coolly, &quot;I do not &lt;i&gt;imagine&lt;/i&gt; you to be  one.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-emphasis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-7277060120433085833</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-17T00:27:49.041-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES A FORGETFUL MAN</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A man&lt;/span&gt;, endowed with an extraordinary  capacity for forgetfulness, was tried some time ago, at Paris, for vagabondage. He gave his name as Auguste Lessite, and believed he was born at Bourges. As he had forgotten his age, the registry of all the births in that city, from 1812 to 1822, was consulted, but only one person of the name of Lessite had been born there during that time, and that was a girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Are you sure your name is Lessite?&quot; asked the judge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, I thought it was, but maybe it ain&#39;t.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Are you confident you were born at Bourges?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, I always supposed I was, but I shouldn&#39;t wonder if it was somewhere else.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Where does your family live at present?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t know; I&#39;ve forgotten.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Can you remember ever having seen your father and mother?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;I can&#39;t recollect to save myself; I sometimes think I have, and then again I think I haven&#39;t.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;What trade do you follow?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, I am either a tailor or a cooper, and for the life of me I  can&#39;t tell which: at any rate, I&#39;m either one or the other.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-forgetful-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-6587188737793231711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-15T08:11:03.464-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES AN ACUTE HINT</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;An&lt;/span&gt; Irish footman carrying a basket of game  from his master to his friend, waited some time for the customary fee, but seeing no appearance of it, he scratched his head, and said, &quot;Sir, if my master should say, Paddy, what did the gentleman give you?—&lt;i&gt;what would your honor have me to tell him?&lt;/i&gt;&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-acute-hint.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-5891608868816857333</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T05:51:04.840-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES COCKNEY NARRATIVE</title><description>I &lt;i&gt;laid&lt;/i&gt; at my friend&#39;s house last night, and &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; as I &lt;i&gt;laid  me down&lt;/i&gt; to sleep, I heard a rumbling at the window of my chamber, which was &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; over the kitchen, a sort of portico, the top of which was &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; even with the floor of my room. Well, I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; peeped up, and as  the moon was &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; rising, I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; saw the head of a man; so I &lt;i&gt;got  me up&lt;/i&gt; softly, &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; as I was, in my shirt, &lt;i&gt;goes&lt;/i&gt; to where the  pistols &lt;i&gt;laid&lt;/i&gt; that I had &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; loaded, and laid them &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; within my  reach. I hid myself behind the curtains, &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; as he was completely in the  room. &lt;i&gt;Just&lt;/i&gt; as I was about to lift my hand to shoot him, &lt;i&gt;thinks I&lt;/i&gt;,  would it be &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; to kill &lt;i&gt;this here&lt;/i&gt; man, without &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; were  sure he came with an &lt;i&gt;unjust&lt;/i&gt; intention? so I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; cried out &lt;i&gt;hem!&lt;/i&gt; upon  which he fell to the ground, and there he &lt;i&gt;laid&lt;/i&gt;, and I could &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; see  that he looked &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; as if he was dead; so I &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; asked him what  business he had in &lt;i&gt;that there&lt;/i&gt; room? Poor man! he could &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; speak, and  said he had &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; come to see Mary!</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-cockney-narrative.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-5943687620472031024</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-14T05:50:12.387-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean short jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES SINCERE REGRET</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; a gentleman who was continually lamenting  the loss of his first wife before his second, she one day said, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Indeed, Sir, no one regrets her more than I do.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-sincere-regret.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-7395649128514565308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-12T06:26:36.902-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES HARD CASE</title><description>A polite young lady recently asserted that she had lived near a barn-yard, and that it was impossible for her to sleep in the morning, on account of the outcry made by a &quot;gentleman hen.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-hard-case.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-4440126155810477777</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T07:41:31.802-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES BIG WORDS</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; best hit we have lately seen at the &lt;i&gt;rather&lt;/i&gt; American fashion of employing big crooked words, instead of little straight ones, is in the following dialogue between a highfalutin lawyer and a plain witness:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Did the defendant knock the plaintiff down with &lt;i&gt;malice prepense&lt;/i&gt;?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;No, Sir; he knocked him down with a flat-iron.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;You misunderstand me, my friend; I want to know whether he attacked him with any evil intent?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;O no, Sir, it was outside of the tent.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;No, no; I wish you to tell me whether the attack was at all a preconcerted affair?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;No, Sir; it was not a free concert affair—it was at a circus.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-big-words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-1970025627393989888</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 11:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-05T03:43:45.417-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES LACONIC AND DECISIVE</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A wealthy&lt;/span&gt; Jew, having made several ineffectual applications for leave to quit Berlin, at length sent a letter to the king imploring permission to travel for the benefit of his health, to which he received the following answer:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-left: 2em;&quot;&gt;&quot;Dear Ephraim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-left: 6em;&quot;&gt;&quot;Nothing but death shall part us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;margin-left: 18em;&quot;&gt;&quot;FREDERICK.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-laconic-and-decisive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-8814316475154353641</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T03:13:13.931-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean short jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES THEATRICAL CRITICISM</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;When&lt;/span&gt; Woodward first played Sir John Brute, Garrick was present. A few days after, when they met, Woodward asked Garrick how he liked him in the part, adding, &quot;I think I struck out some beauties in it.&quot; &quot;&lt;i&gt;I think,&lt;/i&gt;&quot; said Garrick, &quot;&lt;i&gt;that you struck out all the beauties in it.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-theatrical-criticism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-5563683780510135735</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T03:11:29.599-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES A MISTAKE</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;Fredrick I.&lt;/span&gt; of Prussia, when a new soldier appeared on the parade, was wont to ask him, &quot;How old are you?—how long have you been in my service?—have you received your pay and clothing?&quot; A young Frenchman who had volunteered into the service, being informed by his officer of the questions which the monarch would ask, took care to have the answers ready. The king, seeing him in the ranks, unfortunately reversed the questions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Q. How long have you been in my service?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A. Twenty-one years, and please your majesty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Q. How old are you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A. One year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The king, surprised, said, &quot;Either you or I must be a fool.&quot; The soldier, taking this for the third question, relative to his pay and clothing, replied, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Both&lt;/i&gt;, and please your majesty.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/03/clean-jokes-mistake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-2071522025419488532</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T06:22:20.172-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES CONSOLATION</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;An&lt;/span&gt; Irish officer had the misfortune to be dreadfully wounded in one of the late battles in Holland. As he lay on the ground, an unlucky soldier, who was near him, and was also severely wounded, made a terrible howling, when the officer exclaimed, &quot;What do you make such a noise for? &lt;i&gt;Do you think there is nobody killed but yourself?&lt;/i&gt;&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-consolation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-8576147182974638915</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T06:11:57.067-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean short jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES SEVERAL NEGATIVES</title><description>&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;Mister&lt;/span&gt;, I say, I don&#39;t suppose you don&#39;t know of nobody who don&#39;t want to hire nobody to do nothing, don&#39;t you?&quot; &quot;Yes, I don&#39;t.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-several-negatives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-3450322008168410680</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T06:11:17.236-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES DIFFERENT LINES</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A person&lt;/span&gt; arrived from a voyage to the East Indies inquired of a friend after their mutual acquaintance, and, among the rest, one who had the misfortune to be hanged during his absence:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;How is Tom Moody?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;He is dead.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;He was in the grocery line when I left this.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;He was in quite a different &lt;i&gt;line&lt;/i&gt; when he died.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-different-lines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-8773070132688509663</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T05:13:42.224-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES NEGRO WIT</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A Jamaica planter&lt;/span&gt;, with a nose as fiery and rubicund as that of the &lt;i&gt;illuminating&lt;/i&gt; Bardolph, was taking his &lt;i&gt;siesta&lt;/i&gt; after dinner, when a mosquito lighting on his &lt;i&gt;proboscis&lt;/i&gt;, instantly flew back. &quot;Aha! massa mosquito,&quot; cried Quacco, who was in attendance, &quot;&lt;i&gt;you burn your foot!&lt;/i&gt;&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-negro-wit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-9173427763351415165</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 13:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T05:13:03.531-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES THEATRICAL BON-MOT</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; a very thin house in the country, an actress spoke very low in her communication with her lover. The actor, whose benefit it happened to be, exclaimed with a face of woeful humor, &quot;My dear, you may speak out, there is nobody to hear us.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-theatrical-bon-mot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-7969315756241793848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-21T02:33:40.555-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES CONCISENESS</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;Louis XIV.&lt;/span&gt; traveling, met a priest riding post. Ordering him to stop, he asked hastily, &quot;Whence? whither? for what?&quot; He answered, &quot;Bruges—Paris—a benefice.&quot; &quot;You shall have it.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-conciseness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-7923097376608637257</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Feb 2010 10:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-21T02:32:52.719-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES ALLIES WILL FALL OUT</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A gentleman&lt;/span&gt; having to fight a main in the country, gave charge to his servant to carry down two cocks. Pat put them together in a bag; on opening which, at his arrival, he was surprised to find one of them dead, and the other terribly wounded. Being rebuked by his master for putting them in the same bag, he said he thought there was no danger of them hurting each other, as they were going to fight &lt;i&gt;on the same side&lt;/i&gt;.</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-allies-will-fall-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-3647333679249691322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T02:28:41.932-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES CATCHING A TARTAR</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;An&lt;/span&gt; Irish soldier called out to his companion:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Hollo! Pat, I have taken a prisoner.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Bring him along, then; bring him along!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;He won&#39;t come.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;Then come yourself.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&quot;&lt;i&gt;He won&#39;t let me.&lt;/i&gt;&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-catching-tartar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-2995751618687211470</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 10:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-20T02:25:47.940-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES ANTIGALLICAN</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A downright&lt;/span&gt; John Bull going into a coffee-house, briskly ordered a glass of brandy and water; &quot;But,&quot; said he, &quot;bring me none of your cursed &lt;i&gt;French stuff&lt;/i&gt;.&quot; The waiter said respectfully, &quot;&lt;i&gt;Genuine British&lt;/i&gt;, Sir, I assure you.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-antigallican.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-4798057178910290630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T04:56:02.904-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES IMPRACTICABILITY</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A gentleman&lt;/span&gt; in the pit, at the representation of a certain tragedy, observed to his neighbor, he wondered that it was not hissed: the other answered, &quot;People can&#39;t both yawn and hiss at once.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-impracticability.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-3209018650884770947</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T04:55:21.870-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES A DIALOGUE</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; late Caleb Whitfoord, finding his nephew, Charles Smith, playing the violin, the following hits took place:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;W.&lt;/i&gt; I fear, Charles, you &lt;i&gt;lose&lt;/i&gt; a great deal of &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; with this fiddling.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;S.&lt;/i&gt; Sir, I endeavor to &lt;i&gt;keep time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;W.&lt;/i&gt; You mean rather to &lt;i&gt;kill time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;S.&lt;/i&gt; No, I only &lt;i&gt;beat time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-dialogue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-3055394943169247074</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 12:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-15T04:24:50.651-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES AN UNLUCKY COMPLIMENT</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;A French&lt;/span&gt; gentleman congratulated Madame Denis on her performance of the part of Lara. &quot;To do justice to that part,&quot; said she, &quot;the actress should be young and handsome.&quot; &quot;Ah, madam!&quot; replied the complimenter, &quot;you are a complete proof of the contrary.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-unlucky-compliment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-4070217624101156645</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T02:33:51.856-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean short jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES A COMMAND ANTICIPATED</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; the campaign in Holland last war, a party marching through a swamp, was ordered to form &lt;i&gt;two deep&lt;/i&gt;. A corporal immediately exclaimed, &quot;I&#39;m &lt;i&gt;too deep&lt;/i&gt; already; I am up to the middle.&quot;</description><link>http://funny-cleanjokes.blogspot.com/2010/02/clean-jokes-command-anticipated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Clean Jokes)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636052295093043385.post-133392350814858877</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-12T05:39:27.123-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clean short jokes</category><title>CLEAN JOKES A SMALL MISTAKE</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;smcap&quot;&gt;An&lt;/span&gt; uninformed Irishman, hearing the &lt;i&gt;Sphinx&lt;/i&gt; alluded to in company, whispered to his neighbor, &quot;Sphinx! who is that?&quot; &quot;A monster, man.&quot; &quot;Oh!&quot; said our Hibernian, not to seem unacquainted with his family, &quot;&lt;i&gt;a Munster-man&lt;/i&gt;! 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