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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:32:05.831-05:00</updated><title type="text">Joke</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/joke" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110321901319783881</id><published>2004-12-16T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:43:33.196-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">The couple was delighted when their long wait to adopt a baby came to an end. The adoption center called and told them that there was a wonderful Russian baby boy available. The couple accepted him without hesitation. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home from the adoption center, they stopped by the local college so they each could enroll in night courses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they filled out the forms, the registration clerk inquired, "What ever possessed you to study Russian?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple said proudly, "We just adopted a Russian baby. In a year or so, when he begins to talk, we want to be able to understand him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110321901319783881?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110321901319783881" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110321901319783881" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/R0193luUELQ/couple-was-delighted-when-their-long.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/couple-was-delighted-when-their-long.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110313770536851816</id><published>2004-12-15T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T14:08:25.366-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">At 3:00 a.m. the young wife shook her husband awake, telling him to check the baby. &lt;br /&gt;He sat up for a full minute listening, then protested, "But I don't hear her crying." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know." she replied, "It's your turn to go see why not!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110313770536851816?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110313770536851816" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110313770536851816" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/Wcr4XgDGkoA/at-300.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-300.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110303520378543879</id><published>2004-12-14T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T09:40:03.786-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">Q: What three years are most difficult for a frat man?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110303520378543879?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110303520378543879" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110303520378543879" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/3M8nCI4l2RA/q-what-three-years-are-most-difficult.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/q-what-three-years-are-most-difficult.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110294308088086586</id><published>2004-12-13T08:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:04:40.880-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">A 6th grade teacher posed the following problem to one of her arithmetic classes: &lt;br /&gt;"A wealthy man dies and leaves ten million dollars. One-fifth is to go to his wife, one-fifth is to go to his son, one-sixth to his butler, and the rest to charity. Now, what does each get?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long silence in the classroom, one little boy raised his hand and with complete sincerity in his voice, answered, "A lawyer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from &lt;a href="http://www.itsajoke.com/"&gt;http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110294308088086586?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110294308088086586" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110294308088086586" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/KAG8URgCAoE/6th-grade-teacher-posed-following.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/6th-grade-teacher-posed-following.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110286323887799422</id><published>2004-12-12T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T09:53:58.876-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joke of the Day from http://www.itsajoke.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110286323887799422?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110286323887799422" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110286323887799422" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/RNCYVKhvUo4/i-feel-like-my-body-has-gotten-totally.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-my-body-has-gotten-totally.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110277617813995025</id><published>2004-12-11T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:42:58.140-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;You Might Be A Hillbilly if... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a flyswatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Salvation Army declined your mattress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have the local taxidermist on speed dial. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110277617813995025?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110277617813995025" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110277617813995025" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/Mo_N2uw6Zz4/you-might-be-hillbilly-if.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-might-be-hillbilly-if.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110270677537627195</id><published>2004-12-10T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:26:15.376-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When little Logan received his plate, he started eating right away. &lt;br /&gt;"Logan, wait until we say our prayer," his mother reminded him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have to," the little boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you do," his mother insisted, "we say a prayer before eating at our house." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's at our house," Logan explained, "but this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9545247-110270677537627195?l=todaysjoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110270677537627195" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9545247/posts/default/110270677537627195" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/joke/~3/oJAnmOPYceI/everyone-was-seated-around-table-as.html" title="" /><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12887067749165596720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16109619955146505375" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://todaysjoke.blogspot.com/2004/12/everyone-was-seated-around-table-as.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9545247.post-110264908732425134</id><published>2004-12-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:35:21.466-05:00</updated><title type="text" /><content type="html">A blonde is terribly overweight, so her doctor put her on a diet. "I want you to eat regularly for 2 days, then skip a day, and repeat this procedure for 2 weeks. The next time I see you, you'll have lost at least 5 pounds."
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&lt;br /&gt;When the blonde returned, she shocked the doctor by losing nearly 20 pounds. "Why, that's amazing!" the doctor said, "Did you follow my instructions?"
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&lt;br /&gt;The blonde nodded... "I'll tell you though, I thought I was going to drop dead that 3rd day."
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&lt;br /&gt;"From hunger, you mean?" asked the doctor.
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&lt;br /&gt;And the blonde said "No, from all that skipping."
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