<?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-861620560412728409</id><updated>2024-10-19T11:02:40.338-07:00</updated><category term="Funny Jokes"/><category term="English"/><category term="Adult Jokes"/><category term="Mediacal Jokes"/><category term="Adult Stories"/><category term="Erotic Stories"/><category term="Family/Husband/Wife jokes"/><category term="Profession/Jobs/Work Jokes"/><category term="Nuns/Priest/Religion Jokes"/><category term="Bar"/><category term="Sexy Kids Jokes"/><category term="Education School Jokes"/><category term="Sex Jokes"/><category term="Pets/Animals/Insects Jokes"/><category term="Massive Jokes Collection"/><category term="Jokes Collection"/><category term="Johny Jokes"/><category term="Elderly-Jokes"/><category term="Death and After Jokes"/><category term="Nationality Jokes"/><category term="Blonde"/><category term="Military Agencies Jokes"/><category term="Sardarji Jokes"/><category term="Newlyweds Jokes"/><category term="Sport Jokes"/><category term="Irish Jokes"/><category term="Parties/Occasions Jokes"/><category term="Court/Lawyer Jokes"/><category term="Shopping/Mall/Market Jokes"/><category term="JEWISH JOKES"/><category term="ABORIGINE JOKES"/><category term="Hindi Jokes"/><category term="Clinton"/><category term="Genie/Wizard Jokes"/><category term="Poems Jokes"/><category term="Relationship Jokes"/><category term="Cowboys/Indians Jokes"/><category term="Food Jokes"/><category term="Outdoor/Camping Jokes"/><category term="Fairy Tales Jokes"/><category term="Pilipino Jokes"/><category term="Guys/Lesbians Jokes"/><category term="Politics Jokes"/><category term="Gifts Jokes"/><category term="Funny Story Jokes"/><category term="Cannibals"/><category term="Santa Banta Jokes"/><category term="SCOTTISH JOKES"/><category term="Animal Jokes"/><category term="Art Jokes"/><category term="Business Jokes"/><category term="Computer Jokes"/><category term="Driving  Jokes"/><category term="Fire Jokes"/><category term="Indian Jokes"/><category term="Jatin Pictures"/><category term="Knock Knock Jokes"/><category term="Lawyer Jokes"/><category term="Medicine Jokes"/><category term="Men and Women"/><category term="Military Jokes"/><category term="Music Jokes"/><category term="Police Jokes"/><category term="Question And Answer Jokes"/><category term="Redneck Jokes"/><category term="Restaurant Jokes"/><category term="School Jokes"/><category term="Tarzan Jokes"/><category term="Tourist Jokes"/><category term="mas"/><title type='text'>Funny Jokes and Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1745</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-8170221655764138062</id><published>2017-10-12T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-10-12T01:54:39.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/iLlKXD2Gguc?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
Easy Methods of Multiplication of any 3 DIGIT numbers in 5 seconds. Really it is a very nice method
Don&#39;t forget to subscribe</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8170221655764138062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8170221655764138062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2017/10/maths-tricks.html' title='Maths tricks'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/iLlKXD2Gguc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-6655483279761943196</id><published>2012-07-11T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.348-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Two Guys Playing Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Two guys were out playing golf. They tee off and one drive goes to the right and one drive goes to the left. The first guy finds his ball in a patch of buttercups. He grabs a club and takes a mighty swing at the ball. He hits a beautiful second shot, but in the process he hacks the hell out of the buttercups.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Suddenly a woman appears out of nowhere. She blocks his path to his ball and looks at him and says, &quot;I&#39;m Mother Nature, and I don&#39;t like the way you treated my buttercups. From now on, you won&#39;t be able to stand the taste of butter. Each time you eat butter you will become physically ill to the point of total nausea.&quot; The woman then disappears as quickly as she appeared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Shaken, the guy calls out to his buddy. &quot;Hey, where&#39;s your ball?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;It&#39;s over here in the pussy willows.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The first guy screams back, &quot;DON&#39;T HIT THE BALL!!!! DON&#39;T HIT THE BALL!!!!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6655483279761943196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6655483279761943196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/two-guys-playing-golf.html' title='Two Guys Playing Golf'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-5880965260779744603</id><published>2012-07-11T02:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.345-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Ticket to SuperBowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A guy named Bob receives a free ticket to the Super Bowl from his company.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, when Bob arrives at the stadium he realises the seat is in the last row in the corner of the stadium - he&#39;s closer to the Goodyear blimp than the field.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;About halfway through the first quarter, Bob notices an empty seat 10 rows off the field, right on the 50 yard line. He decides to take a chance and makes his way through the stadium and around the security guards to the empty seat. As he sits down, he asks the gentleman sitting next to him, &quot;Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?&quot; The man says no.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob again inquires of the man next to him, &quot;This is incredible! Who in their right mind would have a seat like this at the SuperBowl and not use it?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The man replies, &quot;Well, actually, the seat belongs to me, I was supposed to come with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Super Bowl we haven&#39;t been together at since we got married in 1967.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, that&#39;s really sad,&quot; says Bob, &quot;but still, couldn&#39;t you find someone to take the seat? A relative or close friend?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;No,&quot; the man replies, &quot;they&#39;re all at the funeral.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5880965260779744603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5880965260779744603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/ticket-to-superbowl_11.html' title='Ticket to SuperBowl'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-6202118818713683989</id><published>2012-07-11T02:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.346-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Three Rabbis Playing Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Three very religious rabbis in black with long beards were playing golf. An Irish catholic, named Mulhaney, wanted to play golf and this was the only threesome in which he could play. So he joins the rabbis and plays 18 holes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;At the end of the game his score is 104. The rabbis shot 69, 70 and 71.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;He asks them, &quot;How come you all play such good golf?&quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The lead rabbi said, &quot;When you live a religious life, join and attend temple, you are rewarded.&quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Mulhaney loves golf and figures, what do I have to lose. So he finds a temple close to his home, attends twice a week, converts, joins and lives a holy life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;About a year later he again plays golf with the three rabbis. He shoots a 104 and they shoot a 69, 70, 71. He says to them, &quot;Okay, I joined a temple, I live a religious life and I&#39;m still shooting lousy.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The lead rabbi said to him, &quot;What temple did you join?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;He said, &quot;Beth Shalom&quot;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The rabbi retorted, &quot;No No No! That one&#39;s for tennis!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6202118818713683989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6202118818713683989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/three-rabbis-playing-golf_11.html' title='Three Rabbis Playing Golf'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-5278249934210496391</id><published>2012-07-11T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.343-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>The Big Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A young man who was also an avid golfer found himself with a few hours to spare one afternoon. He figured if he hurried and played very fast, he could get in 9 holes before he had to head home. Just as he was about to tee off an old gentleman shuffled onto the tee and asked if he could accompany the young man as he was golfing alone. Not being able to say no, he allowed the old gent to join him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;To his surprise the old man played fairly quickly. He didn&#39;t hit the ball far, but plodded along consistently and didn&#39;t waste much time. Finally, they reached the 9th fairway and the young man found himself with a tough shot. There was a large pine tree right in front of his ball - and directly between his ball and the green. After several minutes of debating how to hit the shot the old man finally said, &quot;You know, when I was your age I&#39;d hit the ball right over that tree.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;With that challenge placed before him, the youngster swung hard, hit the ball up, right smack into the top of the tree trunk and it thudded back on the ground not a foot from where it had originally lay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The old man offered one more comment, &quot;Of course, when I was your age that pine tree was only 3 feet tall.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5278249934210496391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5278249934210496391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/big-tree.html' title='The Big Tree'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-8634741432327633492</id><published>2012-07-11T02:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.352-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Stevie Plays Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Stevie Wonder and Jack Nicklaus are in a bar. Nicklaus turns to Wonder and says, &quot;How is the singing career going?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Stevie Wonder says, &quot;Not too bad, the latest album has gone into the top 10, so all in all I think it is pretty good. By the way how is the golf.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Nicklaus replies: &quot;Not too bad, I am not winning as much as I used to but I&#39;m still making a bit of money. I have some problems with my swing but I think I&#39;ve got that right now.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;I always find that when my swing goes wrong I need to stop playing for a while and think about it, then the next time I play it seems to be all right,&quot; says Stevie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;You play golf!&quot; asks Jack.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Stevie says, &quot;Yes, I have been playing for years.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;But I thought you were blind; how can you play golf if you are blind?&quot; Jack asks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;I get my caddie to stand in the middle of the fairway and he calls to me. I listen for the sound of his voice and play the ball towards him, then when I get to where the ball lands the caddie moves to the green or further down the fairway and again I play the ball towards his voice,&quot; explains Stevie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;But how do you putt?&quot; Nicklaus wondered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; says Stevie, &quot;I get my caddie to lean down in front of the hole and call to me with his head on the ground and I just play the ball to the sound of his voice.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Nicklaus says, &quot;What is your handicap?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Well, I play off scratch,&quot; Stevie assures Jack.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Nicklaus is incredulous and says to Stevie, &quot;We must play a game sometime.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Wonder replies, &quot;Well, people don&#39;t take me seriously so I only play for money, and I never play for less than $100,000 a hole.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Nicklaus thinks it over and says, &quot;OK, I&#39;m up for that. When would you like to play?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t care - any night next week is OK with me.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8634741432327633492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8634741432327633492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/stevie-plays-golf.html' title='Stevie Plays Golf'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-4515755125090438060</id><published>2012-07-11T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.270-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Scotsman at a Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A Scotsman was at a baseball game. It was the first time he had ever seen the sport so he sat quietly. The first batter approached the mound, he took a few swings and then hit a double. Everyone was on their feet screaming &quot;Run, Run.&quot; This happened two more times, with a single and a triple.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The Scotsman was now excited and ready to get into the game. The next batter came up and four balls went by. The umpire called &quot;walk&quot; and the batter started on a slow trot to first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The Scotsman, extremely excited now, stood up and screamed, &quot;R-R-Run ye basstarrd, rrrun!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Everyone around him started laughing. So the Scotsman, extremely embarrassed, sat back down. A friendly fan, seeing the Scot&#39;s embarrassment, leaned over and said, &quot;He can&#39;t run - he got four balls.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The Scotsman then stood up and screamed, &quot;Walk with pride, man... walk with pride!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/4515755125090438060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/4515755125090438060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/scotsman-at-baseball-game.html' title='Scotsman at a Baseball Game'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-8552125608254827442</id><published>2012-07-11T02:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.350-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Physical Therapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A couple of women were playing golf one sunny Saturday morning. The first of the twosome teed off and watched in horror as her ball headed directly toward a foursome of men playing the next hole. Indeed, the ball hit one of the men, and he immediately clasped his hands together at his crotch, fell to the ground and proceeded to roll around in evident agony.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The woman rushed down to the man and immediately began to apologize. She said, &quot;Please allow me to help. I&#39;m a physical therapist and I know I could relieve your pain if you&#39;d allow.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Ummph, oooh, nnooo, I&#39;ll be all right...I&#39;ll be fine in a few minutes,&quot; he replied breathlessly as he remained in the fetal position still clasping his hands together at his crotch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;But she persisted, and he finally allowed her to help him. She gently took his hands away and laid them to the side, she loosened his pants, and she put her hands inside. She began to massage him. She then asked him, &quot;How does that feel?&quot; To which he replied, &quot;It feels great, but my thumb still hurts like hell.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8552125608254827442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8552125608254827442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/physical-therapist_11.html' title='Physical Therapist'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-3751311596189590212</id><published>2012-07-11T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.268-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Overweight Golfers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Two overweight middle-aged men were both ordered by their physicians to get a lot more exercise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;They both took up golf and became partners.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;On their first time out, the one man said to the other, &quot;I don&#39;t have the energy to play too long today.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The second shook his head in agreement and said, &quot;OK, We&#39;ll quit as soon as either of us makes a hole in one.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3751311596189590212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3751311596189590212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/overweight-golfers.html' title='Overweight Golfers'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-1171597245237388747</id><published>2012-07-11T02:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.260-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Mental Patient at a Baseball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;An institution for the mentally ill arranged for its patients to attend a baseball game. The director spent days training the patients to obey his commands, so there wouldn&#39;t be any trouble. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The day of the game was bright and sunny and the group arrived just before the first pitch. When it was time for the National Anthem, the director yelled, &quot;Up, nuts!&quot; and the patients immediately rose. When the National Anthem was over, the director yelled, &quot;Down, nuts!&quot; and the inmates sat. The game proceeded and the patients were well-behaved. When the home team made a good play, the director yelled, &quot;Clap, nuts!&quot; and the patients applauded just like normal fans. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Things were going so well that the director left his seat to go get a hot dog and a beer. But when he came back, there was a riot going on. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The director finally located his assistant and demanded, &quot;What happened?&quot; &quot;Everything was fine,&quot; the assistant said, &quot;until some guy came over and yelled, &#39;Peanuts&#39;!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1171597245237388747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1171597245237388747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/mental-patient-at-baseball-game.html' title='Mental Patient at a Baseball Game'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-95462781618977019</id><published>2012-07-11T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.354-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Handicap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Two friends had arranged a round of golf and were now on the first tee, preparing to start their game at 7 a.m.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Just as the first was half way up his back swing, a good looking young lady ran across the course about 10 yards in front of him, peeling off her clothes as she went until she was totally naked. As she disappeared into the woods he turned, dazed, to his companion, &quot;What was that about?!!!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Take no notice. Just get on with the game,&quot; replied the other.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Settling down and lining up for his drive, the first golfer then noticed four men in white coats running across the course on a similar track to the young lady. &quot;What......???!!!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Look. Just get on with the game,&quot; said the second. &quot;We don&#39;t have all day, and you know the course closes at 9 p.m.,&quot; the second says with a chuckle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;For the third time the golfer squared up to the ball, only to be distracted by another man in a white coat running across the fairway, lugging two buckets of sand. &quot;Now, hold on a minute,&quot; said the first golfer, &quot;I&#39;m not playing until you tell me what&#39;s going on.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;OK.&quot; said the second. &quot;Just over the wall there is an asylum. The young lady is a patient who escapes and runs around naked from time to time. The guys in white coats are chasing her.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;ll buy that,&quot; said the first, &quot;but what&#39;s with the guy and the two buckets of sand?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;He&#39;s the guy who caught her the last time. That&#39;s his handicap.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/95462781618977019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/95462781618977019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/handicap.html' title='Handicap'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-2491797655925095587</id><published>2012-07-11T02:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.264-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Gotcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once the club duffer challenged the local golf pro to a match, with a $100 bet on the side. &quot;But,&quot; said the duffer, &quot;since you&#39;re obviously much better than l, to even it a bit you have to spot me two &#39;gotchas&#39;.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The golf pro didn&#39;t know what a &#39;gotcha&#39; was, but he went along with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And off they went. Coming back to the 19th hole, the rest of the club members were amazed to see the golf pro paying the duffer $100.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What happened?&quot; asked one of the members. &quot;Well,&quot; said the pro. &quot;l was teeing up for the first hole, and as l brought the club down, the jerk stuck his hand between my legs and grabbed my balls while yelling &quot;Gotcha!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever tried to play 18 holes of golf waiting for the second &#39;gotcha&#39;?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/2491797655925095587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/2491797655925095587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-1610264257532026690</id><published>2012-07-11T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.262-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golfer in a Competitive Match</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A golfer is in a competitive match with a friend, who is ahead by a couple of strokes. The golfer says to himself, &quot;I&#39;d give anything to sink this next putt.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A stranger walks up to him and whispers, &quot;Would you give up a fourth of your sex life?&quot; The golfer thinks the man is crazy and that his answer will be meaningless, but also that perhaps this is a good omen, so he says, &quot;Okay,&quot; and sinks the putt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Two holes later he mumbles to himself, &quot;Boy, if I could only get an eagle on this hole.&quot; The same stranger moves to his side and says, &quot;Would it be worth another fourth of your sex life?&quot; The golfer shrugs and says, &quot;Sure.&quot; He makes an eagle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;On the final hole, the golfer needs yet another eagle to win. Though he says nothing, the stranger moves to his side and says, &quot;Would you be willing to give up the rest of your sex life to win this match?&quot; The golfer says, &quot;Certainly!&quot; He makes the eagle.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;As the golfer walks to the club house, the stranger walks alongside and says, &quot;You know, I&#39;ve really not been fair with you because you don&#39;t know who I am. I&#39;m the devil, and from now on you will have no sex life.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Nice to meet you,&quot; says the golfer. &quot;My name&#39;s Father O&#39;Malley.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1610264257532026690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1610264257532026690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golfer-in-competitive-match.html' title='Golfer in a Competitive Match'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-4674461708441375453</id><published>2012-07-11T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.339-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golfer and the Leprechaun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One fine day in Ireland, a guy is out golfing and gets up to the 16th hole. He tees up and cranks one. Unfortunately, it goes into the woods on the side of the fairway. He goes looking for his ball and comes across this little guy with this huge knot on his head and the golf ball lying right beside him. &quot;Goodness,&quot; says the golfer then proceeds to revive the poor little guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upon awakening, the little guy says, &quot;Well, you caught me fair and square. I am a leprechaun. I will grant you three wishes.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The man says &quot;I can&#39;t take anything from you, I&#39;m just glad I didn&#39;t hurt you too badly,&quot; and walks away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watching the golfer depart, the leprechaun says &quot;Well, he was a nice enough guy, and he did catch me, so I have to do something for him. I&#39;ll give him the three things that I would want. I&#39;ll give him unlimited money, a great golf game, and a great sex life.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, a year goes past and the same golfer is out golfing on the same course at the 16th hole. He gets up and hits one into the same woods and goes off looking for his ball. When he finds the ball he sees the same little guy and asks how he is doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The leprechaun says, &quot;I&#39;m fine, and might I ask how&#39;s your golf game?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The golfer says, &quot;It&#39;s great! I hit under par every time.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I did that for you,&quot; responds the leprechaun, &quot;And might I ask how your money is holding out?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Well, now that you mention it, every time I put my hand in my pocket, I pull out a hundred dollar bill&quot; he replied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The leprechaun smiles and says, &quot;I did that for you. And might I ask how is your sex life?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now the golfer looks at him a little shyly and says, &quot;Well, maybe once or twice a week.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Floored the leprechaun stammers, &quot;Once or twice a week?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The golfer looks at him sheepishly and says, &quot;Well, that&#39;s not too bad for a Catholic priest in a small parish.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/4674461708441375453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/4674461708441375453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golfer-and-leprechaun_11.html' title='Golfer and the Leprechaun'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-3703707367594444282</id><published>2012-07-11T02:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.266-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golf Partners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Bart and Art have been a twosome on the links every day since they&#39;ve been retired. One day, as they&#39;re putting on their golf shoes in the clubhouse, they get into a conversation about heaven and whether there are any golf courses there. They make a pact. The first one to die will come back and tell the other one. Bart dies first, and sure enough, comes back to visit Art.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Art says, &quot;Well are there any golf courses in heaven?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;I have good news and I have bad news,&quot; says Bart.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;We have the ultimate golf course in the sky and tournament which starts tomorrow.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;So what&#39;s the bad news?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;You&#39;re my partner!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3703707367594444282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3703707367594444282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golf-partners.html' title='Golf Partners'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-6264513198388090993</id><published>2012-07-11T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:34:57.045-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golf Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A foursome is waiting at the men&#39;s tee when another foursome of ladies are hitting from the ladies tee. The ladies are taking their time and when finally the last one is ready to hit the ball she hacks it about 10 feet, goes over to it, hacks it another ten feet and looks up at the men waiting and says apologetically: &quot;I guess all those fucking lessons I took this winter didn&#39;t help&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;One of the men immediately replies: &quot;No, you see that&#39;s your problem. You should have been taking golf lessons instead.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6264513198388090993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6264513198388090993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golf-lesson.html' title='Golf Lesson'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-5071461730652841368</id><published>2012-07-11T02:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:43:33.341-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golf in his Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A guy and his wife are sound asleep in bed when all of a sudden the husband cracks his wife right in the head. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife responds &quot;what the hell are you doing?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband says &quot;I&#39;m playing a really tough par 5 and I just crushed my drive!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife... &quot;knock it off and go back to sleep.&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutes later... crack... right in her head! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife... &quot;now what?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband... &quot;I just drilled my three wood and I&#39;m on the green!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife... &quot;I mean it! Knock it off and go back to sleep!&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments later... crack... WIFE hits HUSBAND right in the head! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husband... &quot;what the hell did you do that for?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wife... &quot;I want you to stop using my pubic hairs to see which way the wind&#39;s blowing!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5071461730652841368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5071461730652841368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golf-in-his-sleep_11.html' title='Golf in his Sleep'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-6484337076472579867</id><published>2012-07-11T02:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:32:54.691-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Golf Fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John and his friend George go golfing together one Saturday morning, as they have done for 24 years straight. Yes, you might say these guys were fanatics about their golfing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later that day, John returns home exhausted, and plops down in the easy chair. His wife is concerned and asks if something went wrong with his game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No, no,&quot; he replied, &quot;I had the best game I had in years! As a matter of fact, I started out the first three holes at 4 under par, including a hole-in-two on the 3rd.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;So why are you so beat?&quot; his wife asked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Well, George had a heart attack and died on the 4th hole,&quot; he said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What?!? And you&#39;re so exhausted from trying to save him, huh?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No, It was very quick and there was nothing anyone could&#39;ve done. But after that, it was just hit the ball, drag George, hit the ball, drag George...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6484337076472579867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6484337076472579867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/golf-fanatic.html' title='Golf Fanatic'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-8197634222144974366</id><published>2012-07-11T02:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:32:21.482-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Four Married Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Four married guys go golfing. During the 4th hole the following conversation took place:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;First Guy: &quot;You have no idea what I had to do to be able to come out golfing this weekend. I had to promise my wife that I will paint every room in the house next weekend.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Second Guy: &quot;That&#39;s nothing, I had to promise my wife that I will build her a new deck for the pool.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Third Guy: &quot;Man, you both have it easy! I had to promise my wife that I will remodel the kitchen for her.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;They continue to play the hole when they realized that the fourth guy has not said a word. So they ask him. &quot;You haven&#39;t said anything about what you had to do to be able to come golfing this weekend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;What&#39;s the deal?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Fourth Guy: &quot;I just set my alarm for 5:30am. When it goes off, I shut off my alarm, give the wife a budge and say, &#39;Golf Course or Intercourse?&#39; So she says, &#39;Wear your sweater.&#39;&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8197634222144974366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/8197634222144974366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/four-married-guys.html' title='Four Married Guys'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-6655235094964165974</id><published>2012-07-11T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:30:00.212-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Football Players</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;A football coach walked into the locker room before a game, looked over to his star player and said, &quot;I&#39;m not supposed to let you play since you failed math, but we need you in there. So what I have to do is ask you a math question, and if you get it right, you can play.&quot; The player agreed, and the coach looked into his eyes intently and asks, &quot;Okay, now concentrate... what is two plus two?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;The player thought for a moment and then he answered, &quot;4?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Did you say 4?!?&quot; the coach exclaimed, excited that he got it right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;At that, all the other players on the team began screaming, &quot;Come on coach, give him another chance!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6655235094964165974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/6655235094964165974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/football-players.html' title='Football Players'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-2694991696986903243</id><published>2012-07-11T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:28:48.219-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>Bedtime Footbal Score</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A guy comes home drunk one night at 3 in the morning. His wife is sleeping and he is trying to sneak into bed. He&#39;s laying in bed for a few minutes and cuts a fart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His wife wakes up and asks &quot;what the hell was that?&quot; &lt;br&gt;He replies &quot;goal, i am winning 1-0!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thinks to herself &quot;I am gonna fix him&quot;, then lets one loose. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He yells at her &quot;what was that?&quot; &lt;br&gt;She replies &quot;goal, score is tied!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now he thinks &quot;I am gonna fix her.&quot; He&#39;s laying there for about 10 minutes trying to work one up. He tries so hard that he shits the bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wife asks &quot;now what the hell was that?&quot; &lt;br&gt;He replied &quot;halftime, switch sides!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/2694991696986903243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/2694991696986903243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/bedtime-footbal-score.html' title='Bedtime Footbal Score'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-5375402108765636526</id><published>2012-07-11T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:27:47.543-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sport Jokes"/><title type='text'>$5 Golf Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Sid and Barney head out for their usual 9 holes. Sid offers Barney, &quot;let&#39;s say we make the time worth the while, at least for one of us, and spot $5 on the lowest score for the day.&quot; Barney agrees and they enjoy a great game. After the 8th hole, Barney is ahead by 1 stroke, but cuts his ball into the rough on the 9th.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;Help me find my ball, you look over there,&quot; he says to Sid. After 5 minutes, neither has had any luck, and since a lost ball carries a four-point penalty, Barney pulls a ball from his pocket and tosses it to the ground. &quot;I&#39;ve found my ball!&quot; he announces triumphantly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;Sid looks at him forlornly, &quot;After all the years we&#39;ve been friends, you&#39;d cheat me on golf for a measly five bucks?!?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;What do you mean cheat? I found my ball sitting right here!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Bradley Hand ITC&quot;&gt;&quot;And a liar, too!!!&quot; Sid says with amazement. &quot;I&#39;ll have you know I&#39;ve been standing on your ball for the last five minutes!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5375402108765636526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5375402108765636526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/5-golf-bet.html' title='$5 Golf Bet'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-3606313812406815190</id><published>2012-07-11T02:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:16:26.928-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping/Mall/Market Jokes"/><title type='text'>Viagra Extra Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;A guy walks into a pharmacy and says to the pharmacist, &quot;Listen, I have three girls coming over tonight. 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The pharmacist looks in horror as he notices the man&#39;s jewels are black and blue, and the skin is hanging off in some places.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;The man says, &quot;Gimme a bottle of Ben Gay.&quot; The pharmacist replies, &quot;Ben Gay? You&#39;re not going to put Ben Gay on that are you?&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;The man says, &quot;No, it&#39;s for my arms, the girls never showed up.&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3606313812406815190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/3606313812406815190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/viagra-extra-strength.html' title='Viagra Extra Strength'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-5456742595541153696</id><published>2012-07-11T02:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:16:26.949-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping/Mall/Market Jokes"/><title type='text'>The Suit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the store manager returned from lunch, he noticed his clerk&#39;s hand was bandaged, but before he could ask about the bandage, the clerk said he had some very good news for him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Guess what, sir?&quot; the clerk said. &quot;I finally sold that terrible, ugly suit we&#39;ve had so long!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Do you mean that repulsive pink-and-blue double-breasted thing?&quot; the manager asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;That&#39;s the one!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That&#39;s great!&quot; the manager cried, &quot;I thought we&#39;d never get rid of that monstrosity! That had to be the ugliest suit we&#39;ve ever had! But tell me. Why is your hand bandaged?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; the clerk replied, &quot;after I sold the guy that suit, his guide dog bit me.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5456742595541153696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/5456742595541153696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/suit.html' title='The Suit'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-861620560412728409.post-1892084626447467712</id><published>2012-07-11T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-11T02:16:26.916-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shopping/Mall/Market Jokes"/><title type='text'>Something Real Cheap</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After being away on business, Tom thought it would be nice to bring his wife a little gift. How about some perfume?&quot; he asked the cosmetics clerk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She showed him a bottle costing $50.00. &quot;That&#39;s a bit much,&quot; said Tom, so she returned with a smaller bottle for $30.00. &quot;That&#39;s still quite a bit,&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom groused. Growing, disgusted, the clerk brought out a tiny $15.00 bottle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What I mean,&quot; said Tom, &quot;is I&#39;d like to see something real cheap.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Baskerville Old Face&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the clerk handed him a mirror.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1892084626447467712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/861620560412728409/posts/default/1892084626447467712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jokes-d.blogspot.com/2012/07/something-real-cheap_11.html' title='Something Real Cheap'/><author><name>Jokes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389882262966932657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>